I always say to know where we are going we need to know where we come from. Today we spent the day visiting my wife’s history. We took the day with her bother and sister in-law to where her dad grew up.
It is really fun to go back to a house where someone grew up and feel that little boys face looking out the window. I made the comment wouldn’t it be cool to go to his old bedroom to find something he wrote on the wall? Maybe something like this “Thanks for visiting my home my children I never met?”.
Here a couple of pictures I shot.