Last Tuesday I had to opportunity due to my current lack of employment to go to Arkansas with my mom. Though it may sound like a random vacation, Arkansas is the state where both of my mom's parents grew up, met, and got married. Coincidentally, it is also the state that Jeffrey and part of his family moved to for three years. Jeffrey is a Arkansas high school graduate, a Harrison Goblin to be precise, and secretly has redneck blood in his veins (along with Baltic blood, as he likes to remind me when it is cold outside and he doesn't need a sweatshirt). It was a lot of fun to get to know the family on that side of the country whom I rarely get to see. They were so sweet and kept us entertained the whole time. It's fun to be able to go visit family you hardly get to see and yet feel so welcomed and comfortable as if you see them all the time.
My "Welcome to Arkansas" gift from my mom's cousin's husband. (My second cousin? I'm going to call them my Aunt and Uncle from here on out.)
I wanted real Southern food while I was there, and am paying a very weighty price for it now. But it was delicious at the time. Here is my lunch of fried catfish, fried okra, brown beans, and potatoes and gravy.
The house that my grandpa grew up in. He was born in 1917 and lived here until he graduated college in 1942.
My grandpa's only sibling, Kathleen. She's 91 and still makes funnier jokes than I can.
Don't mind me. Shooting the same type of sniper rifles used in Iraq today. Don't mess.
Guess who...
Shooting fully automatic machine guns: a luxury not found anywhere in California.
Really enjoying the all-around conservatism in the South.
The Waltons of Walmart built a museum in Arkansas that had a lot of really cool, very famous art. Here is the actual painting of George Washington from which the dollar bill picture was drawn. This picture cost them $40 million.
My mom and her cousin in front of the museum entrance.
My great grandparent's grave.
My Mom's uncle Turner, from my grandma's side. It was so fun having both sides of my grandparent's family around to visit.
At the University of Arkansas there is a walkway with the names of all the graduates engraved. Here is my grandpa, Raymond H. Drake, in his graduating year of 1942. Soon after he shipped off to World War II!
Arkansas was a great trip, but there's nothing better than coming home to a cute husband who missed having his wife at home.