It was a blast!
Sure I wish my family was from somewhere exotic and warm, but they weren't!
And, every time I go back to that grayish-brown and brownish-gray town, I get homesick for the memories I have of the research I have done there.
I am on the hunt to learn about them and who they were...
I love going with my father because his quietness subsides and out comes the storyteller in him. His memories flood of what was and who was there...
So, even though I have never lived in Rock Springs, nor have I ever spent an extended amount of time there, the town comes alive with my research and my Dad's stories as I visit the town. I have learned so much about my family in this town, it is honestly like coming home!
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