Kimberly willis holt auto bio
When I was a child, the thing I wanted more than anything was to grow up and live in one house.
When my Navy Chief dad received orders for a new base, it meant we had to move. First we’d visit our extended family in Forest Hill, Louisiana. Seven generations of my both sides of my family are from in and around that area. Sometimes my cousins and I would sit on my grandparents’ front porch and play Lost in Space. Sometimes the grownups would drink coffee and talk about the good ole’ days. I loved listening to them. When we had to leave, I sure missed that porch.
By the time I was fourteen years old, I’d lived in Pensacola, Florida; Paris, France; Norfolk, Virginia; Alexandria, Louisiana; Barrigada, Guam; Bremerton, Washington; Forest Hill, Louisiana and the Westbank of New Orleans.
Our kitchen reflected all those places we’d called home. We ate French toast, pancit and lumpia, red beans and rice. And we never forgot my family’s central Louisiana ro