Our longest day of driving was from Perryton, Texas, near the Oklahoma border to San Angelo. We enjoyed the best fellowship together as we traveled by car during this trip. As we made our way south, we pulled into a little Texas town to have lunch to find it greatly depressed. As we continued toward San Angelo, many strip malls were boarded up. Prior to us leaving Oregon we seem to recall that Texas was one place that was supposedly doing better than other places in our nation. The scenery was beautiful, and there sure are a lot of wide open places. Where we had rented our car almost two weeks earlier was welcoming us back. While we were in San Angelo, we stayed with Glenda's cousin, Jeannie Marie and her husband Bud. The weather was hot but pleasant. We visited an old friend of the McKinley family who showed us where she lived as a little girl, and together we drove out to Glenda's mom's grave again. Later Jeannie Marie took us to meet a lady who was Glenda's playmate when she visited her grandparents on Baker Street as a little girl. We toured Fort Concho where Glenda's cousin, Conrad, just recently retired from. On another night we had dinner with a dear friend we palled around with when Jim was in the Air Force school at Goodfellow AFB. It was so good catching up on days gone by. On our last night in San Angelo we had a McClure family get together. This is a complicated relationship: 1) Glenda's grandmother died; 2) Glenda's grandfather (Jim McKinley) married Jeanette McClure, a spinster; 3) Glenda now had a new step grandmother we called Grannymac; 4) Through this marriage Glenda (and now Jim since Glenda was his wife) gained a whole lot of new relatives--hence, Jeannie Marie. We so appreciate her and are overjoyed when we get to visit each time. Jeannie Marie's mom, Francis, came to dinner on our last night in San Angelo. Oh, I should tell you there is one more connection to this whole story. You will discover that on our next blog segment.
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