Friday, April 1, 2011
We spent the better part of a week down in Florida near my families (at Uncle Craig and Aunt Kathy's house on Lake Hiawatha) to introduce the girls to people and to their ancestral home, so to speak. There are still bits and pieces of it left, but I'm sure that most people don't think of "Florida" and "ancestral" being in the same sentence. For us it is though. It changes so rapidly, but our roots are definitely there on my dad's side. His high school team used to be called "Strawberry Pickers!" as an insult, and now Brandon is far from rural.
Here is a painting of my greatgrandparents' home: