In remembrance of my Dad and our special drives in the country, I did just that... a drive in the country!
3 years ago on October 29th my Dad was called to his eternal home.
We took many drives together, especially in his later years! I loved our fall drive to check on the corn and see the farmers working in the fields. Driving through the bluffs of SE Minnesota near Iowa's north border is where dad called "home", God's country, the farms and land of my people.
One of my favorite photo's of Dad and I is not about our faces,
the resemblance is in our hands. I have my dad's hands...I love that.
Many of these photos have been in prior blog posts, they are my favorites and make me think of times with my dad (so bear with me)
Bucksnort dam was always our second stop...
Right after "Cabin Coffee" in Chatfield. Coffee and sweets were dads go-to right up to the end.
Dad would have said, "it's been a good year for the corn". I dont know how he knew but he did. I pulled over in the stretch of gravel road to watch the combine in action. They are often in a plume of dust, you can see it if you look close.
The Storlie School house that my dad attended as a child! It is now someones residence and only .1 miles from my Great grandfathers farm (that is no more)
The road signs to Great-grandpa Andrews farm...
It's a dead end, minimally maintained road! The sign reads, "Travel at your own risk".
I've seen it in worse condition.
I took this photo years ago, my Dad in his 80's walking the farm field of his childhoodThis gravel road leads to the Farm my Grandpa Alfred owned.
and there it is, except all the old buildings have been torn down. The buildings are rebuilt, and ironically enough the old windmill to Grandpa Alfreds barn still stands... It's down near the bottom left o fthe photo.
Close up
The cute old sign pointing to Scheie Church
I struggled a bit to find all of our favorite spots, but I think Dad was giving me a sense of direction because I did ok. I still wish he was sitting next to me, talking about when he was a boy, and taking me to other sites that are now only in my memory.
I talked to dad while I drove, I thanked him for sharing his life with me, for sharing our family roots, and for loving our family.
Lots of farm machinery on the roads and in the fields. Dad, I think the farmers had a good year.
Last stop on the way home was Stewartville where my dad was laid to rest. He was so proud of the little bench that he and mom chose as a part of the design to their headstone. I sat there and remembered our little road trips to God's country. Thanks dad for spending time with me and sharing your family history. I'm trying my best to remember how to get places on those back country roads where they all look alike.
Ok...a photo of our faces, some say I resemble him
