The Dalles

Six years ago, we stopped in the The Dalles on our way back from Medford to tour the Anderson Homestead where DeA's great-grandma Lela lived when she was a little girl. DeA wanted to tour it again, and talked her sister and parents to meet in The Dalles for a family heritage trip. Grayson was his happy, cuddly self.

The kids loved the almost life-size doll.

We convinced the kids to re-enact this photo.

This is the bedroom where Grandma Lela would have stayed.

I'm not sure what Brixton is doing in the bushes, but it's probably what it looks like.

All the Anderson descendants, and Dave.

Great-great-great-great Grandpa and Grandma Anderson

Anderson descendants, this time without Dave.

DeA was very excited to take everyone to Cousin's, because this was a trip about discovering family. The mature teenagers discretely bought straw glasses for the elegant dinner.

Then they ordered Sprite, so they didn't quite think things through. 

As we were walking into church on Sunday, my cousin Tyler and his wife Lori were coming from the other end of the parking lot. DeA was a little upset that I found my living cousin, but all her family members were underground. It is interesting that every time we run into members of my family that she doesn't know very well, DeA usually leaves saying "wow, they were really nice" like it was a surprise. So, if any of my family is reading this, now you know what DeA's default opinion is about you.