When we lived in our sticks-and-bricks house, we always welcomed company. With 3 spare bedrooms, we often had guests for overnight or longer. That’s one thing I’ve missed since we became fulltimers, because, while our grandkids don’t mind, most adults would not choose to sleep on our foldout couch. This week, another fulltimer friend pulled into our yard to spend a couple of days. He brought his OWN bed, one of the best things about traveling in an RV. We met Ed Frey in February of 2011, our first winter on the road. We both spent a record cold month in Huachuca City, AZ. Since then, he has gained a traveling companion, Patches. She is a very nice American Stratfordshire and we enjoyed having her, too.
Does the picture above explain his license plate below?
The day before Ed and Patches left, our son Robert and his girlfriend Cindy Beam stopped by for a couple of days. Robert is a career soldier and was in the process of a permanent change of station from Ft. Campbell, KY to Goodfellow AFB at San Angelo, TX. We hadn’t seen him since just before Christmas and had never met Cindy, so we enjoyed their visit very much.
We even got all the local family together (except Jordan) for a brief meal. Katrina and Alma were the only other ones missing. Having family all over the country really is a disadvantage at times like this!
Clockwise from the left side of the table, you’ll see LeRoy, Tim, Heidi, Bailey, Jadelyn, me, Cindy, Robert and Ben.
Robert and Cindy left Friday and we left right after them to go to Manhattan, where we spent the night with my sister and brother-in-law, Mary Jo and Ray Kurtz. We don’t see each other often so we had to cover a lot of ground in our conversations. Ray was a professor at Kansas State for many years and they took us to see the new football stadium addition there as well as the statue of Bill Snyder, for whom the place is named.
This side story explains the purpose of our visit to Manhattan other than to visit my sister. I grew up as the much youngest child of the much youngest child in my dad’s family, so my second cousins are closer in age to me than most of my first cousins. My cousin Carol’s family lived just across the creek and up the road a quarter mile or so and I grew up with his older boys, Ron(nie) and Bill(y). Well, Ron and Bill are now nearly as old as I am with children and grandchildren of their own. Bill’s daughter and her husband moved back to Kansas from Oregon last week. Since we’ve done more than our share of moving through the years, we understand the need for multiple people on hand to help unload a moving truck. Bill and his wife Virginia and their son Billy, wife Julie and 3 kids came too, so we had a great time catching up with family while we worked. Talk about a moving experience!
We headed for home late in the afternoon, tired but with a feeling of accomplishment. By that time, much of what is in the picture had been carried into the house and either up the stairs to the bedrooms or down to the basement. At least the truck was emptied by that time, even though a few things were still sitting out on the porch and the lawn. The nice thing for us was that we could walk away and leave the more serious business of settling in to the young couple, Ryan and Carissa Staley and their little boys.