I've always had this simple way of know who is on the other end of the phone. If someone says....Winnie Jo, I know it's Mom's side of the family. If someone says....Winnie, I know it is someone here in KC. If someone says....Jo, it is my Dad's side of the family. If someone says.....Win, I know it's my High School Friends. However, if someone says.....JoBob, it has to be either Skip's family or Jim's family. As a matter of fact, Skip's oldest son Jimmy just found our last summer that my name was Winnie.
I absolutely could not trace who called me from the hospital yesterday....I talked to camp ground owner(Wade) last night and made sure he was all right. I told him it was probably a bill collecter from 2 years ago when I had to take Mike to hospital over in Lebanon. I just told Wade that I would give them his number and let them collect whatever it was.
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well you know Aunt Winnie was called Bill and I still do not know why....I think even Grandma Powell called you Winnie Jo...I know Daddy did
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