On Saturday we drove to Morgan to have dinner with our friends at the Spring Chicken Inn. Really great fried chicken at a good price. Here are some shots of the lovely scenery that day. As usual, I do love to take photos of beautiful clouds and blue skies.
In this shot Guenther stands outside the Spring Chicken Inn.
On the way home, we took flowers to the Crabtree grave sites. Booth's parents and four brothers are buried there. Gordon's grave is in Auburn, and Scott, of course, is still living. The Washington Heights cemetery was already beautiful on Saturday evening.
I believe that we were the first ones in the family to visit the cemetery. Tami said that they went on Sunday. We were happy that we didn't wait until Memorial Day, because it was so rainy.
Then, we visited Marcelle's grave. She is buried in the Elysian Gardens near our home. Bob was there before us, and he placed the American and French flags there.
On Sunday evening we visited the Salt Lake Cemetary where Guenther's parents and siblings are buried. The tall white headstone belongs to President McKay.
This is Wolfgang's grave. He was killed in Normandy in World War II. Guenther says that Wolfgang was an exceptional person...good at everything he tried...a terrible loss for his family.
Guenther places flowers on his parents' grave.
Gilbert's headstone. Gilbert was crippled by polio before the Salk vaccine. He was a very bright, studious man.
Guenther's sister, Judith, died early in infancy. His mother was devastated at the loss of her only daughter, and about once a week she would walk quite far in order to take the bus from their home in West Salt Lake to visit Judy's grave.
Guenther's grandparents.
President and Sister Hinckley are buried nearby.
Sorry for all the blank space. I try to vary the position of my pictures, and the published version looks different from the composing one. Wish I knew the trick to doing it right.
The Graduate. We are so proud of her...nursing is a tough course of study, but she stuck with it. Way to go, Jen!
After the program we ate at the Lion House. Tami's mom and dad, Donna and Charles Ogle, flew down from Seattle for the occasion.
This is a fun shot. I'm sure glad that those stiletto heels are being worn by Jen and her friends, and not by me. My feet hurt just looking at them. (The white ones belong to Jen).
Jen's graduation present...she says it's going to be great on the snow and ice when she heads to the snowboarding slopes next winter.
