If you’ve read my old blog or book, you know all about my sweet granddaughter Cortney. One thing you might not know is that all but one of her cousins on her mother’s side of the family were boys, and most of the cousins on her dad’s side were also boys. As if that weren’t enough for one girl to cope with, she was the only girl in a neighborhood full of even more of them!
Growing up roughhousing with all those boys turned her into a tough and durable girl. Whether it was on a volleyball court or dragging 1000-pound cattle around at the fair, she knew she could do it. After all, hadn’t she been showing the “stronger” sex all of her life that she could keep up with them and even, often, better them. She was as apt to be covered with mud, from four-wheeling with her brother, as painting her fingernails, and she spent as much time wrestling as dancing. Her first serious boyfriend was just one of the guys who suddenly looked up one day and found that the tomboy he competed with had been slowly blossoming when he wasn’t looking and turned into the girl he wanted for his Homecoming date.
Cortney married her Homecoming date last summer. She is now doing her student nursing and will soon be a registered nurse.
Connie Oney Photography 