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This weekend, my hubby, the kids and I, travelled up to small town northern Alberta for the town fair. This town is the same small town my dad grew up in. The only other town that I knew of until I moved to the US. It was where all my relatives lived. It was at one time my happy place.
When we drove in this morning and parked my truck by my parents camper, Every emotion, every memory flooded back to me. We parked at the beginning of town at my dads friends place and walked down the road to the hall where breakfast was being served. As we walked, I looked at this little old house along the road and was flooded with emotion. It was my great grandparents house. I stopped and just looked at how incredibly tiny the house was, but yet, remember it having to much room for all of us to visit. I remember picking veggies out of the HUGE (which still is huge) garden, and running up the big hill to wash them in the old pump well in the front yard. I remember playing tag with my cousins in the back yard. Heck I even remembered the day my great grandfather installed a toilet in the house, so Gigi (my g-grandmother) didn’t have to go out to the outhouse anymore. After my few nostalgic filled seconds swooned through me, we continued our walk to the hall.

I walked up to the hall to see my dad outside chatting away with old friends, my great uncle.  Mom was chatting with some of wives and my great aunt.  After a quick hug to everyone, I HAD to eat!  This was the longest I had gone between wake up and eating in months!  I was starving!  I told the folks I’d catch up with them for the parade.  It had been about 7 or so years since I had last walked in that hall.  Another mix of emotions flooded me, until the aroma of pancakes, maple syrup and ham took over the senses!

We ate, and noticed the time.  Bryce hopping back into the MeiTai, Braelyn grabbed my hand and off we went, walked down to main street then over to where we had parked, grabbed a grocery bag and waited…waited for the parade to begin!  The parade is only about 15 cars/floats long, but we still managed to get about 1/4 of a grocery bag full of candy (which was conveniently left at grammies house!!).  After a little sit around, watching the kids play, my grandfather came then we walked up to the fairgrounds where we watched a horse pull, the kids had horseback rides, got their faces painted and played at the park.  I think we were up at the fairgrounds for about 3 hours before walking back to my parents camper, then off to the hall again for super.

All in all it was a great day, we were active as a family, a big, extended family.  There were 4 generations from my side (my grandfather, my dad and mom, me and hubby and our kids), 3 generations from my hubby’s side (his mom and dad, us and the kids), 2 of my great uncles and aunts from my grandfathers side as well as a great aunt and uncle from my grandmothers side.  Many of these relatives I hadn’t seen since hubby’s and my wedding September of 2006.  I just hope that now that we are back in Edmonton, it doesn’t take 5 years to go back!

night night!

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