**Somehow this posted with just pictures
and not all the content I wrote.
and not all the content I wrote.
Grr......
Let's see if I can recreate what I wrote.**
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When the end of a vacation approaches I tend to have mixed feelings. Part of me is looking forward to getting home and sleeping in my own bed, the other part hates the thought of getting home and facing a mountain of laundry and Hubby back at work and I don't get to see my friends and family any more.
But then there's this blog where I get to drag out my posts about the trip and re-live the whole thing.
You're welcome
We left the beach house on Friday morning. I was glad all the Little Ones were awake so I could give them all kisses good-bye.
We took a different route on our trip back home so we could squeeze in a few more visits.
Our stop on Friday was to visit my cousins who live in Eastern Tennessee. (Loudon.) I hadn't been there to see them for 34 years (I've seen them at family events over the years). Hubby never had been to that part of Tennessee.
My aunt and uncle farmed there on an old farm. My uncle passed away 24 years ago. (My aunt remarried a few years ago at age 82 (!) and lives in Florida.) My cousins live in this house.
My relatives have lived here since 1957. But just think that before they lived there, there had been over 100 years of history there already! Mind boggling.
The views from the house are breathtaking. (It was beginning to get dark and had been raining, so the pictures are a little dull.)
A very, very long time ago, this building was slave quarters.
A cherished photo of my sweet cousins and me. These two have an older sister who is the oldest cousin on my dad's side of the family. I am the youngest. I am so blessed to be related to these two Southern Ladies.
We enjoyed a few hours of talking, looking at a few pictures, and laughing. We shared memories, family stories and had fun talking about our grandparents.
(As we were planning our vacation, this stop was all Hubby's idea. He gets a Gold Star for that!)
The next day we stopped in Nashville for a long lunch with some friends. We know them from the previous Minnesota town we lived in. It was good to spend time with them at catch up on each others lives. We miss our friends.
We were delayed getting into Nashville because of slow traffic. (You know -- one of those traffic jams that when it finally breaks up, there is no obvious reason for the slow down.) So, because of that delay, we were just a smidge too late for a stop later in the day at The National Quilt Museum in Paducah, Kentucky. (I was wanting to look around in the gift shop some.) It closed at 5pm and we got there at 5:05pm. Phooey. I was sad.
Saturday night was in St. Louis, then Sunday morning, we drove through northeast Missouri on up into Iowa. Sunday afternoon was a quick stop at my in-law's house. They are getting ready to sell their house and move into an apartment. (More on that later.) We picked up a few things, had a nice visit, then finished our last leg home.
It was a wonderful vacation. I was worried I would be stressed with having to get up early to get on the road so many mornings, but I really wasn't. (Maybe it helped that we were seeing friends or family at the end of most days?) We passed the time in the car listening to a couple of audio books. One book I really liked (a John Grishan novel) the other not so much (about WW2 battles). We also took notice of the license plates on the cars around us and wrote down all the different states. We found 43 states and The District of Columbia and 2 Canadian provinces. (Remember doing that as a kid?)
Ten days. 3,301 miles. Thirteen States. Five hotels. Good memories.




