Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter lunch in Shreveport: Saturday, April 19, 2014

Visiting in the kitchen
 Sista Donna brought a giant loaf of French bread from New Orleans.  The New Orleans' contingent, below.
Sista Martha.  I was 7 years old when she was born in Talara, Peru.  I remember Daddy coming home from the hospital and telling me I had a little sister.  I knew I would.  For months I'd been using the fairy godmother chant from "Cinderella":  "Bippity, boppity, boo, make it be a girl!"  I  called her "Tita," short for "Martita," until she started school.  She called me "Sissy" when she was little.  (Charles wanted to name her Rapunzel.)  For many years now she's been "Martha" and I've been "Sharon."



Mom was so happy to have all of us home.  She can't believe she'll be 80 in November.  I can't either!

Fixing lunch together.  Sista Donna brought the long loaf of French bread and garlic butter.  So good!  Daddy's opening the ham. I'm about to empty Mexican corn into the bowl.

Martin and I looking over our passports from the 1950s, when we traveled to and from Peru.  Spent a few days in Panama on one trip, but the passport isn't stamped for Panama.  I know for sure that we did stop there because we have home movies of us watching ships travel through the Panama Canal.

Needed caffeine before lunch after a very long trip to Shreveport.  Got to mile 306 of our 317 mile trip in about 6 hours.  The last 11 miles took 5 hours.  My heart goes out to the family and friends of drivers involved in the collision that shut I-20 down for hours:  Jaguar stopped behind a semi while police investigated a minor accident was hit from behind by another semi.  Tom finally cut across the grass median to go back west after we'd gone only 6/10 mile in an hour.  Several miles west, we saw police routing traffic off I-20 onto an overpass to turn around.  We ended up traveling back roads into Shreveport which led us through Oil City (derricks rising in the mist, silhouetted in the moonlight); a casino in the middle of nowhere, lit up like a winning slot machine; through Shreveport's casino district; and finally to our Days Inn at 1:30 a.m.

Sistas!

Daddy, Martha, Donna, Destry, Colton, and me

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