Moons ago, I was a little girl, who lived in a little house, on a little street, in a little town. This little turkey producing town has changed over the years, and while the bones of the town haven’t changed, much has. My parents just purchased a house, almost a month ago. They are happily settling into their new home, and today, we were able to celebrate their new place, their health, their love, and our country’s freedom. Here’s our day in pictures, with a few memories thrown in…
Waiting on the parade to start.
Literally, I’m so happy when this wagon comes strolling along!
After the parade, and a nice lunch at mom & dad’s,
Aunt B (sister 2) and I decided to take the big kids and look through Wayland Museum.
There were a lot of dairy production antiques, school memorabilia, donations of every sort and kind
from events that our little town had put on. From rodeos to all the Christmas Town of Iowa items.
We were there a good hour and a half, and didn’t get to see everything.
One of Sister’s classmates was the host, so they caught up, and we talked about our own
school days. But it has occurred to me, being in a museum brought out not only memories,
but questions about these people that we used to know, people that we were too young to know,
and people that we’d never known, who made our little town thrive.
in a museum… guess that means I’m old!!
We took a bus from the Central Park over to another town, were we took the lessons.
In the mornings, the water was freezing, but every day when we returned on the bus,
there would be a group of men sitting on the picnic benches playing Dominoes.
Years and years these men would sit and play, enjoying the outside, the time away from
their responsibilities, enjoying visiting with each other.
Most of them have died now, but I remember them fondly.
In it, I describe the many ways, we earned our title, “Youth Gone Wild”.
Reading it made me laugh, I can’t believe some of the silly things we did in school.
It was really a fun class to be a part of!
each year for the 4th of July parade. It helps serve as a reminder to
stay back when the parade vehicles pass by.
on the corner used to be a large two story building where the Eastern Star and Lodge members met.
I remember going there for special events many nights.
It is a second hand store, and my mom had bought a sofa table there once.
When I think of second hand store, I generally think of rummaged through, stinky, used stuff.
However, The Cat’s Meow is very clean, very organized and has a lot of high end items.
I was pleasantly surprised to visit there, and have plans to return for a lovely organ.
Of course, I have to talk Beef into it first!
Stopped at the stop sign (there are no stoplights on Main Street),
This is the view at the top of the hill, looking West to the business end of town.
When I’d ride my bike up to the store each day, I’d look to the left, and see lots of farmers in their trucks and tractors, all milling around the feed store.
Master Mix Wayland Feed was just one of the many places to go to find out the
latest “happenings” in our town.
After I had my little private drive down memory lane, I came back to find
Lots of laughter, a couple of tears when someone didn’t want to share or
if they didn’t like the way a play was called. But all in all, kids from 15 to 3 really
played hard and had fun!
Mom and dad got a new picnic table a couple of years ago, which had been in storage,
just waiting for the perfect home to set it up.
We “grown ups” decided to eat at it for lunch, while the kids dined alfresco upstairs on the balcony.
and if plastic is smooth enough, you will slide right off of it.
as children. I reminded her that there were no plastic picnic benches back then,
we sat on hard, hot, splintery wood, filled with bird poop! And I don’t remember
any of us ever being pooped on!
Some grown ups are very competitive. And some (like me)
are very content, just sitting and taking pictures!
Later on in the evening, we had our talent show on the grandstand at the West Park.
Bluegrass bands, family bands, children of all ages.
We would sit on a blanket on the hill and listen or sometimes, if our parents allowed,
we would run off to play on the playground.
These two ladies are singing and dancing.
If you can’t guess what my daughter would choose to sing,
first grandchild. When they would walk down the East Wayland hill, there is a creek directly in the
center of the hill. A small guard rail protects children from falling in the creek.
At some point, on some walk, one of them (not sure if it was a kid or an adult)
leaned over the guardrail and spit in the creek. Since that day, every child on every walk “must”
spit in the creek. Since there is a creek at the West Park too, guess what happened?
It really says it all about my hometown…
Cotton candy sunset touching the July corn, which hovers over the green, green grass.
A beautiful white deck with solar lighting, for family gatherings, framed by full, tall trees,
I really love this shot.
They waited all day for the fireworks show.
While they were sitting in their chairs, singing one last chorus of
“Let It Go”, their Nanny brought out the glow chains.
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