Some of these rocks have traveled many miles to get here to East Texas. I started collecting them when we lived in Omaha, NE, and would visit friends in South Dakota. They have a large farm and when David plowed, Jan and I would walk behind and pick up the large rocks dug up by the plow. A necessary farm chore in places like that. Every time we visited, I would bring home several large rocks and smaller stones.
When we were moving back to Texas, we were moving on our own dime and my husband said no way could we afford to pay to move those rocks and stones. Moving companies charge by the pound.
My husband is not as attached to things as I am. He did not understand what those rocks meant to me, but one of my son's did. So Michael drove his truck from Austin to Omaha, and he and I drove those rocks to our new place here. Every day I can go out and walk around our property and see the rocks and remember where they came from.
My youngest daughter, Dany, can tell us all about our rocks and what minerals are in them. She earned a degree in geology, and when I told my mother what Dany was studying, Mother asked what that was. The simple answer, "She studies rocks."
"Oh, she's another rock picker. Well, she comes by that naturally."
Yes she does.