You know how I mentioned that we missed Redbud’s birth because we were on a trip? Well, this was where we were.
My dad arranged and funded a getaway weekend in Pennsylvania for the whole family.
This sort of thing is NOT something my parents do — EVER — which made it all the more special, and it just so happened that the weekend that suited everyone was my dad’s birthday weekend so: double special.
I was in charge of food, which, with my brothers’ help and Dad’s funding, was pretty low-key and easy. The place had a mammoth kitchen with three (three!) sinks, and was fully stocked with all the basics and then some.
the Indian feast that my younger brother ordered in: SWOON
randomly at breakfast: all of my kids in chronological order
This was an action weekend, not a rest-and-relax weekend; in other words, my dad had An Agenda.
Saturday morning, we toured Crystal Cave, and late afternoon we toured the Nicholas Stoltzfus Homestead (the restored home of Nicholas and Anna Stoltzfus, the ancestors that all Stoltzfuses in the US can trace their heritage back to), and in between those two things, we went to Body World, an exhibit of human bodies that have been dissected and then preserved through Plastination. (Years ago, he’d gone to a exhibit, and ever since, he said that when an exhibit came close to us, he was going to take us.)
the snake inside us
the nervous system
only (ONLY!) the main arterial branches
This particular show was an RX exhibit, so along with the regular, healthy bodies, there was a focus on injuries and illness: smoker’s lung, metal plates on bone, hip replacements, aortic dissection, swollen hearts, etc.
It was wild to see the actual parts of the body that I feel and experience daily: the hamstring, the sciatic nerve, the achy shoulder muscles, the clitoris, the achilles tendon. I did a lot of standing and staring, trying to piece together what I was seeing with what was inside my body.
If you ever get a chance to go to one of these exhibits, I highly recommend. It’s awesome, in the literal sense of the word.
Sunday morning we messed around at the house, making eggs and bagels, cleaning up, and then taking advantage of the cavernous living room’s acoustics. Here’s a snippet of us monkeying around, if you want to hear…
Sunday noon, the majority of us stopped in at my grandparents’ house on our way back home. We don’t get to see my grandparents that often, and my grandfather’s health is rapidly declining, so it was super special to get to visit with him and Grandma.
entering my daughter-in-law’s information into the geneology database
horsewomen: three generations
(My daughter got to hear the story of how her Great Grandmother got kicked in the face.)
It was such a special weekend.
This same time, years previous: six fun things, how we homeschool: Jane, the quotidian (3.30.20), Asian slaw, the art of human rights, the quotidian (3.31.14), Good Friday fun, braided bread, great cooking.