Basketball begins...

ODS has started basketball already. His team had a tournament last weekend. They got second place, but it was just nice to see him out there doing his best. He is groing up so fast! Here are a couple of pictures - enjoy.

A lasting memory...

Grandpa was a collector of hats, and everyone knew it. So many people brought him hats from all over, which he lovingly hung up in his work shed. At the auction instead on auctioning off the hats, we hung them up in a row - all 700+ of them. We made a simple sign saying that "If you see a hat you like - take it - it's free ~ Bernie". There were hats left at the end of the day, but many were taken by the people who cared about Grandpa. It was a memory we could take away, and one that will never leave our minds. Thanks again Grandpa.

Family Matters...

Here are some more shots from the auction...it truly was a family affair.

Family shots..

Tonight I thought I would focus on some family pictures that I took on Saturday. I tried to take a few good shots of the boys, the in-laws, and Jon. One thing that did happen on Saturday was that DH cut his hand while hanging Grandpa's hat. (A sledge hammer and a hand do not mix!) The cut hit the bone, since it was so deep I took him to a nearby town for three stitches. Yes - I got a picture of the hand. Anyway, enjoy tonight's pictures and remember to check back tomorrow for some more pictures of us setting up for the auction.

Family Matters...

We had a long, cold weekend together as a family. We prepared for Grandpa's sale, and held it today. I took a few pictures this weekend of the family both getting ready and during the sale. So stay tuned over the next couple of days for an in depth reflection on the emotions of this weekend. But I will start with this...
Grandpa was a man who accumulated a number of items during his lifetime; as many possessions as any other person would collect over fifty years in the same house. However the possessions are not what he left us physically, but it is the legacy that he has left behind. It is that legacy that flows through all of us, and drifts ever so gingerly through our minds in times of remembrance. Thanks for everything Grandpa, and I think you were very proud of your legacy...us.

(Remember to click on the picture to see it in high resolution.)