Anyway got a full tour of the campus today by Chris and Terry, my dad's cousin and her husband (so their exact title of family relation to me I don't know). The best part of the tour was Touchdown Jesus.
Saw the stadium, where Rudy himself dressed up for a game and ran through this corridor.
PS Tanya and Doug, please, no negative comments about Rudy in the blog. There's plenty to complain about, leave Rudy out of it. For instance, there's plenty to discuss regarding this Mishawaka resident's lawn decor. Tacky? Patriotic? Theft worthy? Guardian of the house? Discuss.
On a serious note, we went to the Mishawaka cemetery today. I got to see where my Grandma Mel's final resting place was. I cried a little when we found her marker, which surprised me. I miss her.
|Me, Chris, and her mother June, my grandpa's brother's wife, in front of my grandmother's final resting place.|
She married Robert Lawson and they had two children. Their first son, Terry, was born sick, and he died at about six months old.
After my aunt Barb was born, her husband, Terry, was killed in the Korean War. He was 23.
She met my grandpa after that and they married. Their first child, Suzanne, died shortly after being born.
They went on to have four healthy children, including my dad, Stan Jr., known in the family as Goog.
Lake of the Woods is where my dad and his four siblings spent a few years before moving to California. It's where my Grandma Mel's parents lived in a cottage, too. They lived in a brick house on the lake, where their cousins Chris (who we're staying with) and Bob would visit often.
One time my uncle Jim stole five bucks from my grandmas purse and treated everyone at the penny candy store, pictured here.
They've since gone out of business. I mean, a penny? Good luck covering overhead pal. We randomly met a guy who'd been living there since the 50's. He knew where all four brick houses on the lake were, but couldn't remember any Garrow's. My grandpa worked at Bendix and commuted from Mishawaka to Lake of the Woods every day. They tore the building he worked at down a few years ago.
So Chris and Terry are totally awesome. They pretty much devoted their entire Saturday to driving us around and showing me family landmarks. Terry went out and bought fresh doughnuts for everyone early in the morning, which helped me forgive him rather quickly when he slammed my middle finger in the car door. They also live in a really pretty neighborhood, next to a golf course and river.
For dinner we went to this totally bitchin Irish pub. No reservations and no hostess seating you, you just walk in and sit down and get to know your neighbors. We ate way to much. I got a steak and guinness pie and some Uberon, which is an aged version of Oberon, which you can only get in the Midwest, which I'm sure made my friend Steven really jealous. Ubeton is actually spelled with an umlaut, making it taste even better.
Driving home we went on a hunt for fireworks, because their fourteen year old son and my 35 year old husband were begging for them. Doug had already made me stop by this fireworks warehouse on the side of an Indiana freeway, where he explained to the twenty-something cashier and a random customer that "he was from California". When they failed to keel over in shock, he explained that fireworks were illegal except for weak fireworks on the fourth, etc. He'd found his midwestern utopia.
So: have you lit any fireworks lately? Do you have any idea how I'm related to Chris? What's your favorite doughnut shop?