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Good Morning Phamily! A story from my past. I generally reserve such things for homilies since I hate typing and between typos and grammatical train wrecks my sentences can be a communication disaster. Happy Wednesday and thanks for reading.

Helping hands & Stepping Stones

This poem reminded me a of childhood experience in either junior high or early high school. I was friends with the Cassiday family, they had moved into Elsberry in 1976 and were a large family of 8 children. (Not even Catholic, SAY WHAT??)😉 Robbie was a classmate and semi-friend, but I became close friends with his older brother Kenny. Kenny was two years ahead of me in school, but we still became good friends since the family lived just a block and a half away. I hung out at their house a lot, with so many kicks, we were always able to play kickball, softball or something. It was never dull at the Cassiday's, 7 boys and one girl. Poor Kathy - stuck in the middle with all those brothers.

One summer...