I was my family’s first child, first daughter, first grandchild. Every day my mother put a spoonful of Karo Syrup in my bottles of milk to keep my system moving and filled them with sugar water in between. My grandfather topped them off with red Kool-Aid and took me for long rides in his pickup truck. They doted…
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Terry Shamblin Writes 