I was in somewhat of a hurry (imagine that!) so I didn’t stop to take pictures. I just snapped these two on the go. I also had about a six-mile detour on gravel. Since I live on a gravel road, it didn’t faze me until I heard a familiar rattle and roar that I haven’t heard close up for a couple decades. Tears started running down my face. It was simply the roar of corn being augered into a grain bin, but the sound is so much ingrained in my being that hearing it made me miss my dad and being on the farm to the point of tears.
As I drove on, instead of being sad, I felt grateful that I had loved my growing up years on the farm so much that such a thing as the sound of corn augering could make me cry. And I loved every minute of driving through the midwestern fields, lush and golden, in spite of the drought we’ve had this year.
Here’s the Scarville Lutheran Cemetery sign. I had to snap a picture of that, too. The pastor at Fjeldberg Lutheran Church in the late seventies, Rev. Norris, came from Scarville to Huxley. His daughter Barb ended up in my dorm at Waldorf and was a friend of mine. It felt serendipitous to drive past this cemetery on the way to the reunion.
I didn’t take enough pictures….but I had a blast with friends I hadn’t seen for over thirty years. I sold some books at an alumni craft sale in Salveson Hall in the afternoon…but the best part was getting to see Jeneen (here), Bev, Pam, Carol, Sue, Liz, Diane, Nancy, Kathy, Kris, Mark, Ron, Mike, Bruce, Gary, and many more. I’m waiting for more pictures from more friends, and maybe I’ll post a few more.