The Blaylock Clan
The older I get the more I learn to appreciate my family. The Blaylock clan heralds from the hills of Tennessee. Sure, a few of our members do their primary entertaining in the garage and pee in 5-gallon buckets, but once you get to know us you tend to overlook some of the rough edges. As some of our older warriors (like my Dad) begin to mellow with age, there is a kindness and depth of character that comes out. I can honestly say that I am proud to be a "Blaylock" - and I hope that our children can further enhance this name through the quality of their lives.
God has blessed my life through this bunch. They have loved me unconditionally. I have cousins that are like brothers to me, and aunts and uncles that have been people I can rely upon. Of course, we all deeply miss Granny (who died about 11 years ago). She was the one who brought us all together. Some day I will tell you about her.
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