I write. I see the wall of looming difficulties before me. I cower in a corner for years and obsess about some other hobby. But God reminded me as I read this, that I need to be waiting, too. Waiting and building and improving myself. Ugh. I hate waiting. (Think Inigo Montoya in the Princess Bride.)
So, I was given an advanced reading copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. And honestly? I loved it! I love fairy tales, and I love Christian fiction. This was a combination! Just when you think you know what happens because the story is familiar, you don’t. And then when you are expecting to read the boring parts of the story you already know, you get so excited that you want it to just keep going and going! Joanna Alonzo has done some fantastic writing, and her rendition is absolutely beautiful. I HIGHLY recommend this book to anyone who likes to read, lol. Classic fairytale. Modern day. Christian fiction. And, like all good Christian fiction stories, you close the book with a lesson ringing in your head. Yeah, a lot of things keep making me think of this book after I read it. That means it was awesome!
I believe this book will be available for preorder on December 5, 2016. Here is a link to the website or author, Joanna Alonzo. Since reading this, Joanna and I have struck a friendship. How can I love someone’s work and not want to be their friend? So, check out this awesome book that my friend Joanna wrote!
Happy reading, friends!
I am not like other pregnant women. I have MS, and I am recovering from a few relapses that swiped me down. So, I have decisions to make. Always, planning ahead further than I used to, for sure. Where am I going today? Will I be by myself? Will there be any person or device to help me out if I need it? How much walking will I have to do? How exhausted will I be when I return? Will there still be things I need to do right away, like bring in the groceries? Being pregnant, I have realized how much like other pregnant women I am not. Will I be able to breastfeed? I have no idea. It depends on how my MS will treat me the rest of my pregnancy, and how it will treat me during and after delivery. When I go back on my MS medicine, I will not be able to breastfeed. After my little girl is born, how much energy will I have left to do things with her? Better make sure a Pak-n-Play is on the registry for when she gets big enough to move around. How will I be able to keep up with her, if I have troubles moving myself?
The unknowns shower upon me daily, but I don’t want to worry. Yes, I want more kids. But going off and on my MS medicine isn’t good, either. There are so many things that I am unable to do currently, that I may or may not be able to do after baby is born. I just won’t know until the time comes. Oh, I did as much research as I could about pregnancy before my husband and I even considered it. That super-far-ahead, planning in advance? That’s just part of life. But no two women are the same. Actually, most of my research suggested that by this time, my body would have overridden the MS and I shouldn’t be having so many problems. Women I’d talked to who had MS and had been pregnant told me they had never felt better than when they were carrying their child.
But I will sacrifice for my children, always. I treasure carrying this baby girl for all the same reasons other women treasure pregnancy. I am so excited to start feeling movement and to finally meet her! Yes, we are in med school. That is why I wanted to start a family now—in residency, I won’t see Doug much, and I know that right now is the time he can be around when I need him. When he starts his actual job after residency is over, I may not see much of him then, either. So I treasure this time. Us both being awake at the same time of the day so we can talk together or cook together.
In January, after my really bad relapse, I went up north to live with my parents. It killed me, being away from Doug and my friends. But I had a goal: get strong enough to come back to KY, because I AM going to have the baby there so I can be with Doug. My parents let me come back after I could take care of myself again and I was doing better. About a week after I’d been home, I had another relapse, set off by a UTI. And I caught it super early, especially compared to my relapse in January. I can still take care of myself, and it feels oh-so-good to be home! As I set up doctors’ appointments to help me get better now and for baby in the future, I keep taking little steps to get where I need to be. I am not very mobile on my own, but that will quickly change!
Matthew 6:25-34 has become a theme verse of mine over the years:
25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
No, this does not take away my worry. I haven’t felt baby move yet—how well can I feel down there? Will I be able to feel her move before she really starts kicking? I’ve been told that even women who are paralyzed are able to deliver naturally, and that put some fears at rest. Also, probably like other new moms, I have no idea what I’ll need for baby. I’ve started a baby registry and all that, but in reality, I have no stinkin’ clue, nor do I have brand preferences (there’s a diaper pail? Different from a garbage? And HOW many different brands am I supposed to choose from?)
What is worry, anyway? Is it simply fear? Because yes, I’m terrified. But I’m also excited for this new chapter in life. My med-student husband (read: is learning the worst case scenario for everything possible) says he’ll be glad when I’m not pregnant. But I’m going to miss it. I’m only 21 weeks, so still 4 months to go. I say, on with the adventure! God will take care of me. He has proven it true over and over again.
