I had mentioned in another post that Allen and I had put together our "love story" for the kids; how we met, falling in love, our wedding, our personal testimonies of how we decided to follow Jesus.
We chose one day to take them on a journey to see where all this happened. We rented a 15 passenger van and went back to Pretty Prairie.
Our first stop was at the Dutch Kitchen to eat good old German cooking, the type our ancestors ate.
The cheese curds there are AMAZING! Best I've ever had!

We purchased some Dutch Kitchen tee-shirts that were on sale for those who wanted them, and also some neat books for the girls to keep them entertained.
We also drove through the litte village of Castleton where my dad and Allen's mother went to high school.
We came into Pretty Prairie from the west and I showed them the house I lived in when we came to the States on furlough in 1968. Allen and I were in the 8th grade and I had a crush on him!
On that same block two houses down was where his grandmother lived. She told me once that she could spy on us if we parked on the street! She told Allen to take me to youth group before we had ever dated. She was a dear friend to me. I would often stop at her house when I walked home from school and she and I would talk and talk! She taught me so many things. I learned about the geneology of the Graber family (which is the same as my dad's too as we are related) and she taught me some quilting. Behind Grandma B's house was my grandparents' house. They were cousins. Down the street from their house was Allen's other grandma's house.
We were going to get out and walk around the block, but it was too hot that day so we just drove around it and we pointed these homes out to the kids.
Our next stop was the church where we got married.
My dad and Allen's dad are in the photo they are looking at. They are about 12 years old. On the photo above it we found Allen when he was four years old.

Here was a photo of the pastors of the church and the kids found Grandpa Pete.
Here is where we were married!
When we were juniors, Allen was sitting in the choir with the high school choir when he first spotted this pastor's daughter walk in the balcony wearing a mini-skirt! Woo-wee!
Jason was in the car with the girls as they were napping so they aren't included in the picture.
Those chairs behind the pulpit are from the early days of the church!
Aren't these beautiful??
My dad
The pastor took us up behind the choir loft to see the pipes for the organ.

When my dad was the pastor, this was the spot "Reserved for the Pastor". Dad hated that. He felt that a pastor is not any more important than the janitor. At any rate, we did park here since it was designated for him and it is where Allen first asked me out! I was sitting in the car after church and he found me there!

We walked to the cemetery and we showed them where our plots are - between his parents and mine.

We walked to the cemetery and we showed them where our plots are - between his parents and mine.
There were cattle watching what was going on.
When we finished, we drove to the family farm. Allen's youngest brother lives there now.
Skeet shooting
Oh the giggles!!
When Allen's brother Reuben and family came, we cooked hot dogs.
Time for S'mores!
There was also special cake for our 50th anniversary celebration!
Josh took a video with his drone.
These two didn't go with us.
Instead they fed the fire!
What a fun day sharing the start of our story with our kids and grandkids!
"We will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the Lord, His power, and the wonders He has done...that the next generation might know them, the children yet unborn, and arise and tell them to their children." Psalm 78:4-7