64

Today I am 64 years old. A few things from my life . . . so far. My dad told me I was born during a blizzard. I checked – yep, true. My baby book says my mama named me (Diana Gayle) and her first words when I was born were, “We got us a redhead!” Eventually my hair color calmed down to a light strawberry-blonde. Which it still is. Mmm, except for a few gray hairs that can barely be seen since it all blends together. A month before I turned one year old, my mama had this professional photo done of me. The photographer colorized it and gave me blue eyes. My eyes are actually hazel. My brother, Glen, was born in 1959 when I was a little over two years old. This next photo was taken the summer after I turned three (1960), when we went to the family reunion on my dad’s side. The Buller family reunions have always been held in Newton, Kansas – because that’s where dad’s family lived beginning in 1934/1935. It’s been a while since the last family reunion, but we cousins – now all adults with grandkids, and some with great-grandkids

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Just a few lines

I’m here. Just haven’t had the heart to blog the past few weeks. I will be 64 in another week. And right now I’m feeling every bit of that age. Too much heartache and unhappiness going on in all parts of our family . . . the grownup kids and the grandkids. This time it seemed to happen all at once. First one phone call, then another. I just do a lot of praying. I sliced a finger the other day with the scissors. Jeepers that hurt. And a lot of blood. It’s been extremely cold lately. And dreary. We’ve had sustained high winds of 30-60mph the past couple days rattling our windows constantly. I thought one of the window screens was going to fly off this afternoon. There were a few snowflakes that whizzed by here and there. 63 days until Spring. Oh pleeeease let the time go by quickly. All I want is to be out in the garden again. Usually I work on genealogy during the winter, but I lose interest after 30 minutes right now. Amanda gave Jerry a DNA test kit for Christmas; haven’t gotten around to taking care of it yet. She’d gotten me one

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Funny stuff

The players in these stories:Me & Jerry = gramma & grampaJohn = sonNova & Aero = 5 yr old granddaughter & 2½ yr old grandson (John/Elissa’s kids)Andrew = 19 yr old grandson (Jeff/Amanda’s son) NOTHING TO SEE HERE Several months back, Jerry was sitting on the couch tying one of Aero’s shoes. This of course meant Jerry’s head was right in front of Aero, who had apparently never really noticed until that moment that grampa is (nearly) bald. Upon looking on that bare landscape, Aero giggled and said: “No hair.” BOOM! FAMILY DISCOUNT A couple weeks ago, while out getting a few groceries, we stopped at the gas station by the store, which is also on the adjacent property as the Sonic where Andrew works. Andrew’s been with Sonic for two years as of December (since he was 17 and in high school). After only a month, they made him a shift manager. He used to work at the Sonic in the center of town but was transferred to this north store (which is bigger and much nicer) a couple months ago because they’re training him as general manager – at 19 years old! Anyway, as I was pumping the gas, I

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