It has been an incredible weekend in Oklahoma…I’m back in Phoenix, one more hour until I’m back in California.
600 pictures…18 hour days…a heart filled with joy and wonder…
Yes, I did get my 24th state…but much more importantly, I was able to visit with family that I love dearly, and I was able to see so much about my family history.
I walked where my great-grandparents grew-up, saw the bridge my great-grandfather helped build during the depression, saw the train station from which my great-grandmother and her three kids left for California in 1942…I saw my great-great-great grandfather’s grave, and learned so much about him and that side of the family…as a lover of history, and as someone who treasures family beyond anything else, it was a perfect weekend.
I saw the Oklahoma City Memorial for the 1995 bombing…and that was incredible. There is such a rich history in Oklahoma–more than I ever realized.
I experienced the love for football, especially as my family lives in Norman, which is where OU is located. Go Sooners! 🙂 It was homecoming weekend there, and the town was going crazy for their team…
I was amazed at how much I felt like I fit in there. Granted, I know that I am an Okie at heart because that’s where my family is from…but this weekend as I experienced Oklahoma for the first time, I felt at home.
So, all in all, it was amazing. Below are some pictures–and I’ll create an album soon.
















