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I have cousins from whom there lies a precious memory.                                                                                     They both are older than me, and years ago while I was                                                                                        still a little boy, the two of them tucked me in on Saturday                                                                                            nights after several hours of great entertainment and fun.

Back then, I knew them as 'Honey Child and Tiny'. There was                                                                                     a season when my father often took my brother and me to                                                                                                        his sister's home on Saturday nights where we were well                                                                          cared for and kept secure.                                                                                 

On occasions, I get pleasant flashbacks of them and the loving                                                                      moments they shared with us when it came time for bed. Feeling                                                                   security required more than blankets and a warm house. These                                                                 young ladies knew something about love. They were children                                                                 themselves, but deeply endowed with selflessness.

I don't know if my dad knew how caring and tender his two nieces were,                                                                 and he did not live long enough for me to share this story with him; but                                                                           I will always believe that daddy knew how and where to build a legacy.                                                                     I remember, now at least 65 years ago, the love and tenderness of my                                                        two cousins, Honey Child and Tiny. In a telephone conversation some                                                                  17 years ago, as we conversed about 'family', I could not agree more                                                                when Honey Child said to me, "We came from good stock".

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