Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Busy Veterans weekend. . . .

Sat. morning found us first at one church, getting ready for the Christmas program.

Then it was off to the farm. . .

 Daughter on the porch of the near one hundred year old farm house. Where the grandma without the English accent grew up.
 The one with the English accent in the background.
 With her two grandma's.
Great Grandpa on the porch where he has lived for all but one year of his life. 93 or so years.















Then it was off to grandpa's old family church. . . .

 . . for the annual Harvest Fest. to raise money for the small town church.
The feast is held in the basement, seating about 75 people at a time. Probably nearly two hundred came through.
 The church was finished in the late 40's. . .
 . . . to replace this one that had burned down.
Great story; Caretaker builds fire to warm up church, young girl sees smoke coming our of the steeple, mom doesn't believe her, caretaker is afraid he will be blamed so he runs home and hides in a closet. Not found till later, after everyone fears he had died in the fire.
 Daughters Great Grandfather on the other side helped in the rebuilding of the new church and is featured in several of the photos.
 After dinner the auction starts. All donated stuff and home made goodies.
Gooseberry pies always bring the most money. I think this year it went for $75.00.
 Wife's nephew after his winning bid for banana bread.
 Daughter getting help bidding on 'survivor bracelet's.
Auctioneer gave her the hat,












Afterwards. . .

slumber party with grandma. . .












Next morning . . .

Martha's of course. . . .












. . . for a nice hot breakfast before heading home for a gymnastic birthday party.











Me with my new best friend. This guy never meets a person he doesn't like. He is a big hugger and hand-shaker.










Monday was of course Veterans Day where we started by. . .

Visiting the Vets (my dad) that are no longer with us.

















 Then off to the school to honor other Vets . . .
 . . . where we had a pancake supper where, just like fishing. . .
 . . . you had to catch your dinner.


Daughter caught most of hers. . .
 . . . as did grandma.
Dad on the wall of honor.

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