The Barnhurst's: Uncle Harold

This trip we got to spend some really special and fun time with Uncle Harold.

From the time we pulled into Grandma Great's driveway the kids were asking to go see Uncle Harold. He is so good to them--always ready with a treat and lots of love. Abby thinks the world of him and Clara joined his fan club this trip as well!

The first night we were there we got to watch Uncle Harold frame his art work that I picked out for us to bring home! It was so fun to listen to his stories, songs, and watch him work his artistic magic. We all really enjoyed it. While the kids played, and Clara slept in Dan's arms, Uncle Harold spent some good quality time showing us special things about his studio. I especially loved hearing about the John Deere pocket knife that David gave him weeks before he passed away. Uncle Harold had the knife put in a shadow box and took it to show David. Harold has kept the finger print left on the glass that belonged to David. I also really enjoyed seeing pictures and hearing stories from Street Daddy's. When we went inside he showed us a painting he recently did that is absolutely gorgeous and really made me think of my Grandpa Breinholt. Harold captured the lighting on a lake during the beautiful Fall perfectly. He is a self-made talented artist.

The kids loved listening and dancing to Harold playing his harmonica and guitars. Clara warmed right up and danced around saying "more" when the music ended.

Even though they are blurry, these pictures are too cute not to include.

Fishing at his pond. Chris, Drayton, and Jake.

Tess caught one!

Enjoying some hotdogs and the fire in Uncle Harold's shop.

Kelsey and Clara

Grandma with her grands and great-grands!
I love this picture of Grandma and Abby smiling at each other!

All of us there that night.

Later that night, I walked into Harold's living room with Clara on my hip to see the other kids dancing around. Clara wouldn't get down at first but then she warmed right up to the crowd of people and LOVED it. That girl has got some rhythm. Once again, she asked for "more"when Harold would stop.

We spent our last night with Uncle Harold and then enjoyed a southern breakfast of eggs, grits and bacon. Abby devoured the grits!

Tess and Abby tried buttermilk for the first time. Tess kinda liked it. Abby, not so much.

We had to get a little more music in before we hit the road.

On our way back we stopped at Cracker-Barrel. Abby ordered grits but after one bite declared that they weren't as good as Uncle Harold's and wouldn't eat them.