Sunday, October 16, 2011

Making Memories for the New Generation

This past weekend we were able to take another trip over to our beloved coast. The day started off a little overcast, rainy and cold, but pretty soon the clouds parted and we had blue skies and sunshine. I love it when that happens.



 I was trying to get a picture with my sweet oldest. Leo thought it would be funny to 
sneak in one of our little friends.
Ken decided to give the kids a fun little challenge. He let them have their own crab ring. The kids had to be in charge of throwing it in and hauling it up. It was the first time we had ever let them do it and they were so excited.





 Some people next to us caught this baby crab. The kids were fascinated by it.
 We usually don't keep red rock crab, but we caught two big ones we couldn't pass up.

 We also had a little friend who visited us. Of course Kirsten was in the bathroom, 
but Ken was kind enough to document it.
 Wouldn't you know that the biggest haul of the day was the kid's crab ring. Out of this one we got our only dungeness crab keeper and second red crab for the day. Looks like we will have to have a kid's crab ring every time we go now.
 The kid's are never happy unless we catch a star fish (we were told the correct word is sea star). The kid's caught two and we missed three who fell off of the rings as we were pulling them up.

 This was another big first of the day. Little Miss held her first crab. This is a big step for her considering just a few years ago she would scream murder if a butterfly landed on her. 





 After crabbing we headed over to the docks to buy a tuna.
 The one we chose weighed 23 pounds. 





 The kids insisted we visit the sea lions again.
 Then we headed back to Corvallis to stay with Mimi, Papa and Patch. Mimi and Papa had just arrived from a trip to Utah where they were able to pick up a bunch of treasures. This was Grandpa Wayne's (my mother's father) Model T. I have a ton of memories riding in this car. Many years we would be in Utah for my birthday, which happens to be pioneer day in Utah. This is always celebrated with parades and a party. I got to ride in this car for many of those days in the parade. I liked to imagine the parades were in celebration of my birthday - admit it who wouldn't want a parade for their birthday. Looking at Midge I remember being her age and riding with my grandpa. It is fun to keep this memory going. 


 Another surprise they brought back was my dad's parents Winnebago. To say the kids were excited is an understatement. Let's just say they consider it their new playhouse. They were squealing with delight when we told them they could have lunch in it. If we would have let them sleep in it they would have been in heaven.

 The idea of being able to sleep, go to the bathroom and sit at a table while driving was the most amazing concept to them. We are already planning the fun trips we want to take touring around.
 Mimi is planning on remodeling a lot of the inside including ripping out the carpeting and laying hardwood floors. Here she is ripping out the old 80's curtains. I told her we need to take a lot of pictures of the old vs. new. 





Here is my little guy riding on a tractor I used to ride on when I was a kid and my father used to 
ride on when he was a kid. They were able to bring this back from Utah as well, 
and baby Huck was in love with it.
 Right before dinner of crab, tuna, rice, squash and apple cobbler made from Papa and Mimi's mini orchard the family was able to take a ride in the Model T. The kids loved it. They went out for a little on the main road just as the college football game was let out and the kids thought it was amazing that everyone was looking at them. Almost like they were in a little parade!



1 comment:

  1. So much fun! Even though just about everytime I look at the T, I get some tears thinking about my Mom and Dad in it, it sure is fun starting memories with our grandkids. Thanks for sharing the crab and tuna - mmmmm, mmmmmm, good! And the cobbler was divine.
    Love,
    Mimi

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