I am married to the most wonderful man who I've known more years than I have not! We recently celebrated our 41 years of marriage. Our oldest son is our business partner. We farm in Mexico, growing papaya, honeydew and person-size watermelon. We travel back and forth to Mexico to take care of our business. This son is married and has two children. He lives in Mexico to oversee the business. Our middle son works for Clinical Pathology Lab. His wife is a doctor and recently opened her cosmetic dermatology clinic in Houston. Our youngest son is a realtor in McAllen, Texas, near where we live. He loves his work and his business is steadily growing. We lived in Mexico for three years to get our farming operation going. It was an exciting time for us! My hobbies are genealogy, home decorating and cooking. I love blogging! I am so very blessed to have a loving family... not only the family my husband and I created, but also my family of friends. Fall and winter months are when I enjoy blogging the most. Seasons change and I love keeping up with the change in my home. I have had some amazing experiences with my faith in Christ and I truly feel that God is always with me. I try to live my life the way God would have me live it.
We've just driven in from my husband's family reunion and too late for me to make much of a posting. I just had to share this one picture with you though. I took this last evening from the banks of the bay where my husband's father grew up. It's the Mabel and Otto Peterson homestead. This young Swedish couple (pictured below in front of their home) brought up two boys who spent many hours enjoying the waters of Keller Bay. Fishing was a way of life and my father-in-law could construct a cast net at a young age.
Swedish was their first language until they went to school where the boys learned English quickly.
A Swedish newspaper was still read at home and the blessing for all meals was recited in Swedish.
Oysters were harvested from this bay for many years and enjoyed by all who mastered the art of shucking them. Armed with a gig and a lantern they were experts at gigging flounder.
Sitting on the pier, listening to the water hit up against the pilings I could almost hear the voices of family long-gone and from a different time. I knew they would have been pleased that the homestead is still being enjoyed by their descendents.