We gathered last weekend to celebrate Jan’s dad’s 89th birthday.
It was our third attempt.
We tried in both January and February – but were snowed out both times. We were almost afraid to try again – but thankfully the weather held and both the Minnesota and Chicago Shervheim’s were able to join us for a quick overnight and party.
it was quite the overnight as all three families camped out in the big house, in sleeping bags, surrounded by boxes and with little furniture. The four remaining chairs became a hot commodity, and we discovered that ice chests made great tables when sitting on the floor.
The actual birthday party was held in the Great Room at Poppa and Nana’s new Senior Living apartments, where there were actual chairs and tables!
We celebrated Poppa’s 89 years with cake and ice cream and pizza and presents.
And we listened to his stories.
Like the one when he was invited to Washington DC as an Eagle Scout and presented President Truman with a medallion and met J. Edgar Hoover.
His time working on the railroad.
His military years.
The first time he ate pistachios while stationed in Iran. (He still loves them!)
All our favorite stories.
Three generations together. Laughing, remembering, and celebrating.
Happy birthday, Poppa!