"Look at how the trees we planted have grown!" Nancy remarks.
"You could see over the tops of the tiny trees from the road to the house when we sold it in 1978," I add.
Since the high school drama organization was the exclusive occupant of the town hall, we were free to change the stage and seating to suit the play. I very much enjoyed directing and assisting with plays at the facility, and the kids, of course, were great.
The dinner is a sit-down affair with a nice table cloth, but the members, treat us like a couple of their own and Nancy and I enjoy the food and conversation as we witness a good deal of good-natured kidding among the members.
As you can see, though, they are a kindly audience, who treat me with great warmth despite the nasty cold outside.
As people finish eating the annual meeting begins, which lasts about half an hour. Then they introduce me.
The weather tries to hurry our departure, but we gladly stay to chat with people, sell a few books, and snap a few pictures of people who worked hard to organize the event.
After swapping stories about the present and past, we reluctantly pack up and prepare to leave. Everyone wishes us a safe trip home as we say goodbye.
As we drive east towards hilly country, the wind blows less snow. We enjoy a safe trip home. Round-trip distance: 383 miles.
Photographs by Nancy A. Fredrickson