June 17, 2017, Saturday
We woke up at 6 a.m. this morning and headed out by 7 a.m. to have breakfast with Dad. We were all hungry and enjoyed the bacon and eggs and the trimmings. We spent time in the morning with Dad and my brother David drove in and we played a couple games of rummy Dad’s favorite game. He beat us as usual.
We headed out to local truck stop to eat and Dad had his chicken with the trimmings. Then, our nephew Mike and his two kids arrived and back to the card table. Lots of fun.
When everyone left about 4 p.m., Lib and I drove out to our farm(40 acres of land split among Dad’s four children) and saw how farming can be a gamble. The corn and soy beans had been planted and were thriving and then came along a hail storm that stripped the crop nearly to the bare ground. Some will have to be replanted and others should make a comeback. The farmhouse where I grew up in has been vacant for many years and the hail/windstorm blew two trees down on the house. Sad looking site.
We then headed over to the where my mom is buried in the family plot. Generations of the Grussing’s are buried at a rural church and its old cemetery among the corn fields. The rain was falling and the area was green and rich with crops and our memories.
We finished off the day having dinner with Dad and talking about the past.