Wednesday, December 4, 2013

visit to indiana

back in october

we took a trip to visit my grandparents.

i was so excited.

it was quite an ordeal to get all of the kids, minus the baby... we took him with us


we happily got on our flight and enjoyed the 3 hr flight in silence.

pdubs woke up as we were landing and said he felt like he got hit by a truck.

that's right. completely glassy eyed, fever, kick your butt to bed, sleep all day


such a bummer. 

we had big plans to really live it up.

oh well.

he rested and my gram and i hung out and 

stared at the baby all day.

fine with me.

my grams house. heaven, right?
the house where i took my first steps & had my first taste of chocolate

gramps was really enjoying holding the baby for the first time

fall leaves. my fav.

paul did rally one rainy afternoon. we went to a riley festival and enjoyed an elephant ear.

we also had to take the baby to our fave apple orchard.

he also rallied for a game night.

i think that really did him in.

i found this old letter my gram had written in 3rd grade.

i love her fancy writing and her sweet sentiments.

i can't think of much else i'd rather be doing than going through old photos at my grandma's house.

even though i have done it hundreds of times, there is always a new story to go along.

and always fun to see the pics again and again.

and since i'm at a different age when i do this, i have a different perspective.

when my grandma wrote this to her mother, my great-grandmother, after whom i was named,

 was about the same age i am now.

she was raising 6 kids, 5 girls and 1 boy

her husband, mother and sweet daughter had already gone before her

and all within a short amount of time.

but somehow she managed to push through and make sure my gram and her siblings

all had happy memories of their childhood.

pretty amazing if you ask me.


Anonymous said...

it was a very different visit, yhis time. poor paul being so sick, the rainy days and driving problems. I enjoyed your visit and loved having you both, and especially seeing beautiful little jude. love you all. nice post. hjw

Anonymous said...

I clearly recall handing you that chocolate Ho-Ho, not know you'd never had chocolate before. Your eyes welled up with tears, & a little chocolate drool came from your mouth. Then your Mom came is, & asked what you were eating. Oops!
Auntie Patsy

... said...

Sweet post. The letter your grandmother wrote, along with the explanation, made me cry. We talk a lot about "amazing" people but we don't often stop to think about what that means...or if the title is actually deserved. In your great-grandmother's case, I'd say "amazing" isn't a strong enough descriptor. <3

Elizabeth Anne said...

Everytime I'm home . . . . i go through old letters and photos. My favorite are the letters my Grandmother Olga (Dad's mom) wrote to him while he was in the army.