Webster School is Dead To Me

On one of our last days in North Dakota, we went to the old country school that my grandmother attended for a few years and the old building was beautiful, if not gorgeous. My grandma’s sister was also her first grade teacher, can you imagine that?  The school is now privately owned by a family and we were lucky enough to get to  wander through the beautifully restored building. Maggie got to enjoy some toys that belonged to a baby that sometimes lives there.  But for all it’s glory, Webster School is dead to me.

We got to sift through some old school records that held many names that my grandma recognized, it was pretty amazing. Eventually Phil scooped Maggie up and took her outside to point at things…and that was all fine and dandy. At that point I still loved the school like a distant family member.

And then we posed for pictures…..

Then Maggie posed for some pictures alone, a few steps up from the bottom of the stairs and took a nosedive onto cement, thus making the worst sound in the history of heads hitting cement.

And that, my friends, is why Webster School is dead to me.

A Picnic in Devils Lake

I feel like if I don’t sit down immediately to document an event, I tend to move onwards and upwards quickly. As I look at these pictures of our picnic in Devils Lake I can’t help but wish I would have written down things that aren’t obvious in the pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now that we’re back in the saddle again, so to speak, and doing things like swimming lessons and story time, it makes our trip to North Dakota seem all the more surreal and far away. I have no doubt that Maggie has wondered where all her peeps went and I certainly miss everyone too. I think next time we check into a hotel, Maggie is going to go knocking on a bunch of different doors to see if she can find all her family members that were our “neighbors” these past two weeks.

It was great to see Phil and Izak both with Maggie, Phil taking her into his arms to explore and point to her heart’s content.  Both my brothers are so tender with her in very different ways, Izak still a bit unsure about handling a munchkin. Either way, they both love on her and that’s what matters most.

Anyhow, nearly 65 Elvrums met up at a park to eat potato salad, play horse shoes and try to make connections to where on the Elvrum Family Tree we’re connected. All of my grandfather’s siblings were there and I believe all of his first cousins. I joked to Barry on the phone that if he listened carefully he might have been able to hear us all. We’re just not a quiet group of people.

It was super sweet to see my grandparents be reunited with some of the people that they grew up with, telling stories and smiling from ear to ear. It made me wonder what I’ll be doing in another 50 years and what stories will carry my friends, family and me into old age. Will the stories get better with age? More detailed?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who really knows. Maybe some of our North Dakota shenanigans will be talked about. Glendive, anyone? All I can say is that the day in the park, eating pounds of potato salad, was simply marvelous, mostly because we weren’t driving and my grandparents were extremely happy. By the time Maggie and I went back to our hotel room we looked like we’d rolled in the sandy part of the volleyball court and we took a shared bath, scrubbing away all the dirt and grime.

Later, when we all were sharing what our favorite moments from the trip were, my grandpa said that what enjoyed most was sitting around after the picnic with his brothers and cousins telling old stories. I wish I would have gotten a picture of it, but just hearing about it will have to do.

Home on the Range

We’re home!! It was the sweetest of reunions when we finally got to see Barry. He wasn’t home when we pulled into the driveway and by the time he came through the door, Maggie was just getting out of the bath. (You see, we had a bit of a Puke Problem on the last driving day leaving, her sticky and stinky and needing a bath badly.) After a quick moment of staring one another down, Barry grabbed Mags and they had a hug-fest for about ten minutes.

After I pulled myself up from being a puddle on the ground, I snapped a quick shot of their reunion. That girl loves her dad. For the remainder of the night, Maggie made sure that Barry was watching her every move and was never far from his reach. Our house is humming again with noise and Barry and Syd are pleased about our return. It seems like a long time ago that we started our trip. I’ve still got a ton of photos to share and plenty of stories to fill the space between….but first I need to unpack and smooch on Barry a bit.

It is safe to say that unpacking is a bit of a joke with a toddler that enjoys emptying things and a Pug that loves to steal dirty clothes. At least we can laugh about it, because both Maggie and Sydney sure are firecrackers when they get together. The Dynamic Duo together again!!!

I’m so glad we’re home.

What I may or may not be doing while I should be unpacking: