Just before sundown we drove out to walk around nostalgically on the ground my grandparents raised their family on. What a surge of memoriesand emotions! We got a few photos (I will updateand add those as soon as I get them transferred from my camera) of the homestead in the dwindling daylight. 
This road means holding your breath while standin the seat of daddy’s truck, he looks at you and takes his hands off the wheel yelling “weeeeee!!”While at the same time throwing his right arm across your middle, you lean forward into the weekend rollercoaster ride to grandma’s house and giggle uncontrollably. If I ever need to “think a happy thought” for the pixie dust to work- that will probably be the one!
The sight of this driveway brings back so many happy memories...there were a few more trees inthe row, including one with long swooping branches, the kind us kids used to straddle like a horse and swing on for hours into the long summer evenings.
The farm is still in the family and my uncle-and cousin have done a great job fixing everything up- but nothing beats standing behind where my grandparents house and the trailer that was my first home once stood and gazing at the acres of homestead that I remember being full of so much love and childhood laughter.
Early to bed and early to rise again- but had a nice cup of coffee and a bit of chat before we headed out of town. We also made a stop to say Happy Mother’s Day to my grandmother at the local cemetery.
Now off toward Albuquerque on Route 66!
This road means holding your breath while standin the seat of daddy’s truck, he looks at you and takes his hands off the wheel yelling “weeeeee!!”While at the same time throwing his right arm across your middle, you lean forward into the weekend rollercoaster ride to grandma’s house and giggle uncontrollably. If I ever need to “think a happy thought” for the pixie dust to work- that will probably be the one!
The sight of this driveway brings back so many happy memories...there were a few more trees inthe row, including one with long swooping branches, the kind us kids used to straddle like a horse and swing on for hours into the long summer evenings.
The farm is still in the family and my uncle-and cousin have done a great job fixing everything up- but nothing beats standing behind where my grandparents house and the trailer that was my first home once stood and gazing at the acres of homestead that I remember being full of so much love and childhood laughter.
Early to bed and early to rise again- but had a nice cup of coffee and a bit of chat before we headed out of town. We also made a stop to say Happy Mother’s Day to my grandmother at the local cemetery.
Now off toward Albuquerque on Route 66!
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