This blog post will be especially meaningful to if you are a relation of Natalie's, because we spent the evening with Grandma Barbara's cousin, Paul Moseley. Our evening started with homemade chicken and potato soup, fresh berries and garlic toast at home. Then we changed clothes and went to one of our favorite restaurants, called Romano's, where we met Paul and had cheesecake and coffee, while Paul had a dinner salad.
He told us many stories of his time in Alaska, and about the family members he knew so well. Natalie and I listened with rapt attention, which was quite easy because he is a witty, lively storyteller, and he also asked many questions about the family and about us.
After a couple of hours together, we parted company and headed back to the apartment. As I was pulling in, I remembered that we had seen, not very far from our apartment, a building named for Homer Moseley. I am not sure exactly what the building is used for, but I think it might be some kind of Youth House, because there are always bikes parked out front.
At dinner, Paul told us Uncle Curtis and Aunt Margaret's address, which is also in our neighborhood, and we went to look it up. It is a very cute little bungalow, and the current owners have obviously done a good job of maintaining the property.
We have spent the rest of our evening packing for our return trip, which neither of us is too excited about. There is something about Alaska that gets in your blood, and it will be hard to leave this place. But duty calls...I have not seen Nate and Lily in several weeks, and Natalie must start school very soon. Hope your week has been full of blessings...much love to all!
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