Judy Moore, First Cousin
Becky and I were best friends as well as cousins growing up. Every summer we would go to grandmas house. We used to lay out in that those red dirt ditches. One time we tried to milk a pregnant dog,to use in our mud pies. That dog got mad and ran off. We found a snake hole. I told Becky,they always have a back door. We dug and the snake came out and scared us to death. Grandma said that was a coral snake. Good thing we ran. I moved to San Francisco when I was 13. No more fun days at Grandmas. But I never forgot. I came back a couple of times on the bus and train. She was my besty. I don’t think I can make the funeral. Teki and Jacy will come if they can. All my love, Judy.