After the races we went over to Grandma Reba's and I was able to take some pictures of things that have lots of memories with them.
This is the playhouse. Me and my cousins played in this all the time. We would play house of course and school and just hang out in it. The Raggedy and and Andy wall paper has always been in there, and the pictures of the horses. I found a little thing that I remember being in there and brought it home to hang in the boys room.
The outside of the playhouse.
Cute little Olivia.
The boys found some puppies. That kept them busy for a while.
Gilbert standing in front of the barn.
The barn and corrals.
Shed.
Inside of the barn.
Grandma's house.
I love taking Coy and Gina's family pictures. They are always all over the place.
Mom and some grand kids. JD, Ava, Olivia, Josh, Kyle and Katie.
Aunt Peggy, Mom and Aunt Donna.
More of the corrals.
I remember this ever since I was little and I'm sure it was there long before that. I couldn't believe the glass ball was still not broken.
The next day was the Crowther Family Reunion. For Mom's grandparents.
We had a little program and breakfast at the church. The boys entertained themselves by making air planes.
After the church we went to the cemetery and had different people tell about ancestors that are buried in Sanford. It was neat to learn so much about my family. We were close to Amy's grave so we stoped and Clay, Coy, Gilbert and I all just said a few things.
After the cemetery we went up to the mountains to cow camp. I was excited to go up. I have lots of fun memories up there.
San Antonio Mountain.
It was so pretty up there. We had a nice little hamburger fry and just had a good time.
The corrals.
The old cabin. I took the boys down to see it and tell them where I used to play. We crossed a small little creek and I told them "your shoes just got dry from yesterday at the races. Lets not get all wet today please."
The cabin.
It was getting time to leave and I thought I would go find the boys. This is what I found.
They were actually jumping in and all but rolling around in the bog.
All we had to do was tell Uncle Gilbert that we were riding home with him in muddy clothes. We found sweatshirts so it worked out good.
They had such a good time I couldn't really get to upset. It was a very nice day.
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