Washed the truck and trailer as I used them to kill a huge pile of bugs over the past 3 weeks. Still too many around, every evening, those blood suckers come out.
After lunch hopped onto the bike and went searching for Grampa's grave. I saw the grave 34 years ago, but the memory was very faint. Drove all 8 streets in Wakaw to get a feel for it. Quaint little town, but in dire need of some repaving. Checked 3 cemeteries and saw a lot of ethnic names on tombstones but no Redls. Came back into town for groceries and water and on the way out back to the campsite on the north side of the lake, we saw tombstones on the hill, Up another gravel road. Bike is already dusty, we drove up to this 4th cemetery. Feelings started tingling. Something felt right. Memories of trees near by were confirmed. Walked around the gate and saw a tombstone of Frank Redl, apparently 2 Redl families unrelated settled in the same town back at the beginning of the 1900s, don't know if Frank is one of ours because we didn't bring our family tree book with us.
2 rows back and shaded from the nearby trees, M A Redl grave marker tombstone stood. Julie went for a walk around the cemetery while I stood and had a little chat with Gramps.
Got back to camp had dinner. Garrick and his girlfriend April came down for a short visit. We arranged to have dinner together tomorrow night.
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