harvesting the water of the ancestors
we paid our respects to the ancestral burial grounds while in nebraska.
#1 son picked out an area as his final resting spot and did a song and dance.
"it's not depressing, because I'm, gonna die with a smile on my face". watch out ancestors! there's an entertainer in the mix!
conversation I overheard while at the family cemetery:
#1 son: were any of our ancestors involved in the civil war?
my mom: none of us had arrived here at that time.
#1 son: what about the first or second world war?
my mom: I guess you could say they were involved in the second world war.
#1 son: in what way?
my mom: they were in the concentration camps
we spent our final Nebraska day at the farm of my aunt and uncle. they were celebrating their 40th anniversary.
I even drank a Busch Lite. I had to explain that Austin is not near Moore OK and we did not suffer any tornado damage. I also came to realize that the term "stay home dad" is something foreign up that way. it inspired the notion that I home schooled. our whole family life and configuration seemed to be confusing for the nebraska relatives.