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“Where I Come From”:  Born in TEXAS, grew up in Stephenville, a small, beautiful town about 1 hour southwest of Dallas-Ft.Worth.    http://tourtexas.com/stephenville/

“Celebrity”:  Stephenville may be a small Texas town but it is home to many celebrities.    Ty Murray and Jewel own a ranch in Stephenville.  I attended school with blues/country slide guitar master LeeRoy Parnell http://www.leeroyparnell.com/.   And those famous Stephenville UFO sightings in Spring 2008 really put my hometown on the map!”  

“Mama Tried”:  She did more than try!  My mom is an amazing woman.  She raised my 3 siblings and me mostly as a single parent.  I don’t know how she did it!  Her name is Shirley and she now lives in Granbury, Texas with her husband and my step-dad, Neil.   

 ”Who’s Your Daddy”: My daddy is Bob Moody, a retired oil man, who lives with his wife  in the south Texas town of Jourdantan (JERD-in-tun). 

“He Didn’t Have To Be”:  My step-dad Neil married my mom just as I was moving out of the house to go to college.  He helped me buy my first car, loaned me money when I needed help, fed me countless meals, took me on vacations I couldn’t ever have afforded,  and gave me his sage advice (which I sometimes heeded and sometimes didn’t!).  He didn’t have to take all his wife’s grown children in and treat them as his own, but he did and does.  

“Family Tradition”:   Sis Margaret, Sis Marjorie, Bro Paul, Bro Brad, Bro Eric Zane.   They are my best friends and I couldn’t imagine not having them in my life.

“When I Said I Do”:  I met my husband Chris when I was still living in Texas, but after a year-long, long distance romance, I moved to Arizona and we got married.   

“I Saw God Today”:   I see God’s beauty everyday - my son Dillon is 13 and my daughter Lawsen Anne is 11. 

“All My Exes Live in Texas”:  NO, I am not going to tell you about all my past love life!  This classic George Strait song includes a line about my families annual and favorite vacation spot.  Every July since I was a toddler, we have packed up the camping gear and moved into our camping spot on the Frio River in Texas.  The line goes “I remember that old Frio where I learned to swim”.   My kids now live this tradition!  

I will continue to add to this page.  Check back soon for more Gwen Foster Song-ography.

View of the Frio River from our camp.   This is where we spent all our time!  Our camp spot is located about 1 1/2 hours West of San Antonio, just south of Garner State Park.

We always bring home a new Frio t-shirt each year!

My family has been camping here since I was kid, but this is the first time I’ve ever taken a picture of the gate entrance. I hopped out of the car as we were pulling out early Friday morning and took this beautiful shot.

Frio cuties!  My daughter Lawsen is on the right with her cousins.

My son Dillon (middle) demonstrating the Frio River “hang” with family members.  Evan (right) has achieved Frio River nirvana!

Another early morning shot as we were leaving the Frio.   Look carefully and you can see the deer! 

It is all about family at the Frio.  This is my big sis Margaret.   

Frio is spanish for COLD and it is!  Hey guys!  I am going to be on vacation July 14 - 18.  It’s time for my family’s annual FRIO RIVER camping trip (see Gwen’s Song-ology - “All My Exes Live in Texas” - on this blog page).   While I’m gone, Cactus Jack is going to be on the radio for me from 9a-1p each day.  Be nice to him, ok?!! 

I’ve been going on this same camping trip with my Daddy since I was a little girl of 4 or 5.  Here are a few things I’ve learned about what to do/what not to do on a camping trip.  Thought I’d pass them on to you!

Happy Camping!  Love you, Miss you, Be back soon!   Gwen Foster 

 Never cook a meal while sitting inside your tent, even when it’s raining outside. (Trust me. Your tent will explode.) 

Never forget that “freeze-dried’’ and “chili’’ is a very bad combination. (Trust me. You will explode.) 

Never attempt to brush your teeth in total darkness. Preparation H does not fight gum recession.  And it tastes fishy.  

Never underestimate the amount of toilet paper you will use in the backcountry. (Sticks and stones won’t break your bones, but they will leave nicks and abrasions on your derriere.)  

Never try to reason with anyone riding an All-Terrain Vehicle—especially if he (or she) is drunk, and holding a 12-gauge Mossberg hunting rifle, and wearing a knit cap that says “I Like Big Jugs.’’ 

Never camp at a suspiciously beautiful, yet strangely empty, lakeside campsite. It is probably empty for very good reasons (think “flood plain,” “poisoned water,” and “spaniel-sized mosquitoes.”) 

Never cut the handles off the toothbrush “to save pack weight.” Toothbrushes weigh less than an ounce—and if you try to brush your teeth with the head of a toothbrush, it will fall down your throat and lodge in your trachea, and you will die.  

Never bring artisan-quality cheddar cheese into the Mojave Desert with you in mid-June. A horrid white pus will extrude from the cheese, and you will vomit.  

Never bring a fondue maker into the woods with you. The bread crumbs, fruit wedges, gas and molten cheese will form a white magma that will spew all over you, leaving fourth-degree burns all over your entire body. 

Never try to make your girlfriend—or boyfriend—hike faster by calling out a military cadence in a fake Southern accent. (“Sound off! Sound off! One, two, three, foe!”) 

Never set up your tent in the middle of a mule trail in the North Cascades. Brighty, Big Snort and Old Thunder will trample you to death in your sleep.   

Never eat the freeze-dried stroganoff.  It has been mummified and sealed away for good reason.

Gwen’s Tiny Tunes picture!  Mouth open and ready to talk and sing.  :) 

I was about 4 years old and I’m sitting on a picnic table in my Papa and Mama Cunyus’ backyard in Stephenville, Texas.  Fond memories of this place and time.