Roots & Connections

Roots & Connections: One story of how our past finds its place in our present

 

Throwing it waaaay back today. A glimpse of my sweet mama as a child {circa 1950ish}, in her Grandpa’s greenhouse.

Sometimes I don’t really think about how far back my “green thumb” roots go, but it hit me one day standing in the fields this summer on our farm. And I remembered some old photos of my mom in the family greenhouse.

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Roots & Connections: One story of how our past finds its place in our present
{My mama with her dad and Grandpa}

My Great Grandpa Ripley had a greenhouse & floral business in Colorado Springs, CO, a few blocks from their home. My Grandpa Stoddard worked for him there in the early days & my mama spent plenty of time among the rows of plants.

The greenhouse business was sold decades ago, but there was a time when it was still a local floral business. I remember popping by to get flowers to take to the cemetery for my Great Grandparents & Grandparents and trying hard to feel their connection to the place.
 

Roots & Connections: One story of how our past finds its place in our present
{Work on the Mintert farm}

 

Of course, I can can also draw connection from my dad’s side of the family, who were made up of farmers from Missouri. My dad spent plenty of time visiting the big Mintert family farm there, and even lived there while his dad was stationed in Korea. The main house on the farm is still standing & was home to my dad’s uncle until just last year.
 

Roots & Connections: One story of how our past finds its place in our present
{My dad & his Missouri cousins}

 

I didn’t spend any time on a farm growing up. I did, however, spend plenty of time with my hands {and everything else} in the dirt. My brothers & I were outdoor kiddos. That’s where our imaginations took off and where I watched them always building & constructing “things”. We did have a veggie garden for a time, and I remember sneaking fresh peas out of there.
 

Roots & Connections: One story of how our past finds its place in our present
{Me in one of my dirt holes in the yard}

 

Trying to find those connections.

I feel it in the flowers I grow. I watch Sam among the rows and can picture our future kiddos doing the same.

Children of plants, of dirt, of growth. Connection. Roots.

Rooted.
 

Roots & Connections: One story of how our past finds its place in our present
{Gardening on the farm this summer}

 

And it makes you wonder what our children will remember? How they’ll look back at the photos we took. Which parts will stand out in their mind. How will they sort out those connections?

Will they still be rooted in the dirt?

One can only be present. And hope.

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2 thoughts on “Roots & Connections

    1. I’m very thankful to know a lot about parts of our family history. Wish more was written down or recorded for my mom’s side now, but my dad has made a big effort to compile things on his side.

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