Prairie Biscuit way of life

A little bit of my ancestory....

A thought crossed my mind...what a great way to share a little peice of me...family history....

Let me see...the first one I will tell you about is the one I know the least of....Here is a picture of my papa (mom's side)...He passed away when I was 2 years old.  I remember him only through the stories told to me.  But I love him because of those stories.  It is just a small part of my history and what makes me, well, me!  He was the first person I thought of after my father passed.  My baby was about the same age, 2 1/2...So it makes me feel a little better that she will have those sweet stories...I will share my favorite "memory" of mine...My sister's are 10 and 8 years older than I am...when I was a baby they had hulla hoops...I wanted one!!!  My papa took my momma's brand new water hose and cut me out a hulla hoop!  I have kept that hulla hoop all of these years..It hangs up in my room to this day!  It is a treasure to me...and I love telling that story to everyone that has ever asked, "What the heck is that?!"