It had been a while back, when my granddaughter was two years old, and one day we were driving over the Caloosahatchee river, that I told her the name of the river.. funny thing is , I was in charge of her that day. mom had left her with me. and I , silly me. it was 9 pm. and we were thirsty, and I get the idea to ask her. what would you like to drink. we were at a 7/11.she goes for the yoohoo. and I said. hmmmmm bad idea. but you are such a good girl, lets go for it….
well, back to the river. I tell her the name, and she starts to try to pronounce it …..
well…….. what was that for …….
the laughter we had . and her energy. and her trying hard to pronounce it
. omg. mom does not know of this story
so…… here is my memory , I had to take a picture of the river, that has a great history behind it of my husbands family coming through this river, many generations ago……..