My Grandfather Bell passed away last weekend, so this weekend my parents, my uncle Morris, my sister Carrie and I drove up to the funeral in my sister’s minivan. We had a good time.
The first day (Wednesday) we drove the long drive from Pocatello (where Susan dropped me off to meet my parents) to Quincy, Washington (where my grandparents lived). It was fairly uneventful, and actually pretty nice without noisy children. One highlight was our stop at Country Mercantile, a pretty cool store outside of Pasco, where we sampled pickled asparagus, sweet onion mustard, pickled garlic, and various jellies. Carrie and I bought several chocolate covered nuts, chocolate covered dried fruit, and chocolate truffles. It was so good that we stopped again on the way home. We stayed at a nice Best Western in Ephrata (15 miles from Quincy). Carrie and I shared a room and after we checked in and unpacked I had to laugh at the difference between Carrie’s toiletries and mine.
My Toiletries (I did buy deodorant after we arrived)
On Thursday Mom had to prepare for her funeral talk and meet with the other members of the family. So Carrie and my Dad took a trip to Grand Coulee Dam to photograph and sight see. The drive is really beautiful. I had no idea how unusual and lovely the landscape just outside of Quincy was. I didn’t find much of interest to photograph at Grand Coulee Dam (it was impressive though). We did find a couple of cool waterfalls, some caves, and a nice overlook of Dry Falls State Park along the way though. That evening we had dinner at a little pizza place in Ephrata. I had one of the best Calzones ever (Pesto Chicken). We liked it so much we went back the next night.
Lenore Caves, near Soap Lake, WA 2007
Dry Falls Overlook, near Electric City, WA 2007
Waterfall #1, near Grand Coulee, WA 2007
Waterfall #2, near Grand Coulee, WA 2007
Motel, near Grand Coulee, WA 2007
Friday was when the funeral was held. It was a nice ceremony. It was more of a celebration than anything. Everybody gave great talks, and Uncle Paul told a couple of memorable experiences that had us all laughing (I don’t know if I’ve ever heard hell used in that context from the pulpit before). After the funeral we went back to Grandpa’s house. The siblings had to sort a few things out, so the rest of us had a good time driving the old tractor, taking rides in Paul’s plane, and visiting.
Pallbearers Carrying the Casket
Grandpa’s Brand on his Casket
Grandpa and Grandma’s Tombstone
Burning Trash from Grandpa’s House after the Funeral
The small home where Grandma and Grandpa raised their 8 children.
Irrigation Ditch on Grandpa’s Farm
Saturday morning we came back and had another rather uneventful drive. For a better written description of the trip see my sister’s blog.