His Dream

The reason that I first wanted to write a memoir of our family comes from what it meant to my Grandpa. I am his namesake, and feel it is my duty to carry on his torch. I was lucky enough to grow up on 40 acres of land in Southern Minnesota situated on the Minnesota River. Summers were spent building forts, running through the fields, collecting fireflies, and of course fishing and playing in the river bottoms. My grandpa had a dream that was his pond. It may not look like much to the naked eye, but if you spent any time with him at his pond you truely knew he was happiest there.

Summer visits to my grandparents always involved some work at the pond. Filling in the mosquito pit, planting new trees, or trimming paths to and from the pond always needed tending. My grandpa also had a prized Blueberry patch that he surrounded with ten foot high fencing and barbed wire to keep animals and the neighborhood brats out of his patch. He also always had a huge organic garden with several different species of Apples, Pears, and other fruit to go along with the Blueberry patch. As you can see my grandparents lived a rather simple life. The love that they shared along with the way they lived showed to me there are more important things to life than money. My grandpa's release came from the land and it has now become mine as I write about our experiences. Please take the time to reflect and look deeper into the pictures and create your own memories of what might have been. Enjoy!









The pictures don't do it justice... just help create vivid memories for me to enjoy.