Below a cut and paste of an email I just sent to my sister. Getting old does indeed suck, but if you allow the good memories to come in they will. I've been lucky. I have had, mostly, a good life, so most of my memories are good. "The Old Home Place" and Mr. Rhodes shrimp boat were places of poverty, not crushing poverty, but the people there were poor. The memories are not about money. The good memories are about places, experiences, and people. I've been lucky. I have had a good life.
"I love these pictures you send me. My mind is getting sadly weaker,
but the visual cue of these photos, 75 years old, brings a flood of
memories. Good memories. I loved "The Old Home Place". LOVED it! My
life is so much richer for having been there and allowed to play and
explore. I have a background of memories...The Old Home Place, Mr.
Rhodes shrimp boat, an unairconditioned bedroom on Bentwood Rd with
the windows open through which I could hear prop airplanes taking off.
I can hear the timbre of the engines and propellers cutting the air,
I can hear it now. I can't remember the name of people I meet now, but
I can remember the sound of a Braniff prop airplane."