Back Home Again!
The Mission Range Of The Rocky Mountains
We had a wonderful time celebrating my father-in-law's 90th birthday. Invitation signs were made and posted around town (there are only five buildings). The turn out was about 350 people with those who didn't attend the party filling the house for the next two days. We joke that the town of Charlo has a population of 100 including dogs and cats. Unfortunately, it's close to the truth. The population is growing older and the town, once a beautiful little spot, has now gone to seed.
Lewis doesn't just have a green thumb, he has ten green fingers and toes with an arm and a leg thrown in here and there. He does all the grafting for the area, has a hugh garden that he trades for canning, and recently won the local garden club's award for most elegant floral arrangement. When I was first married he came to visit us in Yorba Linda, California, where he picked up a pod off the ground at Richard Nixon's birthplace, took it home to Montana, planted it, and grew a tree in his yard.
One of my favorite stories about my father-in-law revolves around his love of fishing. It is said that when Lewis found a good fishing hole he would mark it with yellow irises so that he could find it again. Standing in the valley and turning a full circle you can see patches of yellow everywhere. Obviously the entire valley is a great fishing hole.
That fishing gene has been inherited by my son. He follows the flowers and only differs from his grandfather in that he is a "catch and release" Montanan.
The Birthday Boy
Notice that very large piece of birthday cake? My father-in-law the diabetic was given special permission from his doctor on his 90th birthday to eat anything his heart fancied and my goodness did his heart fancy a lot of cake. There were three hugh cakes and he had a piece that size from each.
We have promised Lewis another bash for his 100th birthday. I'm sure he'll be there, I just hope I make it!