Monday May 12, 2008

I began entering this post last night, but didn’t finish because I needed to get to bed early – we were getting up at 3:30 this morning.

I did a bit more work on it at the Harrisburg Airport a few hours ago.

Now I hope to finish it, as we have a three-hour layover in Minneapolis before flying to Bemidji (north central Minnesota), where Cerwin, his mother, my stepmother, and I will spend a week with Cerwin’s sister, Doris.

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If I don’t post for a week – I am okay – but without Internet access.

Sunday’s

Make-a-Wish Parade

The morning paper says there were 381 trucks in the parade.

Bunny O’Hare, Cerwin, and granddaughters Jenna and Diana setting up the steps to the chapel.

We arrived at 8:00 a.m. to get our spot and be set up for those who wished to attend a worship service.

The girls enjoyed helping.

Trucker Ron (sharing his testimony) and Bunny O’Hare, TFC Director of Chaplains (seated, left, front) were in charge of the morning service.

We enjoyed telling visitors about the ministry and showing many of them what a chapel looks like inside.

It was fun for me to meet a Xanga friend – http://www.xanga.com/raycindy93. We don’t live very far apart, but had never met.

I always enjoy seeing the stuffed animals in Jeff Brown’s cattle truck when he is in parade.

We had about an hour wait from the time the parade started, until it was our turn. Jenna enjoyed blowing the air horn – in preparation for the parade.

I took this picture of Diana looking in my truck window, not realizing I was also getting the reflections.

My cousin, Joan, was one of the clowns.

The scene as we left the parking lot.

People watch this parade from all kinds of vantage spots.

I like when we approach this area where the hillside is full of Amish.

The underpass at Brownstown is a fun place to take a picture.

Do you think these people know us?

Our friends, Gene and Rose Gehman and John and Judy Lentz.

These are our most faithful parade watchers! Jere, Kristen, Josh, Jana, Ian, Jared, and Jesse watch the parade from her mother’s (Betty – center) front porch.