Times Changes Things

This Sunday marks the end of an era in our lives. Nana is leaving to go to North Carolina. I had no idea when I rented the cottage at 3 Poquito back in 1973 that I was joining the McClure clan. I also didn’t foresee the role this family would play in our lives.

The McClures became our surrogate extended family. Birthdays, weddings, Saturday get-togethers, swimming in the bayou, scuppernongs, pet watching, hurricane evacuations, animals, ice cream with caramel sauce, volleyball, Papa Bear, Grandmarnie, crazy Christmas gatherings, Gugimonster, funerals, broken arms, animals, animals, animals. Now everyone has grown up and scattered around the country and the last vestige, Nana and Rita, are going away.

It’s just not going to be the same around here.