Root Beer

...if there is one great benefit we received from prohibition, it is the proliferation of quality root beer...
nephew Ned

Since Ned was in central Illinois for his 21st birthday, daughter #1 ordered and picked up a keg of 1919 root beer for his party.  Son #1 bought a garbage can and fitted it with a drain cock and iced it down.  Saturday, the family gathered for his party.  It's hard to beat a frosty mug of draft 1919 root beer.
But, it takes a long time to drink 16 gallons of root beer!

Little Miss Cecily sitting on the keg.

Sunday afternoon we went seeking old family cemeteries, looking for ancestral graves.  It was a beautiful day as we drove down a dead end dirt road, drove through a cow pasture, hopped across a small creek, climbed a hill, and found the Lantz-Zimmerman cemetery.  The last burial was in 1919, and was my children's great, great, great, grandmother.

Next we found the old Slabtown cemetery high on a hill in the trees overlooking the Mackinaw River valley.  Some of our ancestors are buried here, but story has it that a herd of horses destroyed some of the grave markers many years ago.  It was still a beautiful, peaceful setting as we strolled around trying to read the inscriptions on the weathered stones that were left.

Today, we had a new arrival on the farm.  We brought our "new" combine home from the dealership.  It is a 2007 John Deere 9660.  We also traded our corn head and platform, so we are fortunate that our banker likes us and still lends us money.  The stack of operators manuals for the combine, 2 heads, and GreenStar receiver and display, are about six inches thick, so I will have plenty of reading material to study between now and wheat harvest.

In the last day, that great day of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying, If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink.
John 7:37