The ants go marching

It’s weird how incidents from our deep past seem to surface in our minds at odd times. Sometimes they are unpleasant, but very often they are cherished memories that make us smile, maybe even laugh, as we remember.

I don’t even know what jarred my memory into remembering this particular day of my life, but it was an awesome and fun memory, so I thought I’d like to share it.

During the latter part of the 1970s, I spent some time in a small country in the Caribbean called Haiti. My first husband’s family had a construction company (road construction), and got a contract to build a road there, so we lived in Haiti for four years.