Another Crazy Month

A few weeks ago, the girls, Tiff and I went on another daytrip.  It was a surprise because I did not know where we were going.

I had told Tiff several months ago that I would like to take a trip to Tahlequah to the cemetery which is where my grandparents are buried.  I hadn't been there in a long time.

So, that's where we went.

We visited the graves and talked about how she would have loved my grandmother - Nana.  I never really knew my granddad because he passed away a few months after I was born.  He was a full blood Cherokee Indian.  He had an interesting life which I will share with you sometime.

My Nana lived with my sisters, my Mom and Dad.  She was the sweetest person.  She was very artistic and could do anything with her hands.  She crocheted, sewed and on and on. I still have her old treadle sewing machine.  I remember that after Christmas, she would start making these gorgeous flowers out of crepe paper.  They were so realistic.  She then dipped them in paraffin and made bouquets out of them for the cemetery for Memorial Day.  So, it was sweet memories to go there and I am thankful to Tiff for her always wanting to do something that pleases, surprises and delights me.

My great Aunt lived a block or so off of Maine Street and right across the street from her was a beautiful stream from the Illinois River.  I remember when we were little, we'd go over there and play in the babbling brook (that was way back when kids could do things like that - unafraid and no fear).  

Of course, my Aunt's house is no longer there but we went over to the creek and the girls had a fabulous time playing in the water.  It wasn't over 12" deep.  There was no one around and lots of shade and benches to sit on.  They had a great time and can't wait to go back.  

Last Sunday was Laynee's 9th birthday!!  So hard to believe.  Because the girls (especially Kaycee) are still being quarantined, we had a drive by party which was fun.  We had a good group of cars drive by and honk their horns and wave even a big red fire truck. I stopped by the nearby fire station and ask if they could do that and they were so kind and said gladly as long as they didn't get called out on a job.

Tomorrow is Father's Day and how I miss my Dad.  This pencil sketch was taken of him when he was in the Army during the war.  He was in Italy and there was an artist at a sidewalk cafe during these and he had one made and sent home to Mom and me.  It's wrinkled and worn but I had it framed and still love it.  Happy Father's Day Dad!  He was such a good Dad to us girls, Mom and Nana.  He lived in a house full of women for sure and never complained.  Plus, did I mention how good looking he was??

Enjoy!

Judy