This past weekend was so much fun. I can honestly say that I don't think I've laughed that much in a long time.
Here's a short recap with some photos.
My best friend, Stefanie, agreed to go with me to see my 79 year-old Granny in a play. We did this a few years ago as well, but I will touch on that a little later.
When we got to town, we drove straight to my uncle's store. He has a nutrition store, and my dad just happened to be hanging out with him there. They are unofficial members of the Geek Squad. They both love working on computers, but other than that there isn't anything geeky about them.
After closing the store, we all went to lunch. Since we were all in town, we were all in separate vehicles. We resembled a small funeral procession as we drove to the restaurant. We were seated, girls on one side of the long table and the boys on the other, then the questions began.
Granny said, "Julie, what are you girls having?"
Me: "I don't know. Unc, what are you having."
Unc, that is what I call my uncle: "Shortbread toast and grape jelly."
As you can imagine that started a whole other conversation. And yes, that is all he ate.
Oh, and we ordered fried pickles for an appetizer. Yum! That is all I can say about that.
The girls were talking away when all of a sudden El Paso by Marty Robbins starts blaring from our table. Blaring, not playing, blaring. Our whole table erupted in laughter. Needless to say, we were quite the spectacle in that restaurant. We were the only ones that seemed to be having fun.
I always have fun with my family.
My grandparents and uncle had to attend a funeral that afternoon, so the rest of us went out to the old family farm. This is where my grandad grew up. No one has lived there for years, but as soon as we drove in the drive the memories started flooding back.
This was my great-grandparent's home. They have been gone for years, but the farm is still in the family. Thank goodness!
I was a little girl when those shingles were put on that house. This is the very first roof I'd ever stood on, and I remember it being steeper.
I'm not sure if you can make out the cast iron bathtub on the front porch or not, but that is where we staged our very own C i a l a s photo.
My mom posing for me.
We told my dad he could get in there too, but he said that he would have to take his shirt off. We told him he could keep his clothes on, and continued our stroll down memory lane.
This is the barn. Even my mom said she remembered it being bigger.
It had been 20+ years since I had been out to the farm, and it seemed like so much had changed. But then again, so much had remained the same.
My dad's first car was still there.
I don't remember what year it is, but it is a Corvair. My dad used to go pick my mom up for dates in this car. It would back fire all the way down the road. Mom used to tell us that they always knew when he was coming because of it.
Then my great uncle showed up. We had quite the little reunion. I will tell you how our photographer, Stef, caught all the smiles another time. Thank you for taking this photo, Stef. It is one of my favorites.
We headed back to my grandparent's house because it was about time for everyone to go their separate ways. The others were back from the funeral, and my grandad needed to get to the Jamboree. Dad and mom needed to get on the road, granny needed to get ready to perform, and we had to get ready to see the play.
But before everyone said their goodbyes I found something my granny had left on my bed. All of her wigs. So, we played a little. Here's one of my favorites.
Mom picked the white wig to see what she would look like when she becomes a little old lady, and we gave dad the one that was closest to his natural hair thirty years ago.
They hit the road, granny left for the playhouse, and we were off.
The play was great! Granny is, and always will be, a star.
Oh, and welcome to the family Stef! You fit right in!!