Damn weather
Shane and I didn't end up going out of town for the weekend. We can't seem to cut a break with the weather. We both took this week off so that we could go to my aunt Jean's house in Missouri last weekend and then have the week to relax at home. There was freezing rain, sleet and snow last weekend here and in Missouri, so we postponed the trip to this weekend. On Wednesday evening, I called Jean to make sure all was well to start driving out there the next day. No. Bad weather on the way again. It's supposed to start snowing here on Saturday afternoon and won't stop until Sunday morning. She said they'd be getting more ice as well as snow. I didn't want to risk it, so I said we'd just plan on visiting in the spring. I felt bad. She was really looking forward to our visit. I haven't been down there in over 2 years, and Shane has never been. I was looking forward to seeing Chris and Tina and the kids, who I haven't seen in over 7 years. Oh, well. Not much to do when Old Man Winter shows up on your doorstep. Damn weather.
Instead, Shane suggested that we drive up to Marysville see his mom's grave. At first, I wasn't too thrilled with the idea of being in the car for 3 hours each way, but when I thought about it, I realized that I needed to take advantage of his suggestion before he changed his mind. See, I've been trying to get him to visit his mom's grave since he and I started dating, but he hasn't wanted to. I was really glad that he finally wanted to go.
On the drive there, I found out that it's been probably 6 years since he's been there. Marysville is where his mom grew up, and where other family members are buried, like his grandparents and a couple of uncles. His father grew up in Frankfort, which is pretty close to Marysville. His mother's family's farm is located somewhere in between. Our first stop on the way up there was the family farm. Here's the farm house where his grandparents used to live. His uncle Dale lives there now with his family.
Here is the old barn that is near the house.
When we turned the corner onto the road where the farmhouse sits, Shane said that looking left and right as far as the eye could see was the land that his mom's family owned.
Shane spent summers as a child on the farm. A lot of his growing up was done there. As we passed by the Foley farmhouse, I asked if he wanted to stop and he said no. After his mom died, he lost touch with all of his mom's family. He didn't have any "bad blood"-type reason for it, so it kinda surprised me that he hasn't spoken to any of them in many years. I'm thinking I may have to do something about that, but I haven't decided what yet.
Anyway, on we drove to Marysville to the small Catholic cemetery where his mother is buried. She died when he was 20 years old, from complications from diabetes.
I found this old picture of her from high school.
Looking at his grandparents' grave, I realized they had been married 70 years when his grandfather died.
70 years! Shane and I would have to live to be over 100 to be married that long. I asked him what kind of marriage they had, if they loved each other, and he said yes. How cool is that? Especially since some quick math told us that his grandmother was 17 and 6-months pregnant when they were married.
It was a pretty good road trip. In general, I hate being in the car for more than an hour, but this was a nice drive. I had never been to that part of the state before, so it was nice to see it. It was also nice to hear stories from Shane of his childhood. He's a man of few words and doesn't talk about it much. I hope we can up again in the spring and take Brady.
Instead, Shane suggested that we drive up to Marysville see his mom's grave. At first, I wasn't too thrilled with the idea of being in the car for 3 hours each way, but when I thought about it, I realized that I needed to take advantage of his suggestion before he changed his mind. See, I've been trying to get him to visit his mom's grave since he and I started dating, but he hasn't wanted to. I was really glad that he finally wanted to go.
On the drive there, I found out that it's been probably 6 years since he's been there. Marysville is where his mom grew up, and where other family members are buried, like his grandparents and a couple of uncles. His father grew up in Frankfort, which is pretty close to Marysville. His mother's family's farm is located somewhere in between. Our first stop on the way up there was the family farm. Here's the farm house where his grandparents used to live. His uncle Dale lives there now with his family.
Here is the old barn that is near the house.
When we turned the corner onto the road where the farmhouse sits, Shane said that looking left and right as far as the eye could see was the land that his mom's family owned.
Shane spent summers as a child on the farm. A lot of his growing up was done there. As we passed by the Foley farmhouse, I asked if he wanted to stop and he said no. After his mom died, he lost touch with all of his mom's family. He didn't have any "bad blood"-type reason for it, so it kinda surprised me that he hasn't spoken to any of them in many years. I'm thinking I may have to do something about that, but I haven't decided what yet.
Anyway, on we drove to Marysville to the small Catholic cemetery where his mother is buried. She died when he was 20 years old, from complications from diabetes.
I found this old picture of her from high school.
Looking at his grandparents' grave, I realized they had been married 70 years when his grandfather died.
70 years! Shane and I would have to live to be over 100 to be married that long. I asked him what kind of marriage they had, if they loved each other, and he said yes. How cool is that? Especially since some quick math told us that his grandmother was 17 and 6-months pregnant when they were married.
It was a pretty good road trip. In general, I hate being in the car for more than an hour, but this was a nice drive. I had never been to that part of the state before, so it was nice to see it. It was also nice to hear stories from Shane of his childhood. He's a man of few words and doesn't talk about it much. I hope we can up again in the spring and take Brady.
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