...and no picture!

   The Little House brings me several gifts. Its proximity to Joanne's grave is one of those gifts. A place to share with family is another as I experience with Lisa this weekend. Connection with family is still another. Last night ten of us gathered for dinner at a venue in Brookings. There were four in my generation and six in the next. Convening the troops has fallen to me and yesterday I recruited my niece, Nancy, to assist. There was lively conversation, many laughs and good food BUT no pictures were taken!
   In today's economy, with the ubiquitous smart phone camera, one wonders if the event actually happened without a picture to record it?  No shots of plates of food, no pics uploaded to Facebook, nothing posted on any site...was it real? Not even a selfie nor a pose of the table by the waitress...obviously we aren't with it.

  Don Evenson commented on my post last night. The cemetery where Joanne is buried is ringed with a beautiful row of fir trees. They replace a row of ponderosa pine which were planted about 1900 and aged out. Don's father, the late Harold Evenson and the late Charles Langum planted the fir and faithfully watered them until they were well established. It was a labor of love as they were working as volunteers and I'm deeply grateful to them  Both Harold and Charles are now buried in the cemetery on which they worked so hard.


Takk for alt,

Al

Notice the trees in the background which circle the cemetery.