A couple of weeks ago Papu and I spent the day hiking down memory lane.
Here are just a few of the photos.
See Don's emergency response house numbers?
They have to be big enough they can be seen from the street.
I don't think size is the issue.
Sometimes people are wandering around on his property.
They tell him they think it is abandoned. How rude.
Do you remember decorating this tree in the big snow one winter?
I don't think we could put a star on top now.
... childhood memory ...
Papu models the finest in walkabout attire. He swears it's tick proof.
This is Dog Fennel. When cows eat it milk tastes like $*@&!
I don't know who in dad's family did the taste test.
See the background? See that sunlight and cleared ground? Don has been ridding the back yard of privet hedge, blackberry bushes and honeysuckle vine for months.
There is a story here...and there...and over there...
Pumpkin joined us on our walkabout and stopped to listen to all the stories.
This one (older and wiser says Don) had nothing to do with us.
This was with the zoom.
Wisteria vine like Don has been eradicating.
Honeysuckle.
I like the bark.
This bit of privet hedge is next.
Grandmother's and Grandaddy's bus was flooded to the roofline.
"That spins and seed falls out."
Privet hedge losing the war.
Wouldn't be a walkabout with Papu if he didn't eat some sort of tree.
The outbuildings
Water rose here to the undercarriage of the bus. Whew!
Almost lost the overnight visitor accommodations.
"How big was that beaver?"
Bus number 3. Up by the spring.
Papu's Curfman great grandparents and great uncle.
Eunice will live forever.
Corlew Cemetary:
This is not our family. This is a family that got the flu in 1898.
This is our family. Papu's Curfman grandparents, aunts and uncles.
Notice Aunt Dell's stone. She was married. Her last name was not Curfman. Susie says Uncle Glenn didn't like her husband and he made arrangements for the marker. Uncle Glenn was definitely a Curfman.
Notice the spelling on GGmom's stone.
Can't really see the spelling here on GGdad's stone
but at least we know where they thought he was headed.
Papu's mom and dad and his Delones grandparents.
Granddaddy didn't want praying hands. Oops.
Thus ends a walk down nostalgia lane. Susie says we didn't visit all the cemeteries. One day soon we should take another trip.
