Country days. . . .

As you can see in the above picture, our morning started out a little rainy. Our first real rain in about two months.

So loading up for our day required umbrella's for going back and forth to the car.

We arrived up at Shelbina in time for lunch at Martha's, . . . .

. . . . where they were having a very busy lunch rush on a Sunday after church.

We met up with Great Grandparents who were celebrating 71 years marriage.

Way in the back over Great Grandma's shoulder is Grandpa Charlie and Great Uncle Cary.

Corn-dogs and fries.

By the front door of Martha's.
(Next time I want to get there for breakfast!)

Then out to the farm to visit and help Grandma with some hard to reach projects.

Laundry this time by the often posted old cellar.

Side porch, nice and shady.

Front steps.

Of course, no trip to the farm would be complete without a 'mule ride'.

Wife and Grandpa getting fishin' stuff together.

Out to the pond.

Pink practice reel to learn how to cast.

Grandpa caught the first one.

Fishin' buddies.

OK, this time you get to reel in Grandpa's.

One step closer to fishin'.

'Ok, but once it starts wigglin', I'm out of here!'

Reelin' in one for mommy.

'OK, this time I'll hold it till it is out of the water . . .

. . .and maybe I'll look inside it's mouth.'

We caught probably eight small bass in about 15 mins.

You never really think about the things your child may not know about that you took for being a common house-hold item. But I was caught a little off guard when daughter asked what these were.

She didn't know what a clothes pin was.

Or that women usually made the clothes pin bag out of an old dress and a coat hanger.

We told her how they use make dolls out of clothes pins also.

It just takes one generation for things to become unrecognizable.

That's one of the reasons we go to the farm.

After fishin' we headed to town for an Ice Cream Social at the old Methodist church.

Lots of folks on hand, getting out of the hot sun.
No one was in a hurry to leave.

Even local politicians shaking hands and campaigning.

Once again, a great day at the farm.