Nancy and I drove down to Kenosha to visit our aunt and uncle. There was lots of traffic and we wouldn’t have made it if I had been driving. Good job, Nancy. (To be clear – I wouldn’t have crashed – I would just have gotten off the road for custard and given up.) We spent a nice afternoon visiting – my uncle always has a story and I enjoyed hearing him tell a few. Both of their granddaughters were there, helping out. Their dog, Lucy, came home from having some surgery. She had a cone, which is just confusing for everyone.
When we got back to Waukesha, we parked in front of the house where we grew up and went for a walk around the block. We said, “Who lived there!?” a LOT. It was great fun. We’ve both driven past the old house, but neither of us had ever gotten out before. Our house was green when we lived there, but it is brown now. Most of the neighborhood looks the same, except leafier. It was a nice stroll around memory lane (actually Dixie Dr. to School Dr. to Chapman Dr. to Green Valley Dr. All drives. That’s boring).
We stopped by the cemetery to say hi to Mom and Dad. Nancy watered plants and I scrubbed lichen (or some little things that had grown) off from friends’ headstone with little sticks. It didn’t seem right that you couldn’t read their names. I said hi to everyone. Nancy told Mom and Dad about the reunion and that Daddy’s brother, Don, died a few weeks ago. I said they already knew, if they were gonna know.
It sounds like a lovely day down memory lane ( or drive….)
Absolutely was!