Memories

When I was thirteen or fourteen...we went to Huntingdon, West Virginia to meet some of my mother's relatives....I remember sleeping in the drafty, allergic attic and waking up with a headache...being extremely attracted to the man who lived in the house and was an administrator at the local college...who was my mothers...first cousin?....and watching him get dressed every morning....and the old lady who lived next door whom I spent the bulk of my time sitting on her porch with her talking and having a great old time....double cousins..and triple cousins... and a great, big family photo...