A Girl Named Katie

The neighbors behind us are the paternal parents/grandparents to the neighbors to the front of us. Katie, the youngest child was in Aundrea's class and the two played together when ever possible when not in school. This was before the children were all sent to Oklahoma to live with the maternal grandparents, because the family thought the house was sold and they would be moving soon. Ok so not so soon as they thought but it is now sold and they will be moving.
..........which is a very long way around to explaining why Aundrea asked me "why did Katie's family have to sell their house?" They didn't have to but Katie's mom told me that they were selling because they could get enough out of it to pay cash for a home in Oklahoma and live with no house payments and Katie's dad can work anywhere. Her family is there and the Paternal family will follow them where ever.
.......Now Katie had a very different story. She said that they had to go to Oklahoma because her grandpa had a hernia and couldn't lift much so they needed to help him. By now we know that Katie tells quite good tales. In fact the child only resorts to the truth as a last resort. At one time she said that they couldn't move cause the landlord was very mean and wouldn't let the other people have the house. One of her other famous stories was that a boy at school had stuck a long needle (hypodermic type) into Aundrea's backpack. He was trying to stick it into Aundrea but she moved. I asked Katie's mom if she had heard this and she said no but if Katie said it, ignore it. Perhaps these stories are why Katie is often confined to her room and cannot play with the other children?
........On another thought altogether, I wonder why people don't put down roots like they used to. When we moved to this house, almost everyone had been here for years. We have been here now, more years than I can count. Well I can count them but don't care to. Our roots here must go all the way to the center of the earth. Or at least our children will think so when we are gone and they have to dispose of our stuff. I am attempting to lighten the load somewhat but there will be plenty for them to do.
............It does seem to me that people don't stay like they used to. Or have we gone back to the days when the west was being settled and people were moving west in covered wagons? Our wagons are now moving vans and the trip is shorter in time anyway. In our circle of friends we seem to be the minority. Most of them have moved several times. Mostly for work or military service. Still I wonder if we missed out or are the winners? If you base it on the sheer volume of STUFF, we win I am sure. Of course we are the minority when it comes to staying married too and I am not sure if that is presistance or stupidity or laziness.