On our way home from the camping trip we spent the night at Amy's/Grandma Nelson's. We should have planned better, because we missed the parade and rodeo by a day, but we had a lot of fun anyway. I decided to take a walk up to the cemetary to visit Grandpa Nelson's grave. All of the kids except Skyelynn and Audrey wanted to come with me and I was happy for the company.
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As purdy as that hat looks, something tells me Grandpa wouldn't wear it.
As purdy as that hat looks, something tells me Grandpa wouldn't wear it.
3 comments:
Did any fall overboard or did you make it back with all of them - and the bike? Glad you didn't decide you didn't want to walk either! Then who would've pushed the wagon?
I am glad you gat a shot of that! So I didn't realize that was the hat you were talking about-that one was actually originally on Grandma Greats and there was a cowboy hat on Grandpa's
I guess someone decided they liked Grandpa's hat. This one is staked to the ground so it's not blowing away soon.
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