life on the old farmstead (one very short afternoon when we visited)

I meant to include this photo with the last post. One aspect of church life was not the way I remember it. The men served and cleaned up after the funeral luncheon (and it wasn't ham buns!). I remember the kitchen as the domain of the women when I was young. Of course most of the men fled when I pointed a camera in their direction but...still.

 

After the funeral luncheon, we went back to the farm. My Uncle Melvin now lives there and it has changed a great deal from when I was young but much of it is still the same too. C had not been to Kansas since she was nine months old and K had never been to Kansas. K was in her element on the farm.

C wasn't exited about the mud (this was 'real' mud according to her (as opposed to the fake mud we have in Minnesota)). Of course then she scuffed in the deepest part of the muddy track and totally covered her shoes.

A cold hydrant solved that problem.