I really enjoyed writing the series “It’s a Love Story.” And Dr. Wile E. Coyote loved reading it, too. He thought it was pretty cool to remember back and to hear things from my perspective. I figured now, the first post after that wonderful series, I’d write about being married. I am a pretty great wife, if I do say so myself. Allow me to boost up my self-esteem:
I never liked cooking. It was annoying, and I didn’t have patience for it. But I can follow directions. Now? I have time and my husband eats what I make for dinner or supper (yes, the meals are dinner and supper here, too!). I have done crock pot meals, I have tried recipes given to me by family as just recipes or cookbooks, even. I really like the cookbook given to me by my mother-in-law, and I already knew a few recipes my own mother has made. I learn by observation, apparently. And friends and family are quick to reply when I text them asking for a recipe. “What’s that stir fry sauce you made that one time?” or “Ground meat sloppy joe recipe, GO!” And then I write it down on an index card so that I don’t have to ask again. I’m also getting really good at meal planning. I am so proud of myself that I wanted to share it all with you guys! (You “guys.” I so am from Minnesota. I even regularly use phrases like “uff da” and tell people that I’m “not too bad.” Dr. Coyote is so from Wisconsin, too. “You know,” is a phrase that has always and may forever be in most of his speech. 🙂 Also, we have a lot of cheese in our little apartment. And freezer, so if we run out, we won’t have to wait for the next trip to the grocery store. I’m not a fan of shopping.)
Because I work in the afternoons, I have my mornings, typically. I have been impressed with my laundry habits. I see laundry as annoying. And, our first month here, Dr. Wile E. Coyote did laundry, because it relaxes him or something. I’ve been doing laundry more! And when I’m bored (but seriously—am I ever bored?) I look for things to put in the washing machine or something. I guess I like doing things so that I feel like I have been productive with my time. Taking out the garbage? Cooking a meal? But then Dr. Coyote comes home and tells me to sit. Yeah, he knows me. That I’ll push myself so I feel more “productive.” Why is that? I’m also more productive in the hour or two or three before the Student comes home. I don’t get it either. Anyway, I’m boosting my self-esteem.
This place is decorated fabulously. I know that’s done and over with, because we’ve been here a few months, but I am so proud of it! We don’t have much space, but I have been utilizing the space we do have and using my creativity for storage. I am always so excited to have someone over so I can give them a tour! Friends, though there isn’t too much to do around here, and Pikeville, KY is not conveniently on the way to anything, we’d love visitors. There are 3 or 4 hotels in this town, because all Dr. Coyote and I have for company is an air mattress. But you’re welcome! (Seriously, we do have an air mattress….just saying.)
Alright, I’m done tooting my horn. Want to hear about Dr. Wile E. Coyote being a good husband? Well, because we’re newlyweds, he’s good at it. That’s his excuse right now. At the male Sunday school class he’s a part of, he prefaces things with, “Well, I’m a newlywed, but….” Etc. I tell the girls in my own Sunday school class things, and they tell me that Doug may be the guy who all the others are like, “Stop! You’re making us look bad!” But I digress. I think Dr. Coyote is good at being a husband in general, newlywed or not.
Dr. Wile E. Coyote, though not always good at surprises, loves surprising me. We do the dishes together every night (mostly because it’s time that we get to talk with each other, no matter how the day went), but sometimes I’ll come home to find the dishes done. Or something else around the house cleaned or picked up. Also, folding laundry does relax the student doc. I will do laundry, yes, but I’ll let him fold it. And he likes that. Sometimes he cooks for me. I do a lot of the cooking and meal planning around here, but he is really good at whipping things together that taste well together. (We’re both adventurous to trying new things together.)
The best part about Dr. Coyote being a husband, though, is the way he cares for me. A year ago, we were both like, “This is too good to be true! Something’s gonna happen.” And something did happen, that made the “too good” feeling even better. Being married is having someone who cares for you and puts your needs before their own. Now, it doesn’t always happen like that, and I am continually surprised when Dr. Coyote notices me getting tired or beginning to push myself. I’m surprised when he tells me that I am talented and affirms me and encourages me. My love language is words of affirmation and physical touch, and he loves me in that way so often that I’m surprised. He “senses” when I need a hug and asks if something is wrong when he “feels a disturbance in the force.” That has never happened to me before, nor did I ever expect it. But I love it. He talks me up to his friends and brags about my cooking (which has been getting better and better). Oh, how I love this husband of mine!
