Malarie and I had a precious weekend with our grandparents and a couple of our cousins. We walked the town (which you can’t get lost in even if you try....which we have) and reminisced about the hot summers, afternoons at the pool, snakes in the garden, legs sprinkled with misquito bites and family reunions. Christmas gatherings, bike rides, church services and pickled beets.
Grandma's Spoon Collection
Rag rugs in the laundry room
Grandpa’s meticulous magazine and book library: A treasure trove for me as I was in the middle of research for a steel target company while I was there.
Looking through family photo albums - a tradition! That's my dad on the back of the bike.
And the scenery. Gorgeous.
I'm so glad beautiful South Dakota has been a part of mine.