My Granny had two children–both girls: Norma Jean and Glenda Sue.
(By the way–I have never thought I looked like my mother until I saw this photo again today. Wish I had her figure too!)
Norma had four children (Lisa, Lynne, Warren, and Brian–which I thought was a WHOLE LOT of kids to have–my own mother only had THREE).
They grew up WAY OUT in west Texas–in Fritch–so we got to see them once each year in the summer. My second oldest cousin, Lynne, was (to me) as pretty as Marcia Brady–who was as pretty as a Barbie Doll (Malibu Barbie was the standard at the time). That is some serious pretty.
I loved all of my cousins, but I loved Lynne extra special. She used to let me play with her hair–even when I ruined her perm one time and very nearly had to cut her hair out of the brush curling iron I was using. I had forgotten this, but Momma reminded me–then I had vague remembrances of this happening in Granny’s bedroom on the roll-away cot that always got set up when they were there. We also wrote letters to each other. She had scratch and sniff stationery. (And I did not notice until I went digging for these photos, that she held me a lot which may also have to do with the much-loved status.)
Lynne married Dean and had two children when I was entering Jr. high–Wesley and Amber. She let me play with and hold them too. The times she came to visit when they were babies, I would haul them around and change their diapers and give them bottles and try to put them down for their naps. They remember none of this.
Saturday night was Amber’s wedding. Victoria and I were in attendance and got to see all of my cousins and their spouses and most of the children along with Aunt Norma and Uncle Frank. The wedding was in Galveston (hence the beachy decor). Here are some photos of the happy event.
I don’t get to see Amber or Lynne very much even though they don’t live far away. It’s really a shame–and we always say that when we get together. But this one thing is for sure. I love them. I love them way more than they probably even know–and a lot more than I can tell them. They are a part of me in the way only cousins can be. And Michael, I don’t know you very well. . .but you better take care of our girl. We Williamson/Bawcom/Cates/Watts women pack a punch.
Ha. Ha. Just kidding.