On this cusp of a new year, my mind travels back to the years gone by when I was growing up as a small girl in a very large extended family, the Philpott family. My father Gene Philpott had eight siblings, and as long as his parents, Emert and Mary Clay Philpott lived, we had occasional family gatherings. This picture was likely taken in the late 50s at my grandparents’ house. They are pictured in the center of the back row. You will find a partial shot of me at the far left of the back row. All of the other kids are on the front row. Even then, I didn’t always follow directions. Most of these folks are gone now, even a couple of the kids. Life is very fragile. Handle with care.