As the whole world knows the Chicago Cubs did win the World Series last Wednesday night or should I say early Thursday morning. The first time in 108 years. My wonderful husband still is excited that his team finally won. Micah and Eli both are thankful their dad made them Cubs fans.
Steve and I watched the game in Wellsville, NY as we visited with my Aunt Ursula and my cousin Rod. A few pictures with journaling of our trip.
Thursday morning after breakfast Steve and I drove to Alfred, NY. I graduated from Alfred University and wanted a baseball cap from Alfred to wear back home in Texas. Steve and I explored The Steinheim (Stone Home).
This castle building was closed when I attended Alfred. It was renovated and reopened in the 1990’s to become a museum and career development center. Please note the large stones at the top of each merlon.
This is the car that Steve and I drove about for our weekend back in the Southern Tier. We surprised our kids at the airport when we picked them up on Friday. They thought we would have them crowd into a Nissan Sentra or a Hyundai.
Salt rising bread is very unique to my home town area. We had to pick some of this bread up to take home to Texas and Denver. A quick search on the internet shows that salt rising bread is made in other parts of the country but for our family it is an Allegany County special. Here is a description of this delicious bread from a Popular Science article, “Salt rising bread is a tight-grained, dense yet tender loaf with an unusual aroma that’s usually described as ‘cheesy’.” My aunt knows our love for this bread and always has a loaf for us to toast for breakfast.
When I grew up in this house, there was 2 beautiful maple trees in the front yard. The trees were still there when my mom sold the home in 1999. The house looks beautiful today even without the trees. The birch tree in the side yard was planted by my mother in 1984. It was a little sapling my mother brought from the Pocono Mountains in Pennsylvania from property my aunt and uncle owned there.
This bell sits in front of the fire department in my hometown of Whitesville. The bell was from the old fire house and it was made into a memorial for my father in 1974 for he was an active volunteer fireman when he died. It is Main Street Whitesville behind me.
On Wednesday night, as we drove to my aunts home, Steve and I were able to stop here and see acquaintances who where there for prayer meeting. The men prayed and I caught up with Donna Munroe. It was grand.
Friday afternoon Steve and I picked up our 3 wonderful offspring at the airport. This picture was outside of room 2 of the motel.
My mom on her big day with my sister Patti. We are getting ready to sing happy birthday to her. My cousin Tina is partially shown in the picture.