I wanted to tell you all more about our lives here. About being a wife and having a husband. Because I know I would love to write so many letters but would be telling you all the same thing! I know I’ve said in previous blogs that Dr. Wile E. Coyote and I have been blessed, and that we totally see God’s hand here. But it’s true and worth saying again. Because the family I’ve made at our church? I have so many friends and prayer support at Trinity Harvest! There is this Facebook group for the women of the church, and we post prayer requests and praises, ask questions of other women, and just move fellowship to social media, also. I love it. And my job? I am still in awe that Dwain held it for me until I got here. My goal is to be irreplaceable, and I now have five students. That’s a low number to me at the moment; me who would love to be giving four or five lessons a day. But the Lord knows when I’ll be able to handle it, and I trust him (even though I pray for more students almost daily).
This is just an update, I guess, because we have so many friends and family everywhere that are wondering how we’re doing. We are doing well, my friends, and I feel so loved every time I hear from somebody else!
Love from the newlywed that is expecting to stay in the honeymoon phase for a lot longer,
Anna E. Meyer
The Monday of wedding week, I had one more trip to Sioux Falls to make. I needed to make sure everything of mine was out of my apartment. I needed to pick up the silk flowers that had been made there. I needed to pick up my brace, which should be working! So my mom and I went to Sioux Falls and took care of business. I had been doing physical therapy the month of June, as well, so that finished up.
Fast forward to Wednesday: Dr. Wile E. Coyote and Beth came. Dr. Coyote with the minimal of things he needed for two-ish weeks.
Thursday: Laura threw me an awesome bachelorette party, with lunch at my favorite place in Marshall, a scavenger hunt, ice cream, and mani/pedis. I give her the award for best MOH. My roommates threw me a bachelorette a few weeks earlier. That included tie-die, alcohol, and “the friends game.” That was fun, as well, just me and them! I have been missing out on so much of this story. I digress. That night, we took a family photo for the church directory. We were like, “Wedding this weekend– we just need one picture for the directory, because we won’t be buying any.”
Friday: We finished packing up a U-Haul of all my stuff before Jim and Karen (parental in-laws) came! I also finished packing about that time, and for the first time, was starting to get stressed. About moving. I wasn’t really stressed about the wedding or anything. I also met the three groomsmen for the first time! I had talked with them all on Facebook, but I met them in person! I met Matt first, and then I met Kyle and new wife Maddy, as well as Billy, right before the rehearsal began. Fun stuff. The rehearsal dinner was awesome! I think everyone just had a grand ole time. Jim’s speech was great (though really, I don’t remember it all anymore), dinner was awesome, and Karen did a marvelous job getting everything together! The guys had the bachelor party that night, because it was the first time they’d all been together in a long while. I think they went bowling, and invited some other males that were already in hotels and such. Sounds like they had fun, anyway!
Saturday: Princess Day. 8am, hair done. Emily and Megan brought coffee and bagels. Then us girls headed to the church, Laura and I stopping by home on the way. The day really wasn’t rushed or anything! My make-up was done by my sisters, mom pressed our dresses, and Karen had ordered a party sub for the wedding party so that we could eat. I loved seeing people there in between pictures and going downstairs before the service. Let me tell you about the music at my wedding, because it could not be typical. I am Anna—the music-obsessed percussionist who had just graduated college and had friends and family who are very musical that I took advantage of!
Prelude: Piano music, hymns, mostly, by my former piano teacher (who also played the organ throughout the service)
Processional for Wedding Party: Dr. John Pennington on the vibes, and his wife Mary, played “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring.”
Bridal Processional: Organ, “Ode to Joy”
As soon as I got up there, the congregation sand “Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee.”
Between readings, my “foreign-exchange-sister” from Germany sang “Love Never Fails” by Brandon Heath. She actually couldn’t be there, so it was a recording, but she and a friend did it in Germany and then sent us the mp3.
After the readings and before the message, the congregation sang “Love Divine” because the words fit with the readings.
While we were braiding the cord of three strands (instead of a unity candle), Viktoria (the foreign-exchange-sister who isn’t actually my sister but might as well be) sang “God Gave Me You.”
