On February 6, 1926, an extraordinary person was born, one of my hero's, someone I love with all my heart, my Papa Crawford. As a little girl, I would run around his milk barn with my sister, Katie, and cousin, Jill. We couldn't wait for the milk truck to show up, the driver would always give us a carton of ice cold milk to drink. We spent many hours playing in the barn, letting the calves suck on our fingers, building hideouts, trying to tame the wild barn kittens, creating escape routes, riding the 4-wheeler around the farm and the list goes on and on. When we weren't outside we worked puzzles, colored, roller skated in the basement, set up photo shoots and pretended to be models, and sang to the top of our lungs...Grundy County Auction and The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia were our favorites. I have too many wonderful memories to count, but I am willing to bet my Aunt Linda probably has most of them on video. haha! Visiting Papa and Granny ...
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