Traditionally in my hometown of Alton, KS, Memorial weekend is the time for the alumni banquet. The last graduating class at Alton Rural High School was the class of 1970, but the alumni banquet still continues. Instead of several hundred in attendance, though, this year there were just less than 100. Unbelievably, even the 75 year class was represented and all 6 of the living classmates of the 70 year class came to their gathering. I was the only representative of the class of ’63 but then, this wasn’t a special year for us, either. Plans are just beginning for our 50th reunion next year.
Since we’ve had our 12-year-old twin grandkids with us on a trip to Colorado, we thought we’d take their 7-year-old sister Jadelyn with us for this short trip. We had lots of fun and I think she did, too, except for falling out of bed the first night. Since the last time she went with us to Alton was some time back, she didn’t remember seeing the houses we lived in when her mom was little or the farm where I grew up, so it was interesting for her. We took her to the little country church, Mt. Ayr Friends, where I went as a child and where we attended for 6 years when our children were young. It didn’t look much like a church to her, I think.
One stop on the trip was as much for my sister Florence Marie and myself as for Jadelyn. Since we have been out to the farm where we grew up, the oil boom has moved into the area and on a hill in the pasture above the house, a pump jack is busily at work.
My dad always said he believed there was oil on his property, but it wasn’t discovered in the location he thought they’d find it.
Tank farms and well locations just look out of place to me in that pastoral setting.
It’s a little sad to see that the tin roof of the old barn is being neglected to the point of having many panels missing, but the farmstead still looks familiar.
We saw alternative energy being harvested on the way to and from Salina along I70 with existing and brand new wind turbines spreading out for miles. When we stopped for lunch, we found one turbine blade on a truck parked near us, so we took pictures. The size is just phenomenal! There’s just no way to give you perspective of the length.
Well, we’re on our way to the airport to pick up our 14-year-old granddaughter, Alma, from Georgia for a few days visit with us and her cousins. See you soon!