“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.” ~ Buddha
What a long day this has been. I had to make a run to West Liberty for some business and I saw lots of people I love. One of those people was Mona Thornberry Martin. I stopped by her hair salon for a bang trim and landed in the best conversation. See the oval photo on the wall of the two women? That’s Mona’s great-grandmother and her twin sister. This led us down a delightful path about ancestors, photos, ancestor photos, infant deaths, house fires, and more. It sounds weird but it really wasn’t. It was the kind of conversation you can only have with someone you’ve known your entire life. Our story goes back further than our own lives. Our mothers were distant cousins and best friends since childhood. Mom keeps a photo of them as spunky teenagers on her refrigerator. Dixie, Mona’s mom, was something else, let me tell you. I loved her. She had a great sense of humor and she was a great musician; little woman playing a big upright bass. A little part of mom died with Dixie when she succumbed to cancer in 1999. We all miss her still. My trip down memory lane didn’t end with Mona. Her son Newell and his wife Amy stopped by and that gave me the chance to hop out of the chair and snap a fun albeit unusual family photo. Amy is a distant cousin on my dad’s side and she grew up near my Terry grandparents, so we, too, had an utterly delightful conversation. It was great to see all of them. They made my day.