Beaverlodge

The treat about visiting small towns is that they're usually got some sort of landmark for which they are known.  That, and they are full of family.

The beaver in Beaverlodge with his toothy welcome

Mom loved all things Holstein and managed to incorporate cows and pigs
into her home décor.  This friendly lady meets you on the steps to
the wrap-around porch at the farmhouse.

Sweeping manicured lawns require hours of maintenance, happily put in on the back of a riding mower

The wishing well at the front of the house covers a cistern

Ian and Bruce share a laugh

Dad recounts the tale of being mistaken for Ralph's brother

He'll probably grimace at me for saying this, but I love Larry's smile.

Ian, Myranda, Ryan, Dad, MaryJane, Darren and Colton
I loved this old photo treatment.  Hope you like it too Ian.

Confession time:  I didn't take this photo and I'm not certain who everyone is.
I cleaned out my email inbox and Kelly had sent this to me. 
Centre left is Kelly, of course, and centre right is his beautiful daughter Trina.

Last picture of this post belongs to a family member I've decided to adopt since she looks
after my father on a near daily basis.  Kerri works at the Beaverlodge Motor Inn and
sees to it that he gets good meals served up with side dishes of sass.  Thanks, sis.