January 2, 2017. Madison, Mississippi. A New Year's Party.

I have no idea why we were invited to the party in 1969, but we did.  And we went.  Dave and Irene  visited us in Galveston, and they came to the party too.  The plan was for Norman, who was 15 would babysit for our boys.  David was 5 months and Andrew 20 months.  Wendy, 11 years old and Kenny at 7, were there too.  When we left for the party, the boys were both asleep.  But shortly after we left, David woke up and started crying.  And continued crying.   Poor Norm went to a neighbor for help, to no avail despite the bottles of milk or water.   By the time we arrived home, everyone was asleep.  Many years later, Norm reminded David and Andrew that they owed him a babysitting time with his own children.  I don't recall whether or not they paid their debt.

The hosts name were Peaches and Shrub.  They were about our age.  Shrub was from a prominent and wealthy family in  Galveston.  The men in their family had been for many generations named after a part of a tree.  The father's name was Tree and the grandfather Branch.  I am not making this up.  At University, David met a young man who had also been born on the island of Galveston.  His name was Twig.   Who David told me about Twig, I told him about the party.  Twig was a trust fund kid.  He was rich and irresponsible  and eventually was kicked out of school for grades, attendance and drugs.  I suspect that Twig will not be running their large Insurance business.  

The party was memorable, only because of the hosts name.  Peaches and Shrub.  Only in the South.