I've had a feeling lately I'd like to go to north Missouri and see the graves of my parents; I'd also like to go to Versailles to visit my husband's parents' graves. Cliff isn't the type to think about such things, and he was having so much fun this weekend I didn't want to bring it up. Today I mentioned it, though, and he said we could do that any time. Memorial day will be over, but the thought is the same, anyhow. We won't be going both places the same day, since my parents' graves are 100 miles north, and his parents are 100 miles southeast.
Our daughter brought a couple of her grandkids over Saturday and ate brisket sandwiches with us. Yesterday after I came home from church, the grandson and Alexandria ate toasted brisket sandwiches with us. Today, my cousin Betty, who I haven't seen for quite a while, came knocking at our door, and she, Cliff and I had toasted brisket sandwiches! It's a good thing I had that brisket cooked. Yesterday and today we had fresh strawberries from the garden with ice cream for dessert.
Great-granddaughter Amara helped me pick strawberries Saturday, eating half of what she picked with great enthusiasm. Later she decided to climb a tree.