“The Lord’s Prayer”, with the organ, a flute (played by one of my good friends from college), and the baritone voice of my cousin, Luke.
Recessional: Organ, “The Halleluiah Chorus.”
As we were walking out of the church, Luke (who has the great voice), was playing the theme from “The 1812 Overature” on his cello, which I didn’t know he was going to do! He and Dr. Wile E. Coyote planned that all by themselves.
And can I continue talking about surprises of the day? I had a banner made that said “Doug and Anna, June 28, 2014” that hung just outside the church that Dr. Coyote didn’t know about. A LIMO took us from the church. We stopped at these apartments to see some older folk from my congregation who I like visiting with before we got to the reception! That was Dr. Coyote and my dad, I think.
As we came in to the reception, the 1812 Overature played. (My request.) My pastor-uncle Brian said a little something and then prayed before the meal.
Toward the end of the meal, my dad got up and gave a speech. Goodness, he even choked up a bit, which made it better. “When I first met Doug,” my dad said, “I was not afraid that he might be the one to marry my daughter.” My dad also said in his speech that he’d been praying for Dr. Wile E. Coyote since way before he knew that Dr. Coyote would marry me. I didn’t cry, but I know a few others who might have.
Kyle, the best man, he talked about Dr. Coyote, much from the summer where they lived in apartments next to each other in his speech. He remembered Dr. Wile E. was filling out med school applications and studying for the MCAT. Kyle wants to be a Christian doctor, as well, and it was something he and Dr. Coyote bonded over. Kyle gave examples of things Dr. Coyote did in college that he looked up to. It was sweet.
Laura’s speech was spectacular. Am I bias in saying that, because she is my sister? Maybe. Anyway, she started out with “Well, I did prepare a little something,” right before she totally unrolled a big thing of paper (see picture…it’s too hard to describe. She called me her Barbie doll, her sidekick, and her hero. She gave the secret recipe to why I’m so happy all the time (3 part secret: I love myself, everyone else, and God!). Her speech was great, and I so loved it. And her. I love her like crazy.
Let me take this time to give a shout out to my other spectacular sister who didn’t have to write a speech or do much more than show up and look fabulous. It was really hard deciding which would be my maid of honor, but I knew I wanted a sister of mine to do the honors. My sisters tell everybody they’re twins, and everyone believes them.
Our non-alcoholic wedding reception had people dancing and having a ton of fun until the DJ stopped the music. There were a core group of people who hadn’t really stopped dancing (and if they did briefly, they went right back at it). It was a testimony to the people that were working at the reception hall, because it just shows you can have non-alcoholic fun! I love all my family and friends that were rippin’ it up on the dance floor all night!
I wanted to be everywhere at once during the reception. I wanted to dance, I wanted to visit. I wanted to give hugs and pose in pictures, and sometimes, I just needed to sit. There was a relative of mine (like, dad’s cousin’s granddaughter) that was following me around a lot of the night because she was captivated by the bride. I was that pretty bride I’d always looked up to! I remember going to my mom’s cousin Gail’s wedding when I was little, just being amazed that the bride—the main character of the day, knew who I was! Anyway, a few people asked Kezia if she wanted to dance, but she just wanted to watch. She looks exactly like her mother did and I couldn’t get over her cuteness-factor. (Way to go, all you Amdahls, on beautiful children!) As usual, I pushed myself, and was way tired by the end of the night.
I’m not going to bore you all with details of what happened after the reception. Did you really think I would put that here? You’re getting details, but not those details. I shall continue my narrative in part VII, which will be up Monday!
Good-byes. I really don’t like them. We don’t talk about “next year” in this apartment. For this reason and many others, I Facebook stalk. Facebook is how I catch up on the lives of those who are far from me and I can’t hug. Sometimes, I drop random Facebook wall posts or messages on people I’m thinking about. If Dr. Wile E. Coyote gets the scholarship we’re praying for, after med school, we could be potentially moved around a bunch. So basically, I’ll have a lot of Facebook friends I wish I could catch up with in person. And I post on Facebook a bunch to give my Facebook friends the opportunity to stalk me and find out what is going on in my life!
This post is short, but I just want to emphasize that Facebook is how I stay in contact with friends and family that live all across the US and in a variety of countries throughout the world. To my Facebook friends who clicked on this link: UPDATE YOUR STINKIN’ FACEBOOK PROFILE SO I CAN CHECK IN ON YOU! I love you all. I also love words of affirmation and little random notes from people I haven’t spoken to for a while. And I love dropping little random notes on you all. SO CHECK FACEBOOK MORE THAN ONCE A YEAR, PLEASE!
