I Head a Church Bell, Softly Chime

These are my grandparents, Gordy and Carol Grindeland, in the spot where they had their first kiss sixty-three years ago. This spot, precisely, is the vestibule of my great-grandparent's house in Prospect Park, Minneapolis. They were thirteen.

For the last nine months, I have been living in Prospect Park. I feel a jolt of happiness every time I realize how I am connected I am to my grandparent's history. I voted for president in the elementary school where they met. I jog past the church where they got married.
I will be sad when I move away next month.

Together, my grandparents are inventors, authors, and travelers. When they were in their thirties, they retired for a year and took their three kids on a twelve month Odyssey around the lower forty-eight and Hawaii. I love their spirit of adventure.

They have been married for 57 years, as of May.

Note:
-You can see my great-grandparent's house in the Chomp website my sister and I made for G and G. (Its the one on Arthur Ave.)
-My grandpa wrote a book about their year's journey called A Camping Man's Dream.

Also, the photo frame came from Photoshop Hero. Thanks, Pshero!