Monday, June 27, 2016

More on trip from Callaway to Clarinda

84º here in Clarinda, IA at 11:45 am on Tuesday.
 On Sunday, after eating breakfast on top the sand-hill near Callaway, NE and getting done with the Trail Ride and  we headed down high 40 and stopped in Oconto to look at the sculptures by Charles Horn.  I had seen a few photos, but had no idea he had made so many.
Charles had been in a class ahead of me and had married Patsy Empfield right out of high school.  She passed away last year from Cancer and one of the large metal sculptures was an angel -- his sign he put at the bottom.................................................................


Entire angel sculpture












I have up-loaded all 114 photos to my Picasa web site HERE
Hope you enjoy, and appreciate the hours this farmer took to re-purpose all these iron "junk" items.


 We proceeded on to Kearney where we got on Interstate 80.  At left are two photos of The Archway near Kearney.  We had toured this many years ago and the couple hours in it was very enjoyable and showed history of Nebraska and the Plains Area.




 These three photos, at right, were taken at rest stop near Grand Island.  They show interesting points about the area.






Must include some more photos of Great Granddaughter Jessica.
This is poppa Heath holding her while they were still at the hospital.  She was born Thursday and finally went home on Sunday.

Understand there was some struggling figuring out how to fit the car seat in the car and how to fit Jessica into the car seat, but it was accomplished.





This is what Ashley posted on Facebook with the photo at right:      "Made it through the first night and full day at home. Fresh butt and all clean. What a life!!"





We are lined up to drive to Marengo this Saturday (4 days from now) to spend couple nights at our son's and get to see Jessica Lynn and see some 4th of July fireworks.

More later, Lynn

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