Family roots

James in front of a field of cotton. Cotton as far as the eye could see.

James in front of a field of cotton. Cotton as far as the eye could see.

We had the extraordinary opportunity to take a small family vacation this year to my Mother’s home town of Tiptonville Tennessee.  We visited the first weekend in October for the huge annual craft fair weekend.  It is an unofficial family reunion.  This year we were so grateful to be have spent time with my grandmother Helen, my Mother’s mother.  This was the first time James had spent time with her.  My Aunt Pat and Uncle Roger were there with a slew of cousins too!

James didn't dare check his fishing poles. Those were carry on only,

James didn’t dare check his fishing poles. Those were carry on only,

I was able to show James where my mother grew up, the land they farmed (and still farm!) and our family cemetery where my Mother Susan is buried and all of our ancestors were buried as well. James is getting to the age in which he wants connection. We understand from NVC that we all have a need for connection, and James was soaking up all this rich family heritage.

We soaked up some good food too!!! We had frog legs, chicken livers, catfish, hush puppies, fried okra…the list goes on!

And of course James did plenty of fishing!! Reelfoot Lake is the home of some of the best lake fishing in the region. We were blessed to stay right on the lake. We cannot wait to go back soon!

James begged us to try BBQ Bologna. I couldn't do it.

James begged us to try BBQ Bologna. I couldn’t do it.

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