Memory Lane
This past weekend in Ohio was mostly an exercise in exploration for Jim. He was only two when we moved to Kentucky, so he doesn’t have any real memories of living there. It’s just things he’s been told by others. I doubt if any of my brothers remember much about that time. Even Eddie was only five when we left. For me, it’s an odd mixture of things I’ve been told, that sometimes don’t seem to agree with what I think I remember or what I see when I’m there, and actual memories.

I remember going to church. I was in a play there once. I remember learning lines and being on stage, but not what the play was about. I know it wasn’t a traditional Christmas pageant about the birth of Christ, but I’m simply not clear on any other facts. I knew the church was out in the country. There don’t actually seem to be any churches in Conover, where we lived. However, I didn’t realize until Aunt Jean was reminiscing on Saturday that it was the same church she attends now. We’ve been there several times with her and I had no deja vu at all. …