One of our last days in Spokane saw us in the golf course, early in the morning. The Grandkids’ school foundation was doing a fund raising golf tournament, and the school’s Octet was to sing the National Anthem. Since Ashlyn is in the Octet (Yay Girl!) we chose to witness this awesome event. They have only been together five weeks, and were concerned that they wouldn’t do too well… their concerns were unwarranted! They did really well. It was fun to see them, and see the start of the tournament. It was a beautiful day, as long as you don’t mind a bit of rain on and off!
Sabbath was part of the Alumni Weekend at the school, and the Orchestral Band performed, along with the Choraliers – who invited anyone who had sung in the Choraliers in the last 50 years to join in. It sounded really great!
This picture is just because the sky was so gorgeous!
Sunday was a game with the school’s soccer team versus alumni… meaning young kids against the old guys! Both sides thought they would dominate the game, and they were both wrong! I think the final score was 5-4 in favor of the youngsters, but in the last second the alumni made a shot that hit the edge of the goal and bounced the wrong way. Neither team dominated, both seemed to have a good time.
Sunday afternoon we headed home. Do you wonder what the red checkerboarded towers are? You don’t? Well, I did. A little research revealed that they are water towers for the city, but not the airport. The airport has its own unique water system.
We were scheduled through Denver and on to Lincoln. We wouldn’t arrive in Lincoln until 11 pm, but I figured we could live with that. As we approached Denver, we were told that the wind wouldn’t let us land – DIA was closed. We diverted to Laramie. Sigh. It looked like we’d certainly miss our flight on to Lincoln. We sat in Laramie about an hour, and were told than nobody could get out of the plane. Except one lucky guy – his final destination was Laramie so they let him off… the whole plane applauded for him! We then flew to Denver, which had opened by then, and found our Lincoln flight was still there! We had almost an hour till that flight. The only bad part was that we didn’t get home till 2:15 am. A bit past my bedtime!
The next day included a serious nap! Cherryl took a break from unpacking her stuff, and fell asleep reading on her iPad.
Wednesday we got a note on the door informing us that in two to four weeks the city would be planting trees in our neighborhood’s parkways. First thing Thursday morning there was a team of workers planting trees! I wish all government workers were that efficient!
Now I get to the title piece… Angela, a wonderful relative of ours (I’d tell you exactly how we’re related but then I’d have to figure it out again) told me that her great grandfather had a patent on an automotive turn indicator… in 1923! Then she backed up her story with photos of the patent! How cool is that!?
It looks like the huge arrow on the left fender could be aimed with a knob on the steering wheel. It probably would have taken off, if some joker hadn’t started using blinking lights to indicate turns. What a loss! But how cool that one of our ancestors had such a cool patent! Thanks Angela for sharing this with us!!
