The House on 46th Street

I drove passed the old house on 46th street and it brought back so many fond memories. Over fifty year of recollections came flooding back as I stared at the reddish brown brick ranch style abode my mother-in-law called home. 

There were so many countless good times that I experienced with my wife...from our first date, wedding reception, and numerous family reunions to the last day when we all said our final good byes.  Any excuse we had to travel back to "Big Red's" house was always a special occasion. Big Red was such an appropriate nick name for this little red headed Irish woman with a heart the size of Texas. I always felt special, her warm loving demeanor rubbed off on all her ten children and I always knew I was home around her and all her family.  It's hard not to get bleary eyed when I recall these memories. 

God bless "Big Red" and all her family. 

Amen