I am playing a little catch up. Here are a few pics from our trip to see Great Grandma Condie. She turned 96 this past April. Her body is becoming more frail, but her mind is a steel trap. She writes and recites poetry without a stutter. All while never a pencil and paper meet.
As a joke she wanted an out house built just like she had when she was growing up. She told us about when the first world War ended the people of Preston Idaho took all of their old outhouses to the center of town and created a sort of a skyline. They then set them on fire and called it "The burning of the sh*ty of Berlin".
Grandma has a family of foxes living in her barn yard. 50 years ago they would have been shot on site to protect the chickens, but now they bring a little life back to the place.
Any Karen Carpenter music will do.
Is it original? No, but everything was working at the right time.
Cows!
About a 1/4 mile from Grandma's house (the next door neighbor) is Napoleon Dynamite's house. I think I could throw a football over that mountain.
I think I have a picture of everyone of the girl cousins pummeling my boys. I tell them just to get used to it.
See!
My grandma. I had to say a crude phrase to get the guys to smile. It worked on grandma too.
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