Grandpa

 

No, this is not my grandpa--unfortunately all of my grandparents passed away when I was young.  But this man was kind of like a grandpa to me.

My best friend, CJ and I have been friends since she was born.  She has been like a sister, her parents like my parents, and her grandpa like my grandpa. 

My fondest memories of him were trick-or-treating at his house.  He would run around the kitchen filling our bags with apples, double-mint gum, quarters, and anything else he could find to keep us there longer.  He always seemed so happy to see us and made us feel like we were special.

Ironically, I went to Grandpa Sherbahn's funeral viewing on Halloween. The best memories of him were being shared at the time of year that I remember him best.  He was 94 years old.

For 92 years of his life, Grandpa Sherbahn lived a vibrant life as an auctioneer, Angus supporter, State Fair Director, WWII vet and many other amazing roles.  He was a special man who touched many people and he will be missed.

I am sorry that I wasn't able to attend his funeral service, so I will pay tribute to him now.  I was glad to have known him, and look forward to sharing fond memories of him with CJ and our families for years to come.

A frustrated Blogger. A happy scrapper!

Well, I haven't posted in a while because I have had trouble posting pictures and other various computer failures.  I am a third year teacher and I am currently on my third classroom computer!  Uggg--I think I have a black thumb when it comes to technology.  Anyway, although I was reluctant to post anymore without pictures, I had a blogging request :) So, here it goes. . .

This past weekend was fall break from school--yippee!  I had been looking forward to this for weeks, not only because I wanted a day off, but because I had plans to attend a 24-hour scrapbooking retreat called "Croptoberfest."

On Friday, my best friend CJ (whose grandfather had passed away that morning--more about him later) and I left around 5 and drove an hour to this retreat.  We moved in at least 6 big boxes/ bags of materials--including our awesome Cricuts (more about them later, too, I'm sure).  We were in the basement of a woman we had never met before and we totally covered her ping-pong table with scrapbooking wonderment!

We ate pizza, got to know the other women around us, and scrapped all night!  At 4:00 am I finally took a nap for two hours--woke up at 6 am and continued on until around 2:30 in the afternoon when we organized our stuff and headed home!  When I got home, I kept scrapbooking as I added titles to some of the pages.

I made a scrapbook for supper club, a scrapbook of JohnDeere's broken head, and many other wonderful creations!  It was soooooo much fun!!! 

Scrapbooking is so important to me because I love family history.  I wish that my parents or grandparents had scrapbooks of when they were younger so I could see what they were like, not just know their names.  I think I may have convinced my mother to let me scrapbook her life--she doesn't think it's very exciting, but I do--I had to promise her I wouldn't show it to anyone: I will lock it up in a safe until she dies, but then I will show it to everybody!  (Sorry, mom!)

Note: I have been scrapbooking for 10 years, and I have 10 books.  If I live to be 80 and I keep up this pace, I will have over 70 scrapbooks!  Isn't that crazy?  What will happen when I have kids?  I will have to build a bigger house--not for them, but for all their scrapbooks!