A fantabulous 4th of July holiday weekend!

Oh my goodness!  This one will go down in to the memory banks.

I had such a great weekend with my family.  Saturday night was spent at my sister’s house.  My brother Ron and his wife were in town doing some electrical work for Peggy and were staying overnight.  So Peg had me and Tom, my brother Terry and wife Marna, and Yentz (sp), a German co-worker from Bremen over for supper.  What a great time we had!!   Laughing and joking around, drinking a little, eating a lot!  It was wonderful!!.   We stayed way past my bedtime though. 

I was so tired on Sunday morning, but NOT too tired to accept another invitation for brunch at my sisters house!  (hehehe)

Peggy, Ron, Pearl and I had a scrumptious breakfast (thank you Peggy!), and then headed out for a drive around the hometown area.  We stopped down at the cemetary to visit the graves of Mom, Dad, and Earl (a few tears were shed there).  We then headed out on the back roads of the countryside – testing our memories on “who lived there?”  or “didn’t that used to be ‘so-and-so’s’ place”?.  All the while telling stories on what happened on those backroads.   No worries Peg and Ron, what was said in the car STAYS in the car!  J  Of course, us being Schulzs, we had a cooler of drinks (OK, some beer!) with us to help alleviate the thirst because of how hot it was outside.  J J

Next stop was Mom and Dad’s place. We cried when we stopped in at the home place.  Silence filled the car as we looked at nothing but a corn field.  There was nothing to even indicate that there was once a thriving farm there; nothing except a small remnant of driveway and our memories.  It all flooded back to the front of my mind like it was just yesterday.  Family picnics, sleding down the snowpile, Dad walking across the yard to the house, Mom playing piano and tending to her beautiful flower gardens, kids (grandchildren) playing on the lawn, Terry riding horse,….. brings a lump to my throat even now just typing this.  Good times, great memories!

We proceeded to Terry and Marna’s home from there.  They weren’t home, but we didn’t mind.  We raided their beer supply and sat on their patio enjoying the solitude and discussing anything and everything that came to mind.  We decided to leave a little calling card for them and stacked the empy beer cans and wine coolers by their front door.   Wasn’t much of a calling card as I had left a message earlier on their phone telling them we were going to be in the area.  Brother Terry said he knew immediately who it was, even before hearing the voice message!  (I need to seriously work on my M.O!).

By the time it was all said and done, this weekend was a BLAST! And I’ll treasure the time spent with my family!!

Sherry