Harp
Red-hot candy jello, thick turkey gravy and sweet yams with marsh-mellow topping. I wish I had kept track of how many Thanksgivings I attended at 559 Birch Drive. It was always a festive affair with pecan and pumpkin pie to follow along with second helpings of Grandpa Cleo McBride's "jokes". The joke I remember the most was ,"My wife is an absolute angel, she always harps on me". What a tru . e blessing it was during my teenage years to have had the fortuitous fortune of meeting not only my future husband, but my in-laws as well. Ours was a busy family with plenty of kids and my parents were often stretched thin. What a great gift it was to have this second family in my life at such a pivotal juncture. The Budge's came to track meets, vocal performances, concerts, sometimes events my parents did not have time for. When Dave left on his mission, I dated around. I was fairly serious with one fellow and his parents even came to the Miss Idaho pag...