Homecoming

I think attending a “Homecoming” would make anyone nervous. Therefore I decided to cut myself some slack and forgive (or try to forget) every wrong (stupid) thing I said this past weekend. I only made a few errors in my guesses as to who was who but I could have avoided that by just being quiet and letting the other person start the conversation. But no! several times I jumped the gun and said ‘oh hi so-and-so’ only to find out it wasn’t ‘oh so-and-so’. Do you have any idea how people can change in 39 years? Yes, I said 39 years! arghh – I hadn’t been back to my home town in 39 years and had only seen some people who I had once regarded as very good friends maybe once or twice in those years. Let me tell you I felt like a fish out of water! And just what does it mean when someone finds out who you are and says “Oh My Gawd, Oh My Gawd, Oh My Gawd! and nothing else . . . hmmmm . . .

I’m very proud of myself for being so brave and for attending and giving it my best. Speaking of “best”, here I am with the three best friends I had while growing up. I am delighted to say we were all very, very happy to see each other and have vowed to stay in touch. And, no, not one of them said ‘oh my gawd’.

Heather, Barbie, Barb (me), Bonnie

Hubby and I also spent some time looking around the countryside. First we checked out his old homestead but incredibly I forgot to take a picture – there is someone living in the house and I guess it just didn’t feel right.

But here is the road leading to the farm where I grew up – there did not used to be grass growing down the middle . . .

And the beautiful fields of Saskatchewan cannot be captured properly (by me) but here is how I see it . . .

For now, that’s it. I have hundreds of photos to sort through . . . yikes! so many photos – so little time!