I can remember as kid's my sister, my cousins, and I were all out in the field playing around the old buildings on our uncles place down the road from our grandmothers home in Jones, Oklahoma, when all of a sudden I am screaming and slapping at the top of my head...My sister comes runnng with my cousins and I tell her a bee is stinging me on the top of my head, so like a good and loving sister she decides to help me out...She quickly looks around and sees an old two by four and grabs it up and brings it down on top of my head to kill the bee...None of us noticed that a nail was poking out of the board and it went through the bee and in to the top of my skull...Well, needless to say the bee was dead and I was knocked out colder than a cucumber...And if, there is a moral to that story I learnt it a long time ago...Never ever run around screaming of a bee stinging you when your big and protective sister is about...Otherwise you will be knocked out....LOL...Lord I miss her..

I can remember every time I tried to come see Tina at Arcadia for the first two years I would get lost. I would call her in tears bawling my eyes out and she would calmly say: now sissy take a deep breath and look for a road sign and tell me where you are then would proceed to give me step by step directions till I made it safely to her house. We always had so much fun that even the upset of getting horribly lost couldn't take that away. She was so fun and warm.