When I arrived in New Hampshire, ironically, I had not a single immediate relative in the state. Ginette's flight never made it. Diana Fontaine kindly picked me up from the airport.
Much to my surprise, she has been living in my parent's basement for the last few months.
I should call home more often!
We talked until 3 am.
I was up by 7:30 the next morning waiting for my sister, Colette, to come pick me up.
You can tell I've been living in St. Louis for a while because I was relishing in the weather.
It was 99 degrees in St. Louis at this time with a heat index of 106.
I loved the view of Dad's apple trees.
They currently look like they are on steroids,
but dad says it is a year with a really poor harvest.
Really?
Dad's garden; I miss having a garden.
Squishy little nephew, Ben, eating one of dad's apples.
I love absolutely love everything about this wharf. It's always the beginning of good things.
Isn't she adorable!
Please don't hold the dirty ferry window against this lovely sight.
Brant Point Lighthouse.
One of my favorite places on earth.
It is down the street from my great grandparents old house.
All of the cottages in Nantucket have names.
Great Grandma and Grandpa lived in Auburn Cottage
which is one of these fuzzy houses.
Docking area.
All of the cottages have these grey shingles.
That's why Nantucket is known as the Grey Lady.
Ginette managed to get her airline to fly her directly into Nantucket.
Ethan and Rosa are adopting this adorable little girl.
This child's great-great-great grandfather shot this alligator in Cuba.
This road to the cottage is paved with crushed shells.
Makes me so nostalgic every time.
Ethan and his boomerangs.
My favorite place in all the world.
Me and my momma.
Me and my dad. I definitely look more like him.
My mother's cousin, Matt, was on the island working on his sailboat.
He took our entire clan out to dinner.
I need to send him a thank you card.
Only a few weeks before, he and his wife took me out to dinner in St. Louis.
Aren't they an adorable family!
This is my great-grandmother as a child.
Nephew Ben toddling around with goggles on.
Great Grandma as an adult, I think?
Ginette and I went running with Ben.
Squished picture of a great-great grandmother, I believe.
Squished picture of great-great grandfather.
Great Grandfather.
He died shortly before I was born, but I've heard a lot about him.
Loved languages.
Loved people.
He would have been fun to know.
Great-great grandmother - center. I do remember her quite well.
Decked out in Nantucket garb.
Finally a picture of Cousin Matt! He lives in Georgia near Vince.
Mom at her birthday dinner.
Ginette and I laughed soooo hard over this photo.
So glad mom doesn't read my blog.
One day I will make a slide show of these family photos.
I have so many great ones.
My dad's hands. What is up with these white spots?
Jasmine chasing a bunny.
Finally got some color on these pale legs. Been looking forward to this all year.
This outside shower.
I love it.
On a perfect day, with temperatures in the 70's.
It is heavenly.
Until the planes fly overhead.
Then it's awkward.
My gorgeous lady relatives waiting to head to church.
And guess who we ran into at church, but Lynn and her family!
I immediately texted this picture to her sister, Holly.
Lynn used to live in my parents' basement when she was 18.
When I was 18 I spent a Thanksgiving at her house in California with Holly.
I made a blanket that year that I still have and use often.
And her husband, who is a lawyer tried to talk me into being a lawyer.
I remember that conversation distinctly because he was trying to say that he didn't think he could do law school either.
I remember thinking that I really couldn't be a lawyer. He was just one of those people who was disillusioned about his own intelligence.
Now I'm a lawyer.
Oh the irony.
We met in the dentist's unfinished basement.
The white haired man is the branch president.
He is a hotel manager at the hotel right next to my great-grandparents old house.
Church was only two hours long.
They flew in the high counselor.
The missionaries taught Sunday School.
This was my favorite cottage this year.
The cottage we stay at. Right next to my other great-grandparents' old house.
By Sunday afternoon it was just me and my parents left.
We went exploring where the blue dot is below.
I took this photo for my friend, Cara. I love wooden boats in harbors.
Then we left, and guess who showed up on our ferry out?
Yup, the sister missionaries.
And Lynn!!
I loved traveling home with them.
Lynn told some amazing stories about how they found their new house.
I love her family so, so much.
What a tiny little world.
When we got to the harbor on the mainland my great uncle David was waiting for us.
I LOVE this guy.
When I was little, he and my aunt Janet were caught roller blading on the ship.
I thought that was so fun.
He was in his 60's at the very least at the time.
I keep a pair of rollerblades in my car at all times thanks to his inspiration.
He has the world's heartiest laugh.
He genuinely loves pretty much everybody.
He is in his 80's now and still keeps up with a million relatives and old friends.
He still rows and exercises.
He just makes life seem like it will be so much fun forever.
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