Three Days in Texas
OH dear god, what a month! Closed on a house, hosted three UK relatives in our tiny house with half of the house packed in boxes, and now less than a week after getting my new house keys and my relatives flying home I find myself in a resort on the shores of Lake Texoma. It's the last Peters/Easter family reunion my second cousin Marla is putting together. I had to come. I'm so glad I did. I just sat listening to family ghost stories over steaks. Everyone had a story. Some were shadows that disappeared when they looked at them, one was a mean ghost that was terrorizing two granddaughters, my father recalled an antebellum ghost that used to pace the halls of a house we lived in when I was infant. I also heard some scandalous stories. My father's grandmother apparently was a terror. When my dad's younger brother John was born she was devastated.She wanted a granddaughter. The nurses at the maternity ward caught her trying to switch John's wristband with the baby g...