Dad and I decided to do lunch at the Geneva Store for the first time in... Lordy, what feels like six plus months. Last summer almost had to be the last time we went for lunch. We'd been to breakfast maybe once during the winter, I think.
Well, since I was already dressed and in pain from having lunch with him and we got back home before 11:30... I decided to go ahead and do Lunch Bunch. It was my first Lunch Bunch since May 2024.
It was a small group of us -- myself, Glen (the head of the genealogy department now), Nancy, Retta, Cindy, Bill, Brian, a nice lady I befriended named Donna who has roots in Muhlenberg County like me, two older folks that I apologize but their names escape me right now (I blame it being early in the morning and brain fog at 33 years old is real), and then a nice lady named Sherrill who attended the session via Zoom because she lives in Evansville.
It was nice to catch up with everyone and to also let them know about JT and the cemetery work he's been doing, and where his group will be working at this month in May. It was great to let them know about Endurance and the work JT has done with it, since I've always been such a strict D/2 person (which, I always will be but... Endurance is a close second y'all!!)
It was great to share with everyone the things I'd found in the Newspapers, I believe it was, summer of 2024 and into last summer. Mostly about my 3x Grandfather, Philo Sandefur. Just incredible things. Treasures to someone like me.
After Lunch Bunch was over, I had seen where the library had some yearbooks for sale during their "Friends of the Library Book Sale" and I was honestly looking for some obscure ones like maybe Smith Mills or Niagara... no such luck. But what I did find was the 1957 yearbook for county high -- my Grandma Glynda was a sophomore that year and she's in it. Sadly, she didn't sign the yearbook.
I found two copies of the 1958 County High yearbook and the first copy... my Grandma hadn't signed. The second copy? She did! So I ended up buying both the 1957 and 1958 yearbooks. 1957 had belonged to Jim Long, and 1958 belonged to Nancy Williams.
I come home and post about it... and I tag my cousin Nancy (Ganno) Whitledge in it. She had signed the 1958 yearbook of Nancy Williams. She let me know -- Jim and Nancy married one another!
I can't tell you the feeling that washed over me in realizing I bought a husband and wife's set of yearbooks. To bring them "back together again" is just... surreal almost. I wish I could have known these people before they passed.
After I left the library, after finding that yearbook Grandma signed... I was compelled to go to the cemetery for my first time in forever. I wanted to talk with Grandma, read what she'd written, and just check in. I also wanted to see which plot Uncle Charles was buried in. That was a (in his words) "secret I'm taking to my grave." Well. He was buried in the exact spot I knew he would be.
Well, waiting there on his mower as if he knew who I was immediately (and he did) - he knew I would be headed his way to see Uncle Charles's grave. It was Steve -- Uncle Charles's old friend. He's been on the mowing crew for like 20+ years now. Last time he'd seen me in person though, I was a kid. I sure ain't a kid anymore.
I stood there and talked to him for probably ten minutes about Uncle Charles, about life, things that Charles had taught us.. It was really therapeutic. It was one of those "you know, God put me in the cemetery at the right time on the right day to be able to talk to Steve" kind of moments.
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