We spent last week in the Mississippi River valley communities of Rock Island, Illinois—where my sister Barb and her family have lived for some 20 years, and where my Mom now lives; and Muscatine, Iowa, where I spent my middle school and high school years and where my sister Patti and her family live.
We had a great week. It is good and important to spend time with family—time filled with moments of nostalgia, commiseration, and hysteria. Returning to this area where I spent developmental years of my life I’m always reminded how beautiful it is, with the lush cornfields leaning toward long vistas; the land dropping dramatically to the mighty river, prominently in so many views.
In addition to visiting Mom, which I’ve written about, we also attended a get-together with my high school class (Class of 72), enjoyed the small town charms of Rock Island, had a campfire, benefited from Barb and Ray’s hospitality, and traded many stories with sisters and brothers in law and cousins and nieces and nephews aplenty. It had been some 20 months since our last Quad Cities area visit. It was well worth the long drive.