Thurs., August 20, 1936 - Went to town for Old Settlers Picnic. Had dinner up home. Rained good about 6:00 this evening. We were home by 12:00.
Fri., August 21, 1936 - Howard went over to the folks this afternoon and they dug silo. I washed up the dishes for Raymond.
I cannot begin to imagine how much digging would be involved to install a silo. Big around, and I imagine fairly deep to be sure the darned thing would stay put in a high wind.
How interesting that Old Settlers should pop up, given that the weekend before last was our every-three-year family reunion. Grandma and Grandpa both would have really enjoyed it. For the first time, I believe, our branch of the family tree was represented via the youngest in attendance; Tanner was 5 weeks old over that weekend. The number 17 on his onesie says that he is the 17th Iversen born here, from Peter and Maggie's children to Tanner.
As usual, I talked too much to the people I see often and not enough with the people I do not see so much. Lots of Aunt Helen's family came back for the interment of Uncle John's ashes. It was a nice service. I learned quite a bit I did not know about Uncle John when the minister read his obituary. For example, I had no idea he played in the band for Truman's inauguration. How cool is that?
In all, a great reunion -- lots of people said so. And as I said, Grandma and Grandpa would have enjoyed it, probably even more so than some.
No comments:
Post a Comment