We are headed to Richmond Virginia this week to spend some time with my 5 amazing, adorable, smart, funny, incredibly talented, great-nephews and nieces. There will be lots of hugging, kissing, laughing, chasing, and general merriment making while we are there. Time will also be carved out for eating southern cuisine, drinking wine, and telling stories about the lives and times of Ray and Angie Moss and their 4 offspring (known around some parts as the Moss gang).
There is always at least one story I've never heard before at these shindigs. I will do my very best to stretch the truth about the time Dottie almost ran over my head the night we snuck out in the Volkswagon when she did in fact not know how to drive a stick shift, did not have a drivers license, and we were in Panama. A good story lies in the small details which must be embellished if they can't be recalled.
And as we sit around the table and swap our memories we will be building, in the minds of the next generation of the Moss family, a link to the great grandparents that got this whole family started.