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Abilene, Kansas trip


                                                   Beautiful Abilene countryside.



           The lane leading to the farmhouse.


   Mimosa tree. I always think of Amy Carmichael's book about a girl called Mimosa, when I see these trees.
     
          My Grandpa grew up in this farmhouse with his one brother and three sisters. I am the 5th generation to have slept in this house. It is right in the middle of wheat fields in rural Kansas.



                          We were there for the 122nd Birthday of Dwight Eisenhower.

Dwight D. Eisenhower's 122nd birthday will be marked this year with a number of activities at the Eisenhower Presidential Library, Museum and Boyhood Home in Abilene.


A wreath laying ceremony is slated for 10:30 a.m. on Saturday, Oct. 13. Maj. Gen. John K. Davoren, Commanding General, 35th Infantry of Ft. Leavenworth and CSM Miguel Rivera of the First Infantry Division at Ft. Riley will lead a procession to the burial site of President Eisenhower and lay a wreath. Following the ceremony, the Kansas American Legion Annual Pilgrimage will be held at the Eisenhower Statue in the center of the campus. A firing squad and colors will be presented by Chapman Post #240. 










                      Mrs. Eisenhower's sewing machine at the Eisenhower family home



    The Eisenhower family.  Dwight Eisenhower is on the far back left in both of these pictures.

                                                   Beautiful china plates in the Eisenhower home.

                                                       The Eisenhower Family Home.
                                                                 Abilene, KS








                              Classic car and fall foliage outside the Eisenhower Presidential Museum.







 Me standing by the old pump well in front of the house. My Grandpa's initials are written in the concrete foundation of the well.

       Freshly planted field of Winter Wheat. The tractors were busy the whole time we were there.




       "Therefore be patient, brethren, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, waiting patiently for it until it receives the early and latter rain.  You also be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand."

~James 5:7-8 
                                               The barn


                 The piano at the family farmhouse, in rural Abilene. :)

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