I love to hear the "stories"...

The older I get the more I enjoy learning about my parents and their childhoods. 

I want details on where they lived, life on the farm, what schools they went to

 and what they did for fun.

 I love hearing stories about distant family members, some I've met briefly (maybe once) 

some I've never met, but I still love hearing the stories!

At least once a year I go road-trippin with my mom, and then my dad. 

Both grew up on farms, mom near West Concord, dad near Mabel-Canton.

I have fond memories of playing at Grandma's farm in West Concord. 

Sadly I never met my Grandpa Lee, ( he died before I was born)

 My mom speaks fondly of her dad, I think she was his favorite :) 

 Wednesday, mom and I left Rochester for our annual flower-buying trip. 

This year it was to Donahue's in Fairbault.

 I love to get off the main roads and travel "off the beaten path" country roads. 

As we drove along I got a play-by-play of who lived at the farms we passed 

on the way from West Concord to Kenyon.

As we came up to this farmstead mom casually says, "There's the farm where I lived off and on before I went to school, I spent a lot of time with my aunt and uncle, May & Grover".

I said, "WHAT!!!, this farm right here". 

So I slowed way down to gawk, it was then we saw my mom's 

95 year old cousin Bob out on his riding lawn mower.

We pulled in the driveway and Bob stopped the mower to greet us. 

He knew my mom right away.

 I had met Bob many years ago at a family reunion,

 I don't think he remembered me, but I knew him.

My grandpa Lee and Bob's mom Edna were sister's, the other sister May, was the one my mom lived with when they owned this farm. Bob has lived here for many years ( his wife died years ago).

He was quick to invite us in... I was thrilled to say the least! 

One of the first things I noticed was the string of Christmas card still hanging on the wall,

obviously they mean a lot to him.

A copy of the first tractor Bob owned (courtesy of his son)

My mom points out the window toward the silo about 100 yards from the farm house.

She tell the story of standing at this very window as a little girl,

 watching the silo fall towards the house during a bad storm. 

 Bob points to old photo's of family members that adorned his walls.

My favorite part of the visit..... sitting with Bob (my first cousin, once-removed)

hearing stories about my grandpa Lee and great-grandpa John

Bob thought highly of his Uncle Lee (my grandpa)

 Bob is the oldest cousin, Mom more than 20 years younger  :)

 Saying good bye...  Such a neat man, I could have sat with him all day,

oh the stories he could tell.

The Farm, with the rebuilt silo 

The empty corn crib, overgrown with vines.

Tell me. 

Do you have those folks in your life that you just want to sit with and hear the stories....