I haven’t been to see the farm where my grandfather grew up in about 20 years. As most of you know, my grandfather and I were super close. The last few years of his life we spent riding horses each weekend and he would tell me stories of his life growing up on the farm in Iowa. I cherished those stories, but to see the family farm again meant so much to me.
As soon as we stepped out of the car at my great aunt Bonnie’s house, the tears started flowing. I felt like he was there, and it was the first time I felt like he was around in along time. I miss his so much so it felt so good to feel close to him again. He’s been gone for over ten years, but it still feels like it was yesterday.
My cousin Stu took us around the farm and showed us his cattle, the prairie land, and told us stories about the barn and how my great great grandparents built the barn; they had the lumber shipped in from Missouri. I don’t know why I love learning about history so much, but it just makes me feel like I know my family even better.
It was special getting to visit with my Great Aunt and cousin. Unfortunately we lost them both to COVID earlier this year. It was so sad to hear the news. They were really the only family that we have left in the area. I’m so thankful that we were able to spend that time with them. It meant so much and to getting to meet Stu’s wife, Jeanne.
Here are some pictures from my great grandparents farm in Iowa.