Memorial day. . . almost
W e had the occasion yesterday to pass Heyburn on the freeway as we traveled to and from the baptisms of Jesse and Annelei, our nephew and niece. We were in kind of a hurry, so we had to deny the kids' pleadings to drive in to Rupert (sorry, Rupert friends!!) but I did make sure we took ten minutes to snap our annual photo on my grandpa's headstone. This picture makes me laugh, and I'm actually surprised it's as good as it is, but it was very windy, pretty cold, and a couple of the kids were cranky (big day, too much traveling, adolescence, pick your excuse). Still, tradition live on!