Journeying On

Rob seems to find new friends everywhere! This Bald Eagle he found at Turkey Run State Park.   On Saturday, September 17, 2022, we left Osceola, Nebraska and headed east to Omaha to see if we could find the grave of my maternal Grandfather. My maternal grandfather. Standing at the grave Makes me long to know much more I missed grandfather     My mother's father, Emil Pearson, the son of Swedish immigrants, died in the great flu epidemic of 1918 when my mother was just a bit over 10 months old, and her brother Karel about 3 years old. My mother had no conscious memories of her father, and the only story I remember her telling about him was that the family had gone some where and were returning home on a street car in Omaha, Nebraska where my mother and her parents lived and were all born. It was November 11, 1918, Armistice Day. My grandfather was carrying my mother as they got off the street car, but he didn't feel well and he handed her to my grandmother. I don't know the