Roots

Main Street

Dakota Sunset Museum

I wasn't sure what to call this posting and didn't want to bore anyone by continuing the saga of how we are all feeling. Which by the way, I am doing well and hopefully mother is too. She is still in the hospital. Last night she sounded much better.
I went for a walk this morning and it is a glorious morning here in good old Gettysburg. The temperature is 60 something and it is clear and a light breeze. Much easier to walk in then the weather in Louisiana. UGH! I came home and opened all of the windows in the place just like we use to do when I was growing up.
As I walk around town (it doesn't take very long to cover most of the town) I think about how anxious I was to escape this sleepy little town and spread my wings to the big city. After living in almost a foreign country (everything about Louisiana is foreign to the average midwesterner and probably most of the other people in the US) I love coming home to this small town. I love the memories here and the people I use to know that are still here and the people that I see when there is a big reunion or celebration in town.
Gettysburg is getting ready for a celebration in a couple of weeks, this little town is turning 125. They are sprucing the place up just as I would if I had company coming to my home. They are painting the curbs, getting new awnings, putting up new signs, repairing the cracks in the asphalt. Every day I see them working and getting ready for their company.
I am proud of my little town where most of my roots are and where my parents now live.

Gettysburg High School

Courthouse