Sunday On Barnes Hill

As a family we have always joked and called our little spot in the country in Arkansas, Barnes Hill.  Our family name is Barnes and my sister is married to a Hill—thus the name Barnes Hill.  I am the only immediate family member not living right on or near the farm my father’s parents owned.  It was a typical Sunday on Barnes Hill—church and way too much to eat. 

The choir did a wonderful job with the Christmas cantata, my cousin Mary Ellen was the narrator (see I told you we have lots of family around) and tonight we went back to church as the children performed their Christmas program.  The kids were a delight, just adorable—one of the things that make Christmas special. 

I love being home for Christmas with my family and I love that my husband is comfortable here and enjoys my family also.  It does help that his mother in law provides him with plenty of cherry cheesecake pies!

We did get the internet working better this afternoon so I will attempt to post a few photos from our trip and from today. 

JB left a comment stating he wanted to travel in front of us so Michael would come long behind and repair JB and Brenda’s rig when or if it breaks down.  Michael wants JB to know it would be a pleasure to travel in the company of someone who is ingenious enough to tie their roof on with crank straps after the wind blows the roof off!!!

Danny (brother in law) reading a Bible story to the children.  

Leah and Elizabeth, my niece’s little angels????