Sweet, sweet memories you gave-a me
you can't beat the memories you gave-a me
Take one fresh and tender kiss
Add one stolen night of bliss
One girl, one boy
Some grief, some joy
Memories are made of this
Don't forget a small moonbeam
Fold it lightly with a dream
Your lips and mine
Two sips of wine
Memories are made of this
Then add the wedding bells
One house where lovers dwell
Three little kids for the flavor
Stir carefully through the days
See how the flavor stays
These are the dreams you will savor
With His blessings from above
Serve it generously with love
One man, one wife
One love through life
Memories are made of this
Memories are made of this
Songwriters: Richard Dehr, Frank Miller, Terry Gilkyson
Three years ago on Mother’s Day I put my mom’s maiden name in Google. What a surprise to find a photo of my mom as a baby being held in the arms of my grandfather and grandmother. A cousin had traced the roots on my mom’s side clear back to the early 1600s in the Netherlands. You will find the picture on the left side of my blog.
Knowing hardly anything about what had happened to my dad’s side of the family I put my dad’s full name into Google a few days ago. There on a genealogical site I found someone searching for information about my grandfather on dad’s side. A few emails later I had some family pictures and some new cousins that I knew nothing about in South Central Missouri. Rae and I have always said that if we could locate all of our cousins that we could all hold hands and stretch all of the way across Route 66.
The words to the song posted above don’t have much to do with my post. I just like that song and I have it playing here on my blog.
The countdown to Spring as I am typing this is 19 days, 10 hours, 5 minutes and 35 seconds.
Time to go and fix breakfast. I will catch you all later.
Beth