Today, my mother, grandpa, two of my aunts, three little cousins, and I went to visit the graveyards with our ancestors (on my mothers side) in them around the area. I originally came up with this idea way back in April, and only expected me and grandpa to go, since he can remember everything under the sun and always has a story to tell about anything!

Well, the news spread and half my family ended up going. I didn't mind, it's funner to do in a group, y'know ?

There was one graveyard that was particulary special. We had to walk around a field of corn (cuz Missouri is nothing BUT FARMS) and found an abandoned cemetary covered in grass, the trail gone, and the bridge leading to it caving in. My mothers side of the family came from Germany, so we had to go and find our ancestors (husband, wife, children, etc.) that traveled to here to America first and started it all.

We found Super-Great Grandad's wife. She was buried seperately b/c she worshipped a different religion than Grandad, so back then you couldn't be buried in the same grave as the Catholics or Christians, and all those migrane ordeals.

And I guess one of my ancestors fought alongside George Washington in the American Revolution. Badass

And apparently, when one of my relatives that lived in Germany was in the army over there, he one day stopped to pick some berries on the side of the road (while doing a routine-something during his army training), and they were going to punish him the next day. He ended up jumping ship while on a war vessel and was picked up by a ship on it's way to America. Well, they ended up finding out that he was a fugitive and threatened to take him back. Well...he jumped ship AGAIN when they got to the docks, swam to shore, and moved to New Orleans and eventually Missouri.

WTF? Maybe that's why my family is a bunch of unsophisticated rebels... it's in the blood, I guess.

I just wore my grandma's sunhat all day. I have to say that I liked it ALOT. I want a straw sunhat now!

And, jesus. I thought my mom's side of the family was country enough, but the NAMES OF MY RELATIVES!! Gawd, they just screamed hillbilly. Yes, guys, I'm fuckin' country.

When it was time to go, I gave all three of my cousins a kiss on the cheek (their all boys). Haha, the eldest was backing away from me, but I got 'em!!!

My grandpa found a pony's horse shoe and gave it to me. It looks really old. Sweet .

Today was flippin' awesome! And all thanks to my great idea! Whooo!