Mama and Grandmaw were having kids at the same time, so six of us were stair stepped in age growing up more like cousins than aunts with nieces and nephews. {Mama had two more kids, and her brother was also having kids, so a second group of cousins followed in our footsteps}. Pam was the oldest and she was generally in charge of our motley crew. We played outside from daylight til dark and we were very close. Years later, after losing Mama, we decided to start reconnecting by meeting once a month at a chosen restaurant in Henderson. We talked about old times, bragged about the good things, and shared some of our troubles. We were even guilty of that old age custom of sharing our aches and pains. We didn't let that stop us though. We went on a day trip to Ogemaw, Arkansas to see where Papa's general store was still standing and visited the graves of family nearby. We could feel the stories of Grandmaw's childhood come alive and we shared that experience together. Pam wanted to go back. I wish we could have had more time. Time is so important to us when it has run out. But I am thankful for the time we did have, and I will always treasure these memories.