When it hurts to say good-bye, it just means that we’ve had some pretty great people in our lives. Or something like that. 🙂 But it also means we’re going to say “Hello” to some new great people (which is why I’ll just keep getting more Facebook friends so I can keep up with them long after we’ve parted ways).
My roommates and I take turns picking out movies when we decide to watch a roomie movie. Last time it was LB’s turn, I told her to pick one she hadn’t seen (between the four of us, there are a lot of movies at this place!). So, of course, I had to pick one I hadn’t seen because LB told me to. So, I picked one we had that I hadn’t seen (I’m a movie buff, I guess you could day, ‘cuz I watch a lot of different stuff just to watch them.): Twilight. I didn’t read the books or see any of the movies. I had been surrounded by readers/fans when the movies first came out and stuff, and frankly, I didn’t get it. But I figured I might as well give it a chance. Give it a chance, I tried. Consequently, I laughed through a lot of it because of its ridiculousness. Thus, the list was born.
How Not to Date According to Twilight:
1. Never date a vampire.
2. If he sparkles, run.
3. If he says he watches you sleep, it’s time to get a restraining order.
4. If he’s always ice cold, he’ll never warm your heart.
5. If he’s faster than the speed of light, he’ll never be able to run with you.
6. If he thinks your blood smells better than other blood, make him bleed.
7. If he is able to stop a speeding car with his hand and doesn’t have an “S” on his chest, he’s a freak. Or a vampire. Refer to tip #1.
Keepin’ it Real,
We all know those awkward car rides with people you don’t know very well or those times when everyone in a conversation runs out of things to say. Well, I can help. The following is a list of questions to fill in awkward space AND get to know your car-mates or whomever is around you better. And, try asking some of your friends these questions, I dare you. If you’re daring or want to play a game, try answering these questions FOR your friends and see if you’re right or not. Enjoy.
Get-To-Know-You Random Questions:
1. What was your first roadkill? (For those who live in the city, have you ever hit anything moving?)
2. If you were a punctuation mark, what would you be and why?
3. If you could be friends with anybody in the Old Testament, who would it be and why?
4. How many times have you been in the ditch? (For those city-folk, have you ever been off-road by accident?)
5. Who is the person/people you have to tell when something exciting or newsworthy happens?
6. What is the farthest distance you’ve driven in one day?
7. What is the strangest food you’ve ever eaten?
8. What is your hobby?
9. If you could eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?
10. How many times have you moved in your lifetime?
11. Have you ever gotten pulled over? Why?
12. What is your favorite form of social media?
13. Who are the people (non-family) who know the most about you?
14. What is your biggest pet-peeve?
15. Chocolate, vanilla, or carmel?
Bonus question: Wrap, crinkle, or fold? (Extra-bonus if you understand this, too. A few of my friends from school and I have a weird sense of humor, EmilyMeganKyle.)
To all my subscribers, my address has been changed to annaemeyer.wordpress.com. I apologize if you were unable to click on it from an email. I thought “mizzblonde09” was a little too immature, and because I’m almost done with school, I changed it to be more professional. I appreciate all of you for reading my blog!
So, it was a while ago, but I thought it was time to talk about it. The Century Farm Appreciation Party—smiley face. My mother, who wrote this summary of it through her eyes, had been posting other posts about the history of the farm previously, like the fact that green tractors have always graced this farm (seriously, when I was little, a blue tractor pulled in the yard and my mom was all like, “Who the heck is that?” …we’ve since become friends with people who prefer red tractors for some unknown reason), telling about Grandma’s diary from her time at the U of M, and the history of the seed business here. She’s a big agriculture advocate, and many of her posts are about the topic.
