some of those are to practice all the wonderful things mrs. r & mrs. u taught my little guy this year. other lessons deal with a different kind of education.
this past week, it was a personal history lesson for my guy, my niece, and my nephew. for me, it was a journey back into childhood.
we rode a few miles north & west of home until we arrived here:
this is where my great grandparents lived and raised 8 children..... on a farmer's salary no less!
while i never knew either mamie or papa, my grandfather and great aunts & uncles often told stories from their childhoods. my great aunt carolyn is one of the last 2 siblings living and she took us on a little tour as she shared her memories.
some i remembered and recalled for a new generation ...like how my grandfather crashed a motorcycle in the front yard & broke his leg.
other memories were shared with me for the first time... the icy christmas morning that my dad brought my mom to meet the family and how all the small pines were covered and bent.
i wasn't really sure how the kids would respond to all of this, but later that night and the next day, all three of them chattered away about "the old house".
there's no way they or i can truly know all of our family's history that happened here, but at least now it is a part of their memory too.
here's a few more of mamie & papa's place:
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