Jul 04, 2010
Jul 21, 2010
. It was too much fun to look for all my aunts and uncles and to see how much they had and had not changed. We visited the fairly new Plummer museum and discovered an annual with my mom's freshman photo. The yearbook had this quote about the freshman class: "The big event of the year was the initiation party. The sophomores tried to scare us by feeding us angle worms and making us drink some green stuff. EKE!" Obviously, this was before harassment! We had lunch in Plummer, and again, I could draw on some memories and make some connections. We even visited the little house where my grandfather lived after my grandmother died. We ended this big day of exploring by stopping at my Aunt Lily's home in Grand Forks. She was wonderful and generous and gave me lots of photos of my mom to bring home to scan. She took us to dinner at Whitey's, a restaurant on the Red River. What a day! Times of reflection, laughter, sadness, and a good start to my legacy album. Thanks to all those who made it possible!
For years I have wanted to work on a legacy album of my ancestors, and when Mom died last November, I realized that I was running out of time. So one of my goals for this summer has been to begin researching the family history and to look for photos. Steve and Vicky were kind enough to take Ted and me through a journey of my mom's past. We began our journey in Terrebonne, Minnesota, where we visited our first Paradis gravesite (my mom's dad was a Paradis). The second gravesite was the resting place of many Stahls, my mom's mother's side of the family. The last graveyard we visited was where my grandparents and two aunts are buried. We visited Plummer, my mom's place of birth and even went back to the old farm where she spent her childhood. I was disappointed because only one building was left standing, and I could only rely on my memory to recreate the scene before me. However, many memories of my grandparents and their home came flooding back; it was bittersweet that the lilacs and willow trees were gone, and of course, the people who were an important part of who my mom was were also gone.We visited the school where my mom and her siblings were educated, and they have a photo of every graduating class in their hallways