Remembering Roots

This weekend
Dan and I mark
18 years of marriage.

Last weekend
we celebrated
the fact.

We drove to his ancestral
stomping grounds to attend
a family burial
Saturday morning
followed by a
fellowship lunch
at the family lake cabin.

Then we seized
the afternoon

to explore
his family roots
further.

We started at
the threshing reunion
in the town of Dalton.

There
on the grounds

we visited

the childhood home
of Dan's mom's mom

as well as

the
Little
Red
Schoolhouse

where his
dad's cousins

studied during
their elementary
years.

In
the
schoolhouse
entry,


Dan
spotted
antiques

similar to
one his dad

used in
to carry
lunch in
his youth.

From
Dalton,
we
traveled
the road
to
Great
Grandma
Lena's
house;

stopped by the
Leaf Mountain
cemetery

(in honor of
Grandpa Roy's
Sept. 11th
birthday)

and church
where
we married;
(see first photo)

and drove

the
back
road

leading up

to
Inspiration
Peak

 
for a peek

atop

the peak.






Mid-afternoon, Aaron called Dan's cell phone to ask permission for Isaac to drive all three of our sons over to Aunt Sheila's at her spontaneous invitation to dinner and a bonfire. Dad agreed. Mom worried. "Is it wise," I asked my husband, "allowing a teenage licensed driver of just two weeks, to transport his two brothers 18 miles (30 km) across town?" Dan said, "I look at it this way: Either he can drive, or he can't."

With the boys covered under Aunt Sheila's cooking, we - the anniversary couple - stopped at the foot of Inspiration Peak to dine at our groom's dinner spot - The Peak Supper Club - and opened yet another new chapter of married life by
Remembering Roots.