The first weekend in June, every year, we go to Big Hill.
It's not really a Hill. And there is nothing Big about it. It's a little country church. One room, once doubled as a school, and full of pews and old song books, hymnals, opened once a year, on the first weekend in June. It's at the heart of a story that explains a little about where I'm from, and how important it is to remember...
There once was a woman named Olevia Elizabeth. She married a man with Native American roots and gave birth to 7 children.
One of her children was Lessie Enolia. Lessie married a man with Scottish ancestors named Arthur Patterson, and he built her a house.
Lessie and Arthur had 4 children. One of them was named Dee Alva. Dee married Oliver McConnell, with an Irish past.
Dee and Oliver gave birth to 4 children.
One of them was named Sheri Lynn.
Sheri Lynn married Christopher Danze: half German, half Italian ancestors.
Chris built Sheri a house. And they had 5 kids.
One of them was named Olivia Mary.
Olivia Mary married Martin, who is 100% Polish.
Olivia and Martin have 4 children.
They are half Polish, half German/Italian/Scottish/Irish/Native American.
He will be building her a house, in Poland.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. ~ The Wonder Years (t.v. show)
P.S. This is the air conditioning at Big Hill. In June. In Texas. 'nuff said.