I was standing up holding onto the roll bar in the back of the jeep (safari style) as Jarad would say.. and took this , looking down in to the front seat.
I love love love rides in the country.. esp in the jeep. Enjoying the fresh air, and the beautiful countryside.. listing to good music. Perfect! Jarad knows how much I look forward to these. So thank you J & K for a fantastic evening!
We drove on so many different county roads, and made so many turns ..this way and that way, I really had no idea where we were after the first 15 minutes. We drove by old barns, abandon houses and farms, churches and old cemeteries ect. Jarad even found the small country cemetery that Kate's Great Great Grandparent and family , who originally came here from Ireland were burried. She had been there when she was a child but not for years... So that was nice for her. Her and Jarad went and found their graves, and looked around ..then...
Off we went again, down the country roads.~
I was telling the kids and Dan, that I had looked in our family history book when we first moved here about 10 years ago.. to find out my Grandma was actually born here. That surprised me because I've only known all of my parents families (on both sides) to come from SD. That is were the rest of our Aunts, Uncles, cousins.. ect are from, and where my parents met and lived when they were first married. My dads job with the railroad is eventually what brought them to NE. When we bought this house ten years ago.. my Grandma (moms mom) was still alive,but in a care center. I ask her "where" exactly here, was she born.. because now it was even more interesting to me as we were going to be moving to the this area. Her memory was failing her by then, so we never got to find out. I always said, "I'm going to check into it and see how I can find out"..but life gets busy, and I've never gotten around to it. I did have a conversation with my mom a couple of years ago and she told me that she thought there was a cemetery out in the country somewhere between our town and the next town North, that family members where burried in . I got general directions from someone .but was fairly sure it would be hard to find, and maybe even to get to, so I didnt go any further with it.
As we are driving down one of the many county roads we've been on ... we come to an intersection, and Jarad says.. "Hey look at that old church up there". We keep drivin ahead and I'm still clicking away with my camera.. now totally focused on getting the best shot of the church steeple with the sun behind it.
I'm not really looking at anything but the shot of the steeple I'm getting. Jarad is only slowing the jeep down , not stopping.. so I'm clicking like a wild woman. Jarad suddenly slows downn and says.. "hey what does that monument say"?. "I'm going to back up and pull closer". I was thinking to myself... "oh.. NOW your stopping" lol.
So I start trying to get the good shot of the steeple now that we are stopped, and I hear Jarad say... "Hans Hinrich Stoltenberg?? hey mom arent we related to Stolt....". He didnt even have a chance to finish this sentance and I was out of my seat belt and getting out of the jeep.