Cub Scout birthday

 Mamma made it with ice cream too 

We had made our first move from Sopchoppy to Monticello. Sopchoppy was all I had ever known, having arrived there from Kentucky in ‘55 around 5 months old. It was a very sad day leaving Robert, Sam, JL, the River, the town we could roam freely in, Angeline the maid, the second grade class where JL cried so loudly when Miss Townsend announced I was moving. 

From the concrete block parsonage we moved to the old Victorian two story on Washington Street with many rooms. It wasn’t long though, that things began to fall into place. Mamma and Mrs Plains became our Cub Scout den leaders, and I found in Hunter, Mark and Marc and others best of friends.

That Cub Scout birthday party with the car cake was one of the best ever. 

We were only in Monticello two years, but when we moved back to Kentucky with a now one year old brother, it was with the same great sadness I had when we left Sopchoppy. 

But then, leaving Wilmore, Kentucky after two years to return to Williston, Florida, an equal sadness. 

And through it all, mamma made all the moves bearable.