|Pierson and Maylin on the front porch of the funeral home|
|family gathering together|
|the great grand children|
|the grand children|
Because we were already back near the footbridge the Grandkids and Great Grandkids couldn't resist another crossing. How could a simple telephone pole with a 2x10 on top be such a center piece for all of us? Probably because every time we walked the farm Grandpa was with us and he crossed that bridge with us too. Never was there a time he was too busy to take a walk with any of us.
Although I do specifically remember one time Grandpa wasn't with us while we were crossing the bridge. We snuck back there to play in the mossy creek only to find ourselves surrounded by cows. They were on either side of the bridge and below us in the creek. We stood in fear on that bridge for what seemed like hours until Grandpa drove back there looking for us. ;) Was he angry? Nope... he just grinned told us to get in the back of the truck. We all anxiously waited to "hear it" when we got back but as far as I can remember there was never another word said about it. Did we learn our lesson? ...YEP!
|The Great's and the Great Great's lined up according to age on the "leaning tree".|
The unturnned cornfields.
Maylin found a new gymnastics apparatus... his name is Rusty. (The oldest of the grandchildren.) For 30 some years Rusty was the only male grandchild... Man did he tease us. He is the reason I was called "fountain head" as a child. :)
Adam "getting bit" by the coyote. Everyone has a coyote in their kitchen right?
The canoe's. We spent hours paddling around Grandpa's pond as kids. He would wave us back with a grin as we unwillingly went round and round in circles.
The "OWL". So many chocolate crinkles or snicker-doodle cookies were snuck from that cookie jar!
The glass pieces in the window seal. I love how the light shines on them. That blue piece just makes me happy!
His untouched wagon full of wood.
The barn is just shy of being a hardware store. His organization was amazing.
The gloves he was wearing.
|He was 92 and still driving wedges into a tree. This piece had three wedge marks in it. It makes my back hurt to think about splitting this piece of wood! To Grandpa it was just another days work.|
As the sun began to set on the kickball game so was our time on the farm. If I shut my eyes I can still hear the laughter and squeals of the game. I can smell the clean crisp air. I can see the adults scattered about the house remembering days past. It was a perfect ending to a wonderful man's life.
As we walk down the road of life may his legacy live on in those of us who were fortunate enough to call him ours.
|Dad had given Grandma and Grandpa a photograph of their house signed with this caption.|
Many are the shelters that cover one's head, but only one can be called "Home".
That home will be sorely missed.