I always thought I was a fairly early riser but that thought is always dethroned when I stay at my grandparents. Apparently sleeping in till 9:30 is sleeping your life away, ha which is pretty funny since Sam can sleep until 3 if he really tries. Oh my, big news here! First though, back story. My grandparents, on my dads side, live out in the country on property that has been in my family forever and the country is prime dumping grounds for kitties and puppies (I know it is incredibly depressing). Sometimes these cats come up from their dumping ground and make it to someones front door. So far about 4 have made it to my grandparents door. All of them have been super skittish around people and run for the hills as soon as they even hear someone new coming...For the first time in 20 years though, I FINALLY HELD AND PET TWO OF THEM. MY LIFE IS COMPLETE! Here is a photo evidence, in case you don't believe me.
Memory #43
So to give you some background knowledge on where we went next in our journey, to Madisonville, I should tell you that my mom had recently gotten really into ancestry tree.com. Which if you don't know what that is, its basically a website in where you can go through government records and newspapers and what not to trace back your family ancestry. It's pretty neat, my mom had started to do some digging onto her own side of the family and got really excited about all sort of things. Anyways my mom started talking about when she was a little girl, her and her sister Susan would come visit their grandparents out in Madisonville. The house, their grandparents lived in, was not a stereotypical house. Apparently it could have been a bar that got added onto? I don't quite remember. Anyways I remember driving into Madisonville and feeling my moms enthusiasm for looking at this house I hadn't even been to.
I also remember driving in and she would point out buildings to us, like the church she went to when she visited, the courthouse that burned down and the ugly one they built after it, and the newspaper publisher where they would announce your arrival in time. Everything. Then I remember driving to the edge of town, where there was this barricaded plot of grass and an old worn down, falling apart house.
As a law abiding citizen I saw the barricades and thought, "Ok I'll just admire it from back here." Not my mother. As soon as we were out of the car she went straight under the fence and right up to the house, pointing out the room she stayed in and where the kitchen was and all sorts of random memories about her child hood. (Sister, cousin and my mom shown below at said house)
After reminiscing at the old house, we stopped by the old hotel that owned the land and ate lunch there and my mom rattled out various questions to the owners who only disappointed us in not knowing very much. We then strolled over to the Madisonville muesum, that was run by two nice elderly ladies, who were one excited to meet a Brimberry (My mom) and were brimming with all sorts of knowledge and fun facts. After our fun filled afternoon at Madisonville, we sadly had to load up in the car and make our way to San Antonio.
TO BE CONTINUED
Love always,
Erin
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