Here's Wesley; he doesn't look old enough for my great-grandfather to have cut his hair, does he?
So here's the picture we had of the house with my great-grandparents and my grandmother in front and...
...here's the house today. The town of Stromsburg has been almost totally preserved. It's a beautiful, pristine, time-frozen town. Perfection. I had to get out of the car and sit across the street for a while and try to soak in as much as I could. Imagining my grandmother and her brother running around the yard, then my mom and her sister as children visiting their grandparents running around the yard. The second story right window was the one to my grandmother's room. Mom didn't want to knock on the door so I respected that one decision but it was hard.
Sadly the barber shop is no longer there but here's where it was, now a vacant lot.
This is the house across the street from the 'rents and is our future home. Doesn't it scream Doojie? Paul is not wearing down at all so far and it's been almost a month. I was honest enough with him to let him know that I really had wanted to pull a "California" on him. If you want to review "30 Year Legacy Comes to an End" post you'll know or I can give you the cliff notes here that after I went to California "just for the summer", the first time I went to Big Sur I went home and wrote to my parents and told them I wasn't coming home. Same deal here except over the phone and I'm not 19 and single with no kids anymore ergo not the same results.
Dragging me away from Stromsburg kicking and screaming, we headed a few miles out of town to Swede Home where there used to be a small community but only a few houses are there, lots of huge farms, but also the original church where my great-grandparents and grandmother attended and across the street the cemetery where we go back several generations.
I won't bore you all 578 photos of the dead relatives but here's the Smith area. The originally named family was there too, the ones who came directly from Sweden. We spent that night in York where my great-grandfather was born. The next day we drove through Lincoln where my grandmother attended the University of Nebraska and was a Kappa Delta.
We went to the Kappa Delta house and went in but we knew it didn't look much like it had inside when she was there but the outside is the same. I realized, fully, that Matt being a Cornhusker was the perfect compromise between Texas A & M and Penn State. Paul's still not impressed...YET.