Cordova, Alaska

Weekend before last, I had the pleasure of traveling with my mom and Sophia to Cordova, AK, where I spent the first 5-6 years of my life. It was amazing to be there again, but this time with my daughter. It was fun hearing Mom's stories and seeing Sophia play in places I had played as a little girl. And, of course, it rained and poured almost the whole time.

Sophia had a great bonding time with Grandma Donna. They played and laughed (I think my mom laughed more than Sophia!). It is always nice to see them together. (Note: Sophia looks a little "serious" in this picture, but let it be known that she did have a wonderful time! For example, the first night she didn't go to sleep until well after midnight, as the ferry ride made her way to excited.)



I can't even describe how much it meant to me to see the house I was born in. Even though it was somewhat worn down, it didn't change the fact that it was where I drew my first breath. I just kept thinking, "Who could ever be expected to get a house re-painted in all of this rain!"


Cordova is not only the place where I was born, or where my older sisters went to high school, but also where my nephew Kenneth is buried. It sent chills all through my body to stand next to him, and to have Sophia "meet" her cousin here on earth.


Kenneth has moved on to a much bigger and better place. Keep him company, John, until we get there.