In addition to attending the meeting, we take the opportunity to visit our parents' graves in Colfax and Colo, both small rural farming communities.
And a BIG plus is that I get to eat some Maid-Rite sandwiches. When you grow up in Iowa, you are subjected to Maid-Rites from birth on. Maid-Rites are and Iowa tradition and I don't know of many places other than Iowa and the border of Illinois that they are available. Maid Rites are simply a loosely ground hamburger that is steam cooked rather than fried.
I remember, as a kid, that we would trek to Newton, IA (about 10 miles) once a week for Maid-Rites. That was some 60 years ago.
A college friend of mine now owns the one in Newton. The interior has not changed much in 60 years. This is what it looks like now and THEN.
One of the Pollen Dabbers traditions is to make a run to the Marshalltown Maid-Rite shop for Saturday lunch. Here is a picture from a couple years ago showing me, Don Lovell and Selwyn Rush enjoying our traditional lunch. Their milkshakes aren't to shabby either. MM Good.
While attending the Pollen Dabber's meeting, I celebrated my 79th birthday. My friend, Bob Pappenhausen, having been born on the same day, turned 74. When trying to discover my age, a call was placed to Bob and he told them I was 10 years older than him. I wasn't, I am 5 years older. I understand a call was placed to Tommy requesting my age. He replied. "I am 80 and I know he is older than me". I want Tommy to know that he is 1 year older than me and always will be.
My friend, Bob Pappenhausen from Illinois. We enjoy each other's company and phone calls.
The Pollen Dabber's attendees, 30 plus of them. We spent the weekend looking a images of daylilies. What better way can you spend a winter weekend than looking at daylily images?
The last three images taken by Nan Ripley and shared with me.
Except for catching the cold from hell, it was a glorious weekend.
Life is very, very good.