We woke up and went to the KOA cafe for coffee, since yesterday I managed to break our French press. The coffee was very good, and we started up a conversation with our neighbors. We had a lot in common. They were both teachers, so there is always a lot to talk about when teachers get together. Wally and Marge were from Iowa. He was a rock hound like I am, too.
We continued across Oklahoma to Prague where my gggrandmother died. I really don’t know much about her, so I wanted to do some research. At the small Prague Museum I had a blast. The people were so helpful. Prague was really named after Prague in the Czech Republic. While I was researching, Steve spent some time enthralling the ladies with pictures of our visit to the European city. The pioneers who established the town were Czech (but not my relatives). My relatives came about 1900 during a big land grab. My gggrandmother and her children and step-children went to Oklahoma. I found this out from the staff at the museum. One, named Diana, came in from home to help us. She found my ggrandmothers’ obituary in the local paper. I hadn’t even realized that my gg had died in Prague. She is buried near here in Giles cemetery next to her mother who died 30 years later. It was loads of fun to look at the old pictures and read the articles. One of the step-children became a Justice of the Peace in Prague. The staff were so generous. They even got us copies of pictures of the town in the 1940‘s just before my ggg died. They made my day really special.
After the museum closed at a little past 4 (because of us), Steve and I headed out to the little old cemetery. On the way out of town we stopped at an historical marker. We assumed that it was a Native American monument since it was on Moccasin Trail. However, we were wrong; it was an obelisk of names of students on the Bobcats teams! Early on, some of those names referred to Humphrey relatives. We took off on Moccasin Trail for the cemetery. We had to go about 7 miles, the last couple of miles on a dirt road. Of course, I had left the directions to the graves in the museum, but Diana had assured me that it was a small graveyard. Steve and I checked out every grave, but we couldn’t find Martha and Nellie. The Humphreys were all in one place except for Serena Humphrey who died 2 years before my gg. But many of the stones had fallen over and except for irises we could see coming up, everything was weedy. It didn’t matter that much. We knew that the two–mother and daughter were buried side-by-side.
We (Steve) had to drive all the way back to Oklahoma City because every room in Shawnee was filled with kids for some big sports event. And of course, that made it pizza delivery night . . ..
It was a memorable day for me. I have never been close to much of my family for many reasons, the first of which is that we never knew the Humphreys because Nellie died when her little girls were so young. It is meaningful to learn more about their lives.
Tomorrow we head to Kansas to see what we can find out about Steve’s Swedish family. The fun continues!