Bluefield

 There are places I remember

My mother’s parents home in Bluefield, West Virginia at the base of the East River Mountain on Cumberland Road. It was moved several years ago for a road widening across the highway. Fond memories of picking cherries out front, gathering raspberries on the hill behind the house. Playing in the basement, my sister cooking on Mamma’s little play stove that actually worked. Playing football with the Thompson twins across the road, going to the Danleys dairy next door, catching lightening bugs in the lush grass, seeing my cousins Donna Lynn Puckett and David Orander. Great days!