Cousin Jason and Aunt Samantha — the unfolding stories The adoption Reunion Chronicles

  Now cousin Jason is getting a bit too comfy with the cell phone and our house number. He called yesterday out of the clear blue just to let me know that his wife would also be joining us when we travel down and share a meal as a family.

  He told me that he has recently purchased 2.3 acres of land and it had two ‘home trailers’ and a barn on the property.  He decided he ‘didn’t care’ for the siding on one of those ‘home trailers’ and decided to rip it off.

  In the process he sliced open one of his hands’ clear down to tha bone’.  I asked why was he calling me when he needed to go get stitches.  His reply was “nah, I need a clean rag and duct tape, it’ll do jus fine, besides if I loose a finger I have nine more”.  Oh dear.

  Then I started getting passed around, now mind you these folks all know me and they know each other, but I don’t really know one of them from the rest at all.

  To top that part off, they ‘ferget’ to tell me who they are when they call.  Ok, to use the old saying “they all sound alike”, well is kinda an understatement.

  None of them seem to realise that right now I feel like I’m one against a mob.  I was telling my dear husband Mike about the latest conversations and he just smiled.

  Samantha likes to be called “Tootsie”, you know Darling, like the candy.  Apparently she has had 7 children and only 2 of them lived.  She had her first set of twins at 14 (seems to be a pattern) and they where still born.

  They have all lived hard lives and do the best they can and are believers in helpin out the neighbor when they can.

  I agree with a long time friend from Augusta, she sent me a dear message and it simply stated “you don’t just need a reporter, you need to write a book”.  I just might do that.

  Have a blessed day, stamp happy, be a blessing!