Grandma House

At the graveyard.
"Where are all the dead bodies?" Israel wanted to know. Once I explained they were buried under the grass he said emphatically "this is boring".

Grandpa's carvings and some few of his rocks

The wonderous rock pile. No visit was complete without taking a few rocks home. When I was younger the pile was even bigger.

The ottoman that became a boat for every child old enough to flip it

Grandma's rocking chair made when she was 3 by her grandfather.

Grandma loved roses. Here are some of the beauties in bloom while we were there.

The bobcate that always scared me as a kid. Can you see his sharp teeth?

One of the many paintings Grandma painted. She was a wonder- landscape, indians, trains.