There's an old groaner of a joke about Mexia (pronounced Mu-hay-uh). A salesman comes to town and, wanting to check his facts, inquires as to how to pronounce the town's name. One person tells him Mex-ee-uh, another Mu-hay-uh. Just a little confused, he goes to the local ice cream store and asks the clerk, "would you please pronounce the name of this place very slowly for me?" The clerk responds, speaking slowly and enunciating clearly, "Da-ree Queen". (I warned you it was a groaner!)
Perhaps I should get back to Aunt Mellie. Despite her 85 years, she is vibrant, active, and has much less grey hair than I do. MUCH less. She attributes her stubborn hair color to her Cherokee lineage. All I know is I want to be like her when I grow up.
Last summer she went swinging on ropes through the jungle canopy of Costa Rica, then caught a huge swordfish in the Gulf. Should you doubt, she has pictures to prove it.
But her most outstanding characteristic is her love for family and her love for Jesus. Principessa and I stopped by to visit her a couple of days ago on our way from iPodite's home in one major Texas city to Principessa's in another. Although Texas is pretty big, our family members have somehow managed to settle along one of the major highways, which makes it convenient to visit them.
Aunt Mellie, who moved from her home of 55 years to her current home only 7 years ago, brought us up to speed on her family, including grandkids, and spoke of heaven. She loves parties and family reunions, and I think that's how she envisions eternity. Her words are still ringing in my ears.
"I want to take as many with me as I can."
I can say from personal experience these thirtysomething years, anything Aunt Mellie sets her mind on is pretty much a done deal.
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