Just one more post about our summer. One more chance to remember September, 2014: the month we moved Mom off the Dorsch Family Farm. The end of an era.
Tom and I were due to return to Africa at the beginning of September, but we extended our stay in the USA for a month in order to help with the big move.
For Tom, it was a month of remembering childhood memories: building fence with his dad; feeding cattle, mowing, playing countless games of football and baseball on the big buffalo grass front yard with his brothers, friends and neighbors, burning thistles, etc.
He loved the cooler, fall weather, the wide open spaces, being out of doors, and working in the yard he'd mowed so many times as a boy.
He sorted through several tool sheds and organized a myriad of tools to be divided between the brothers.
Tonka trucks. Piles of them. So well used by a couple of generations of happy boys building dams and farms in the ditches. The trucks were a bit rusty, some paint peeled off, a few dents and scratches, but the levers still lifted the truck beds and the wheels still turned. Amazing. Good for another generation. Stashed away in the loft of an old garage was the old rocking horse that gave countless hours of "bucking" to four little guys. (Sorry, no picture.)
There was yard work to do, piles of trees to be burned... My "Pyro" was happy.
The Newlyweds came up to help for a day.
And taking time for a Sunday afternoon game of Scrabble.
While Tom worked outside, I cleaned out closets and drawers and cupboards inside the house and garage. I brought the "piles" to Mom to sort through--she had the hard job: what to keep, what to give away.
We discovered fun keepsakes: she insisted this was one of her favorite hats "back then" and she had looked so stylish with a coat that matched.
I preferred the saucy little red one!
I loved hearing the stories about dishes and doilies and other delightful treasures we found.
We got to eat a couple of times in the Bird City Diner.
Great food and in true small town fashion, our lunch time conversation included everyone else who happened to be eating there! Mom's move off the farm was big news in Bird City.
We worshiped at Mom's church in the neighboring town of McDonald.
Then the big weekend came. The "keep or get rid of" decisions had been made and the boxes were packed. Tom's 2 brothers and a sister-in-law arrived for The Move.
Everyone was exhausted by the move, but the weekend wouldn't have been quite complete without a game of pinochle between mom and her boys.
The furniture in place, the beds made and a new chapter begins.
Thanks, Cousin Sarah, for the great visit. Come again!