Grandpa left us in May at the age of 97. His wish was to go back to the small mining town where he lived as a child, so we spent last Saturday with family remembering Dad/Grandpa/Great-Grandpa at a beautiful lake near his hometown.
Also spent some time in the museum getting a glimpse of what life was like way back when.
We found a few pictures of Grandpa's older brother - one in a band playing the xylophone and a couple others of him leading marching band - fascinating.
I am especially glad that my kids could see this piece of their family history and share it with their grandparents and cousins.
I couldn't help sneakily snapping these shots in the museum as well - history knitted into these pieces - history tangled and unclear.
The mysterious past - we unravel and try to understand what it may have been like. We find our own meaning and connection as we knit that past into our own story.