To the person that said “you can never go home”; you don’t know what you are talking about. I love going home; to the house I grew up in, it will always be “my home”. My firm foundation was growing up in an Oklahoma farm family that made the land run in 1889, having grandparents and parents that were always there for us, and probably the very best food ever. “Home”.

Since we were in Houston for Thanksgiving, I went last weekend to help my mom decorate for Christmas and place wreaths on my dad and grandparents gravesites. Paying tribute, showing respect, remembering how much they mean to me. “Home”.

After decorating, my mom and I ventured out so I could take some photos. The creeks and rivers are literally gone. The drought is frightening. No water, anywhere. I could not believe how low the water was at the Low Water Bridge, funny right? No water at the Low Water Bridge? Anyway, barely a trickle. The sunsets were beautiful. The Oklahoma sky was full of color and no camera can capture what it really looked like.

My most favorite bridge on the way to my grandparents (Foster) will soon become a thing of the past. The county will soon begin a road construction project that will take the bridge out and widen the road. I have captured a memory so that my children and grandchildren will know what it looked like for me.

My family is great at keeping documentation and photos. My mom has boxes of pictures, farm records, journals and items of the past; dating back to 1889. Priceless heirlooms! Even my great grandmother’s Bible that made the land run is part of the collection. If you want to know the price of wheat in 1969 we can tell you, my grandfather’s journal is full of information. Or, the price of the car he purchased in 1974, it’s there too. Priceless heirlooms! I think I said that already. They mean so much to me and every time I go home, I take the time to read and go through them, my firm foundation, where I came from, who I am, and the fiber of my being. “Home”.

May you find your place, your home; hold it close to your heart, treasure your moments and the memories. Peace, Pam