He’s Big and He’s Green

Only in America, folks!  So here we were driving out along the Minnesota prairie on our way to Worthington when we decided to take a small detour into Blue Earth to get a cup of coffee.  As we pulled into the local McDonalds (hubby had told me to keep my eyes pealed for a Caribou Coffee —yeah, right!) , I glanced over to my right and saw a giant pair of green legs.  Whoa!

Jolly green Giant  Blue EarthIt was the Jolly Green Giant himself.  Now who could resist a sight like that?  We got our coffee and headed over to the little park where the Giant welcomed us to Blue Earth.  “So what’s the significance of this?” my husband asked.  All I could think of was that maybe Green Giant vegetables are canned or boxed in Blue Earth.  They even had a set of steps behind the giant so that you could climb up and stand between his feet.  I had to do that and entrusted my camera to my hubby so that he could take my picture.  Why he can’t figure out that he needs to zoom in a little is way beyond me.  I mean, this is a man who is aDee by Giant computing genius.  How hard is a zoom?  But if you look closely at this next pic, you can just make out a person standing there between the feet.  That would be me.

Then we continued on to Worthington and made our way to the Nobles County Historical Society where we did quite a bit of productive research on the Grafs.  We also got some good info at the courthouse.  Perhaps the nicest surprise of the day, though, was when the worker at the Historical Society asked me if I was related to a Tim Graf who was going to be coming down there to give a talk on ice harvesting.

“I think he’s my cousin,” I replied.

“Do you know that his parents are still living in Worthington?” she asked me.

“No”, I answered.  “I’m not sure I’d know who they are.”

She grabbed a copy of a church directory with pictures and showed me their pictures and sure enough, I recognized them right away.  As we left the research room, she admonished me to be sure to call them.  “They’ll be delighted to hear from you,” she assured me.

Well, I DID call them and we ended up going over to their house and having a lovely visit.  It was so nice to catch up with them and I’m so glad that I made the effort to call.

Tomorrow we head to the Pioneer Village to view some artifacts that my grandmother donated and then on to Lismore, Minnesota.  It will be a bittersweet day because we will be going past the old homestead…my beloved farm.  But it’s not in our family any more and the folks that own it burned down the old farmhouse as one of the first “improvements” they made to the property, which just about killed me when I saw that.   So in a way, I’m dreading having to drive past the old place because I know that I’ll be crying a lot of tears even after all these years.  Some things are best remembered “the way they were.”

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