Yes, we're praying things will have settled down over there before Chris goes. Yes, we're looking forward to both families being her for Thanksgiving. We were suppose to go to Howie and Lol's but Gene begged them to come here. He knew I could decorate the tree by myself and he knew he didn't want to do it, so he said the thought they should all come here and decorate the tree at that time. I just hope I can get my house back together by then. Right now we have no bathroom downstairs, but that is going well and should be finished by then, I told him it had to be with 11 people here. Upstairs is another matter. Everything from our room is in the other bedrooms, for our room to be painted. There was moisture in the wall and ceiling. Had a plumber out and determined that it was not a plumbing problem but a roof problem. So far we have not found anyone who can do it in time. We can't paint without it being ruined if it rains, and I do not want to put the room back together and then start all over again. I have some catching up to do on the blog, yes I do remember the new bedroom suite, did not remember that it was mine, but I do remember it. Childhood bedroom, when Bertha was born and was a baby, there was a small bedroom right next to Mama and Dads, on the back of the house. We had two double beds in there and there was very limited space between them. Joyce, Gloria and I slept in that room and believe me, it was too close to Mama and Dads, if you know what I mean. But the closet next to it was large, walk-in, but what a mess it was. There always seemed to be clothes on the floor. Don't remember when we moved to bedroom upstairs, but maybe when we got the new bedroom suite. I'm not sure if we did all of the time, but there were times that Joyce, Gloria and I all slept in the double bed upstairs, maybe in the winter so we could stay warm. None of our bedrooms were heated. I also remember when we had our first bathroom put in. Some of you probably didn't know that Joyce, Gloria and I were that old - we had a outhouse out back. I also remember one Christmas, when we took Bertha, as a baby, maybe two or so, to sleep with us on Christmas Eve, so we could bring her down on Christmas morning. She was such a cute kid, I remember when she took her first steps. She was in the yard to the right of the kitchen. Mother was at work. I also remember ironing her cute dresses. I was twelve when she was born so I guess I was around 13 when she walked. I guess I was a little "Mother" to her because of Mother working. Don't remember about the school year, but during the summer, I (I guess with help from sisters) did all the laundry, which was definitly more than just dropping them in the washer and dryer. We had a wringer type. Each piece had to be put through the wringer to get excess water out and they went from the washer to two tubs of water. In other words, they were rinsed twice, which meant each piece was fed into the ringer three times and then hung on the line outside. Oh, Bertha, you forgot one of your other nicknames. I know that you remember, but I won't list it as I'm sure you don't want others to call you that now. I thought I might get to bed at a decent time, but did not know I was going to write a book.