My Old Kentucky Home

I grew up in Cincinnati and have always considered myself a city girl. My dad, on the other hand, grew up deep in southern Kentucky on a tobacco farm. I loved visiting there when I was a kid - exploring the land, playing in the chicken coop, throwing rocks on the dirt road (yep, my grandma lived on a real dirt road), using the bucket to get water out of the well then drinking that yummy water and even using the outhouse (nope, no running water until I was in my teens).

I hadn't been back to that part of Kentucky in almost 20 years! Saturday, Mike, the kids and I traveled to the bluegrass state for my dad's Taylor family reunion (side note: Taylor is named after my maiden name). My grandma passed away when I was in college and my grandpa has been gone for about 35 years, but it was so nice seeing half sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, great aunts and uncles, etc. It was just a day trip, but one I'm glad we took.

My cousin Scott, his wife Jackie and his little boy Chandler.

Pops, Pear, Mike. The reunion was held at an authentic "home cooking" type restaurant. Mike probably had seven pieces of fried chicken. (My dad spilled coffee on his shirt on the ride down. My grace is explained, haha.)

The Worm and cake. The kid's got a major sweet tooth!

Us.

My sisters Angie and Kim.

My dad, his sister Drucilla and brother Louis.

My second cousin Ricky and Pops.

The restaurant had rockers and ceiling fans on the big wooden porch. The kids loved them.

Do you have any family get togethers planned this summer? We head to Pittsburgh next month for Mike's family reunion!

Until next time,

Mommy Kel