And driving alone to Kansas City wasn’t as difficult as I had thought. When you have NPR on the radio, you can count on good conversation and excellent music.
I spent all of last weekend packing up things on shelves, dishes from the buffet, my computer items that have been in the kitchen eating area for months…and my electronic equipment (TV, DVD, audio, etc.).
I was ready for the movers (whom I love—they’ve moved our stuff three or four times).
They arrived a bit late (around 9:25am) and went to work. Each piece of furniture was shrink-wrapped and carried to the basement.
They were done in about 90 minutes!!!
As soon as they finished, I left Atlanta for Nashville…arriving there in the middle of Monday afternoon.
That evening, I took my cousin Bonnie Buckner to dinner at our favorite restaurant in Nashville—Rotiers. (Look for the next blog where I share how my family reconnected with Bonnie and her sister Ruth.
Tuesday—En Route to St. Louis
I left late Tuesday morning and drove to my place of birth…St. Louis. Along the way I did two things I don’t normally do…I stopped for some sightseeing.
In Paducah I stopped at the National Quilt museum.
And in Metropolis, Illinois, I stopped for the first time to see their Superman exhibit. Elizabeth and the grandkids always stop there when they come to Atlanta but I never had.
I arrived late in the afternoon at the home of two friends, Bev Odell and Nancy Furgerson. My sides still ache from all the laughing we did. These women are close family friends and we talked about my parents, siblings, daughter, grandkids, and cousin Bonnie from Nashville.
A delightful dinner was topped off with a bowl of famous custard from Ted Drewes!!! I knew I had been to St. Louis after that! This custard (and the concretes they make from it) are why we can buy Blizzards nationally from Dairy Queen. The St. Louis DQ region talked their corporate office into letting them create an item to compete with Ted Drewes concrete. And as they say, the rest is history.
Wednesday—St. Louis to Kansas City
I started the morning out with a visit to my parents’ grave (less than 10 minutes away).
Because of Dad’s service in the Navy at the end of WWII, both were able to be buried in the Jefferson Barrack’s National Cemetery in St. Louis County.
The trip across the state was uneventful. I arrived at Elizabeth’s house, unpacked, and awaited them after school. We had a delicious meal that Elizabeth had prepared and
then I took Katarina to her dance lesson where she carried her new ballet bag that Lynda had cut out but not been able to sew for her. Our friend, Dianne Lux, completed the job and everyone in Kansas City loves it. The photo shows Baby Duck, Katarina’s oldest toy, which she received at birth from—Dianne Lux. Ben and I killed time at Barnes and Noble where he amazed me at how quickly he could solve difficult puzzles in a Maze book he had purchased! Then it was home to bed for everyone.
This morning I went to the North Kansas City Community Center (less than 10 minutes away) where Elizabeth and the kids are members. I joined for a month and proceeded to swim my 1,000 yards. I hadn’t done any swimming since Saturday. I enjoyed it very much.
I now look forward to a weekend with Elizabeth and her seminary classes and continued swimming.
Thanks for thinking about me as I made my journey.
Now…read the next blog…it’s largely about my dad, Bonnie Buckner, and Ruth Cole. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do telling the story.