Henry helps me pick up the mail when we get home. We live in a very rural community--the mailing route is one town, the phone number is another, the school district is another, and the community itself has its own name.My ancestor Henry McKenzie moved to this small community in 1842 when Texas was a republic. As late as the turn of the last century there was a post office, school, dentist, doctor's office, grocery store, drugstore, a blacksmith's shop, several churches, and the all important cotton gin. It also had a Woodmen of the World hall. The last business was a gas station that shut down in the fifties There is now just one Methodist church in the community and less than 25 people.
Henry on the city park slide in the town where I work, in anticipation of the birthday party.
This past Saturday there was a birthday party for Evan from the Children's Center. The party was held at the city park. Henry really enjoyed the chocolate cupcakes.
He watched from afar as Evan opened his presents. This park is in store for a major overhaul, and the new plan does not include this pavilion. Perhaps we are one of the last parties to be held here.
Henry was reluctant to get on the old fashioned merry-go-round.
Eventually he did feel comfortable enough to get on and he seemed to have a good time with a few of the other children.
Monday while we were driving to the library I noticed Henry--it's obvious he likes the Jeff doll much more than the Anthony doll.
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Henry just cracks me up. He is so adorable. Those dolls are too much. They seem to give him comfort.
Scott - this is an amazing site - your Henry is precious! And how wonderful that he found his twin - I have identical twin grandsons and can't wait to see them grow up.
Blessings,
Carol
Looks like he really enjoyed those cupcakes!
I, too, lived in a rural town. It used to have 700 people (or so the sign claimed), but the most recent sign puts the population at 500. I do miss the wide open spaces.
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