Frost

Bett had her nose up close to her laptop peering intently at something and said “Sandy come here I’ve found Frost! Come show me the old house!” She was on a web site where she could go down city streets but her mouse couldn’t be coaxed into traveling down country gravel roads.

“I want a picture of the town!  Show me Frost!” I had to tell her she was looking at Frost that she had been through it three times already.

“What street does Rose live on?” I told her to slow down and go north from downtown and turn left at the post office.  She had to back the mouse up several times on account of too much enthusiasm. There I found myself staring right at Rose’s house!  It made me want to cry that I couldn’t go in and hug my sister.

“Show me the Frost news paper and I’ll send them a book.” There isn’t a newspaper in Frost. It would have to be sent to the Corsicana Daily Sun.  (We are still waiting to hear from them.)

A few days later Bett says “Sandy find me the address of the Frost Library and I’ll send them a book.”

I told Bett if she wanted to see something amazing we’d need to travel to Frost some spring where I could show her seas of the most beautiful blue bonnets in the world.

If we could go there today, I would hand her some cotton, still in its bolls, pulled from Strain Farms that my cousin Jimmy now owns.

We would drive by the house, and I would tell her about the last time I visited it.

I would introduce her to my sister Rose. She is still there, and she is still the same.

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