My mom was born in Des Moines, Iowa. I knew that, growing up as a little kid. I don't know exactly how she came to grow up in Chicago with just a mom and sister. I can fill in a couple factoids, but they don't paint a whole picture. Recently, I found a letter in my cellar when I went to look for my family tree. Apparently in 1978, I wrote my grandmother's brother in Keota, Iowa when I was in high school in California. He gave me some Page family history back to the 1800s and quotes a family Bible from Vermont . (more to come)
Tomorrow, I'm going to Keota with my best friend from medical school. I'm here visiting Susan in Coralville, IOWA and it's about an hour to go look for my family ties. I have two pictures of my Grandmother Eva's house growing up (one sepia and white, one sepia with the roof on fire and white.)
Today we visited Wilson's Orchard and picked apples and looked at wee, little kids picking pumpkins. We saw a most awesome weeping willow tree, I recall, my mother's favorite kind of tree. The Iowa Artisan's gallery in Iowa City has a big collection of things from local artist Brian Andreas and the Soap Opera (we StiLL smell good from all the sampling) has soaps and creams and perfumes with more testers than things to buy.
Sorry, pictures will be later... Apple pie with King Arthur's recipe is coming out of the oven and I have to go google how to do grave stone rubbings.....
Look for http://juddandmelanie.blogspot.com/ with Judd Thompson for The Itinerate Dad (JT on the AT)
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