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Fourth of July in Wisconsin

Christine and I catching up while riding on Christine’s long time friend (and now girlfriend of my brother) Carly Seaman’s grandparent’s boat. (whew! what a mouthful)

Mom enjoying the boat ride.

Christine and I are trying to get a nice picture but the wind is proving that to be difficult.

see?

a cute moment between Carly and Jessy

Jessy and I at grandma and grandpa’s house

Aunt Laura and I enjoying the boys’ fireworks show

The cleared woods path!!

Jessy harvests some lettuce from the garden

The gals post frosties treats!

Jessy and Carly bought mom this giant sucker which took her two days to eat

Hey All! Those were a few photos taken with my mom’s point and shoot of our celebration over the fourth of July holiday. My family was gracious enough to pay my airfare so I could spend this time with them. We had a ton of fun. I didn’t bring my camera along because I didn’t want to have to deal with it at the airport but we still took pictures to document the good times!ย  We visited a lot with my grandparents and my aunt Laura and her two boys, Galen and Indy. We also went to the beach and played badminton, soccer, volleyball and of course swan around. My brother Jessy was home to visit as well as my sister Christine. We had a great fireworks show at my grandparent’s house my cousins Galen and Indy even saved their allowances so that they could put on their own mini fireworks show. It was really cute.ย  We ate at Frostie’s, a local soft serve ice cream shop that is a summer tradition for probably every family in the Fort Atkinson area. We even got to visit my old house where my Uncle Dan and his family are currently living. The house sits on I believe 8 acres of land with a large woods, when we were younger the woods was cleared and there was a path down to the end of the woods which lead to a large open field. My grandparents had planted a full vegetable garden with corn, broccoli, squash, watermelon, carrots, cabbage, berries, etc. After they got too old to keep up with maintaining the garden the field became overgrown as well as the woods path. It was too much work to keep up with. However, when we went to visit it was so wonderful to see that Dan had cleared the woodspath again and even started a smaller scale vegetable garden. Seeing that made me so happy.ย  I’m really glad I was able to come home to visit with everyone and I miss everyone and Wisconsin so terribly. I can’t wait until Chet and I can move back. Until then, I’ll be here in Missouri taking pictures and getting that college degree. ๐Ÿ™‚

I wish I had some pictures of me and my grandparents but I forgot to upload them from my mom’s camera before I left. I guess I will just have to get them some other time!

A quick note I wanted to mention. I had a small viewing of my blog for my family members and it came to my attention that some computers view my blog at a different resolution so that the images are almost entirely cut off or missing. If this has happened to you, I apologize. I haven’t even been thinking about the fact that not everyone is working with a 27 inch monitor. ๐Ÿ™‚ I will try to get that fixed as soon as possible, and I hope you will all forgive me and will not consider me completely unprofessional. ๐Ÿ™‚

2 thoughts on “Fourth of July in Wisconsin

  1. Oh Charla! Wisconsin misses you too! I’m so glad you got to go home and visit with your family, looks/sounds like you had a lot of fun ๐Ÿ™‚
    It made me think back to that crazy night when Erica, Maggie and I came and visited you in Fort… face make-up, drunken pseudo-fights, and Frosty’s….yeah, you and Chet need to get back to WI ๐Ÿ™‚

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