I remember how happy Louie would get when, after we loaded up the car for a trip, he finally realized he was coming too.

I remember Mark decorating his downstairs bedroom door with markers.

I remember the first time I was ever in Madison was 1992 on my way to Oshkosh and a cop pulled me over on East Wash because my taillights were out.

I remember being in French class sophomore year when the teacher told us that the Notre Dame had caught fire.

I remember being in French class in my senior year of high school when we heard that President Kennedy had been shot.

I remember license plates H6F-??? in Missouri (1990-1992), LTK-280 in Iowa (1992-1994), NLY-360 in Wisconsin (1994-2001), HCJ-533 in Minnesota (2001-2005), and 418-KBB in Wisconsin (2005-2023).

I remember Margie Propst taking care of baby Mark one day while I went with Dad and the Honey Creek school to Hannibal, and she said that he cried all day. ):

I remember being in 3rd period Biology in 10th grade when the news came that Challenger had exploded.

I remember having a crush on Roby Davidson in grade school.

I remember arriving home with Ranee to a foul-mouthed couple arguing in front of my Dayton St. apartment, then climbing the stairs to find Danielle, Brendan, Grandma, and Grandpa sitting in my living room listening to the ruckus below.

I remember being editor of the school newspaper in 6th grade.

I remember sitting around eating doughnuts in Thorpe Gordon Elementary with Vince and the two funny janitors on a hot summer's day in 1987.

I remember playing "Onward, Christian Soldiers" on the organ at church one Sunday so fast that the congregation couldn't keep up, and my mother kept whispering, "Slow down."

I remember running back to Chris's car yelling "Go!" after accidentally throwing a newspaper onto someone's flaming charcoal grill. 

I remember Danielle getting a permanent when she was in high school.

I remember the 2014 trip during which DP showed me the house he was about to buy, I visited Denise for the first time in nearly 20 years, and I saw Alice for the last time before she died.

I remember Uncle Paul smoking a cigar.

I remember in 6th grade being handed lots of Rubik's Cubes because I was one of only two kids at South School who could solve them.

I remember my best friend in grade school, Judy Jones, had a dad named Love.

I remember driving into Tulsa once and Danielle spotted Colette in another car.

I remember playing hopscotch in grade school.

I remember when Mom worked at Kmart on Missouri Blvd.

I remember how my dad's mouth would twist a certain way when he was concentrating really hard on a project.

I remember when Grandpa gave us kids a tour of downtown OKC we ran into someone he knew who exclaimed "Hank!  How the hell are you?"

I remember my first kiss.

I remember the view of Jeff City from the Board Office parking lot.

I remember cleaning several offices and a day-care center when the kids went off to college.

I remember the roller coaster dip in the road that Dad would speed up for when we took the back way home from church.

I remember swimming with my family at a local pool in northeast OKC.

I remember how nice it was to have a conversation on an old landline phone with no delay and great audio quality.

I remember that my high school was a pilot school in the 1960s to achieve desegregation -- with a handful of black students bused to our school from their predominantly black neighborhoods.

I remember Donna asking to carry my backpack past the security checkpoint at the Allentown airport in 1993, just to show that she could get it through without getting scanned.

I remember burning brush piles on cold winter days as we cut trees and brush and slowly cleared the land on our farm in Mulberry Hollow.

I remember wearing a VERY bright blue dress to high school that my mother made me.

I remember the procedure for setting up the green camper we had when I was a kid, and I remember how exciting it was every time we did it.

I remember first walking into the apartment in Beaver Dam and knowing without a doubt that this was the place I wanted to live.

I remember the first time a book transported me to another place, and I suddenly found myself walking on a path beside a lake.

I remember either Danielle or Mark (or both) sliding down Grandpa and Grandma's stairs on their rear ends.

I remember going grocery shopping with Chris on Friday evenings and returning to Dayton St. with copies of The Onion and Isthmus, as well as VHS movies from the rental place at Woodmans East.

I remember how much we enjoyed going to the band competitions when DP was in high school.

I remember sitting in the breakfast nook with Grandma and Lou, sifting through tons of old family photos on the day after Halloween 2017.

I remember Mark and Danielle taking their first steps at Grandpa and Grandma's house at Christmas.

I remember Danielle calling when Dad had a heart attack, Dad calling when Grandpa died, and Mom calling when Darlene died.

I remember making paper sack puppets in Miss Crowley's fourth-grade class.

I remember Mom, Dad, Evelyn, and Wes playing pinochle in the Wolfe kitchen in Tulsa.

I remember a camel sticking its head through an open window of our car as we drove through a wildlife animal zoo.

I remember being so drawn to get as close to the stage as possible at the first Lollapalooza that I got separated from my friends and did not find them again until the wee hours of the morning well after the show had ended.

I remember the large, claw-footed bathtub we had when we lived at Miss New's in Oklahoma City.

I remember the first time I visited Lester's 44th St. house in Minneapolis, he met me at the bus station downtown and we walked the whole way, about five miles.

I remember all the fiddleback spiders we killed when we lived on the farm in Jefferson City.

I remember the first time Danielle introduced me to Tien we ate at a Chinese restaurant on Park St.

I remember attending a concert in St. Louis that lasted so late that we stayed in a motel overnight without any luggage, toothbrush, or anything because we were too tired to drive the few hours home.

I remember as a child thinking Dad was an adventurous eater because he liked onions.

I remember reading LITTLE WOMEN by Louisa May Alcott many times during my childhood.

I remember Mom suggesting I read The Hobbit when I was 13 or so.

I remember all the guys getting haircuts at a barber shop in Apache Flats.

I remember being surprised and proud to get an 18-month-old Henry up from a nap and down to Danielle at the pool without any crying.

I remember shopping at House of Bargains in Apache Flats.

I remember seeing our 3 kids for the first time and being awestruck at how tiny human beings could be and already have such a personality.

I remember the first time I saw a photo of Sophie I felt a kind of recognition or connection that I had not expected.

I remember having our three kids help me make Christmas cookies each year -- two grandkids, as well.

I remember liking my second summer working for the Missouri Highway Dept. when I was mainly shaking rock samples through a series of sieves all day.

I remember my dad building the screened-in patio/porch in the backyard on NE 25th Street.

I remember not liking my first summer working for the Missouri Highway Dept. when I was mainly helping prepare asphalt samples all day.

I remember giving Dad a pair of baby booties to "announce" that I was pregnant with our first child.