Last weekend my brother and I, along with our spouses and extended family members, spent the weekend visiting meaningful locations around Northeast Ohio where we grew up. The weekend was emotional, touching, and very meaningful to both of us and our families.
We visited the cemetery in Akron, Ohio, where my parents buried their two baby girls who were born before both my brother and me. It took more than 30 minutes of looking because the tiny head stones were overgrown with grass, but we finally found the places where our baby sisters were laid to rest so many years ago.
We sprinkled some of my parent’s ashes on both of the grave stones, which were no bigger than postcards. We think our folks would have loved this gesture.
Their first little girl was stillborn and never drew a breath so she was not named.
The second little girl was born but only lived twenty one hours. She was named Nina Lynn. I can hardly begin to imagine what my Mom and Dad went through losing two tiny babies. It seems unthinkable. They were both incredibly strong individuals.
My big brother, Bob, and me at our sisters’ grave sites.
Cheri, Bob, Kent and me.
After visiting the cemetery, we drove up to North Hill in Akron where my parents built their first little home on Hilltop. They were so proud of this cute little home; it was always special to them.
From Akron, we visited Barberton, Ohio where my Mother lived when she and my father met. They were married in a tiny ceremony in this church on August 2, 1946.
After visiting Mom and Pop’s old “haunts,” we went for a traditional, Barberton chicken dinner at Belgrade Gardens. Mom and Dad went here many times over the years and they loved it.
Norman and Norma Maynard, Cheri’s parents who were dear friends of my family, came with us and it made the weekend so much more special.
We had the opportunity to visit the house in Canal Fulton on High Street where I grew up. It is currently unoccupied and undergoing some renovations, which is probably a good thing. It is over 50 years old! Interesting to note, there was a small room over the garage that was once a bedroom but became the room where I learned to sew beginning when I was seven years old.
Since the home was empty, Kent and I walked around the property. It was surprising to me that the patio my brother and Dad laid themselves, brick by brick, was still in tact.
This enormous oak tree in the back yard was only a seedling when my Dad planted it in 1966 or 1967. I actually remember the day he planted it and to see how unbelievably tall it is now was very emotional.
We spent the afternoon visiting with some very dear friends from our time growing up in Canal Fulton. From left to right, top row, Jack Downs, Norman Maynard, Ken Downs, Bob Wallace. Front row, l to r: myself, Helen Knapp, Norma Maynard, Edna Mae Lorenz, Mary Downs, Cheri Wallace.
Sunday evening closed with a spectacular sunset. It was a blessed weekend.