Short Words for Long Memories

I hear that April 11th (tomorrow) would have been The Swede's birthday. I think I remember the Minstrel teasing her about her Sweetish (misspelling intentional) ancestry so that's the nickname she's been given on this blog.

We used to go visit the ranch when I was little. I don't have any real specific memories to share but many good memories of times spent there. I recall lots of guitar playing, food and fun. I always looked forward to visiting. Elmont was a good pal and I might have had a kiddy little crush on the girls. Either way, the visits were always a blast. Even the time I came home with chicken pox. Even the time we slid off in the ditch on the way there and our tires fell off. Especially the time that Elmont got 4 buckets of water poured on his head. And all the others too.

If the rest of her body were as strong as her heart the Swede would still be with us today. Anyone that could raise three girls, two cowboys (yup I said two ;) and still drive a school bus is as tough as they come. And she was as sweet as she was tough.