Yesterday was my great grandmother, Evelyn's, service. It was beautiful and full of warm memories as well as a few reminiscent tears. On our way home from our celebratory reception --at what was my great grandmother's place of choice for lunch-- we found it only appropriate to stop by the Gertrude School on our way home.
The Gertrude School was established in the 1800's and is now home to an art gallery but back in it's prime it held a lot of memories for the elders of our family. Not only was it the school my great grandmother attended as an adolescent, it was the place where she would meet and begin her amazing life's journey with my great grandfather Percy. They would be married for 66 years at the time of his passing and they would celebrate every moment. They were ranchers, dancers, and care givers to anyone in need. They were amazing people with such rich tales of life. It was such a small, but delightful treat to wander the empty grounds imagining a young Percy and Evelyn's youthful presence here.
It was a bit hard not to feel jealous of each old board and the stories they must hold. To not envy the ancient oak limbs and the memories that continue to thrive within their inner rings.
In the end, I found it uplifting to imagining myself dancing around the school house as they must have so many years ago and soothing to know their legacy would continue to hold fast on this small piece of earth.
I'd like to think that they are together now... dancing in each other's arms... once again.
Love & Lollies...
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