Went to the family farm by Roblin, Manitoba last weekend for my second cousin’s wedding. Used to go out every summer as a child and spend time with family, but haven’t made it out in years (14, actually).
Was really crazy walking around and remembering in great detail things I haven’t seen in half a lifetime. Most notably my great grandma’s old homestead that now sits vacant, and the family church located just up the road. Could spend half a day sitting here typing about old memories that came flooding back, but I’m not going to do that now.
I’m really kicking myself for not taking the opportunity to set everyone who was there up for a nice family photo. Getting extended family together isn’t exactly something that happens very often, and even if I make a trip back out there next summer to show Dani the place where my family is from, not everyone will be there. Guess I’m just going to have to start planning a reunion of some sort so I can get my shot. summer 2018 everyone? haha.
Although I didn’t take many pictures of my actual family, I did get lots of the family church. I am related too and know people of almost every last name in the cemetery. The two featured in the photo above are my great grandmother and great grandfather on the right, and my great uncle on the left. I never met my great grandfather, but have countless memories of my great grandmother Betty and my great uncle Myron.
I have walked around here many times as a child, but this was my first time as an adult. It was fascinating walking around the plots reading all the names and dated. Especially the older ones of 100 years or more that were written in Ukrainian and hand carved into the stone with a hammer and chisel.