As I referred to in my Friday Favorites post, I spent the first 10 years of my life in Tulsa, Oklahoma. My mother was born and raised there, the daughter of Oklahoma tradition that goes back several generations. My ancestors participated in the Oklahoma land-rush.
My childhood in Oklahoma was pretty idyllic. We lived in a comfortable ranch-style house in a posh area of the city. My grandparents lived a couple of blocks away and once I reached a certain age, I could ride my bicycle over whenever I wanted.
I know… I was adorable! 🙂
I have incredible memories from that time of my life. My grandmother died when I was only 10, but my grand-dad is still with us. I can remember them walking into our house and hearing “hithigi Mithigissy!” I remember Christmas at their house. I remember sneaking into my grand-dad’s office to play chess with my cousin, Scott. I am thankful for my grand-dad’s influence in my life over the years. I got to go visit him a couple of weeks ago. I am thankful for the chance to get out there and see him.