Anyway, it was a hustle to get everything ready. The nasty weather the Friday before so didn’t help anything, and some things just didn’t get done. My mom poked her head in my room as I was contemplating getting up. “Good morning, honey. Here’s the stuff I picked up for you yesterday. By the way, Pam is here.” I nodded, but I was super confused. Pam lives in the cities. She got here this morning? It was like, seven. What time did she have to get up? So I got up, and there was Pam, already helping out over in the shop (where the party would be). I got dressed, put on my brace, and my brace wouldn’t work. It was weird. This hadn’t happened since last summer. I looked at where it was flashing “error” (on the flashy noisy thing on my…”necklace”)—between the heel sensor and the brace. Hmm. Battery? As much as I’ve had to deal with the crap put out by this thing, I am much better at finding out what’s wrong. But why today? I sent up a plea to the Lord, adding a complaint that this had to happen today. But then I dealt. Dad had to pick up fruit in town, and he had to stop a few other places. At the hardware store, he looked for a battery. Too bad it was a specialty battery that we couldn’t find anywhere. So, mom started calling places to see if they carried the battery. I was ready to make do and compensate all day. I took over the calling when Mom had to do something else. Finally, I called Radio Shack. They had the battery! “I’ve been looking everywhere,” I said in relief that it was actually somewhere in Marshall. “Yeah, we’re the only place that carries them.” (I got that, thank you. I called everyone else already.) So, when Dad had to go back to Marshall for something else, I told them that they had the battery at Radio Shack, and he picked one (more like three) up for me!
People were showing up, and I was helping out where I could, too. I helped to put signs up for the “Ag Olympics” we had in another shed. Events included Bale Stacking (nine square bales), Bale Toss, Tire Flipping (a TRACTOR tire, that’s fun), Feed the Pigs (running two 5-gallon-buckets of pig feed through an obstacle course as quickly as possible), Water the Chickens (bringing water over by sponge only). I wandered over there in the middle of the happenings and watched two farmers, friends of my parents, competing. Who knew that that farmers in their mid-40’s were so competitive? Did I just say something about “their age?” Of course not. In yet a different shed, we filled a kiddie pool with wheat for kids to play in (you bet they did), a petting zoo of farm animals run by Marshall’s FFA (Lakeview’s FFA did the Ag Olympics stuff), and we had a 5-gallon pail filled with soybeans in which 5 tools or things were lost in it to find. Really, it was like a farming experience, all the stuff we had. (And we’re a crop farm—lots of equipment and seed stuff, and therefore a lot of sheds.)
Anyway, back to the before-hand. Dad had gotten our family polos that said “Olson Organics, Cottonwood, Minnesota, 1913-2013” on them. With his impressive Olson Organics logo, of course. We might alter it to say “Olson Organics at Fairview Farm, Cottonwood, Minnesota”. They can’t decide how it should be worded. My friend Marissa came early, because she needed to head out home before any other bad weather hit. I gave her a tour and she helped set up lawn golf kind of. Two of my awesome aunts, Pam and Heidi, made another set of golf balls—you know, the kind where there’s a rope that goes through them, then there’s a golf ball on each end—they did a fabulous job. The power point I had made was set up and playing on a wall, and the party soon began.
The Dinner Club that Mom and Dad are part of took care of the serving food, and soon, everything was taken care of. It was like a well-oiled machine. Mom and Dad were engaged in conversation until I went to bed that night, and I talked to random people, as well. There were seed buyers, seed dealers, equipment-people, people who have done construction on a shed of ours, neighbors, family, people from church, guys from the elevator and the co-op. Basically, Mom and Dad created a list and tried to include everyone who was impacted by our farm, as well as everyone that impacted our farm. Pretty sure she’ll write a blog about that, too. 🙂 Only about a third of those people could make it, but it was hoppin! (Am I allowed to use that term?) I myself drank like, three bottles of water and was super warm. BUT, I talked to a lot of people—some of them I recognized, but seriously needed a hint when it came to their names, others I met for the first time, and yet more I knew pretty well. It was awesome that my grandpa Kenny, his sister Fern, and Shi, part of that generation and married to Bob, could just sit at a table and people came up to talk with them. History is great, and I loved that the three of them could be there for most of it!
We joke that, “Oh, you couldn’t make it to this one? That’s okay, maybe you’ll make it to the next one, in 3013.” But seriously, I love the history of this farm. In doing research and stuff for it, I have learned so much! I’m even on a genealogy kick, and was elated to see on ancestory.com that my mom has traced the Olson side to southern Norway before coming to the U.S. I can’t wait until someday my great-grandchildren may go through the same process as I did. Remember, everyone, LABEL YOUR PHOTOS!
P.S: My mom has a ton of pics on her posts, but they aren’t on my computer, so go ahead an wander over to hers if you want to check out some awesome pics from the day. Also, be sure to check out this post of mine that I wrote about this farm, as well.