Just in case Squinney doesn't like the Missouri map, I have a emergency gift to give her which, hopefully, will brighten her Christmas morning.
You see, years ago, when I was distraught over a land purchase gone sour (certain segments of the property were not swamp) and I was hitting the bottle pretty hard, Squinney told me, "Gus, what you need to do when you're down is to go back to your childhood -- back to a peaceful place in your memory when you were happiest. That place for me, Gus, was a small woods in Missouri. I would walk through those woods for hours and I considered myself blessed for having such an idyllic existence."
Then she paused, thought for a moment, and pulled a portrait from her pocket. She handed it to me and said, "Keep this, Gus. It is me as a child. Keep it and maybe it will remind you to travel back to your youth."
I looked at the photo....
I wasn't quite sure what Squinney meant. How would this photo help me return to my youth? But I kept it. I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
But now, I have decided to put the photo in a nice walnut frame and return it to Squinney. Someday, hopefully, she can bestow it upon one of her granddaughters on a future Christmas morning, and watch with delight from her rocking chair as her grandchild gazes upon the photo with awe and exclaims, "Wow, Grandma! That's you!!?"
And the rest of the evening will play out like a series of Norman Rockwell photographs.