We had one more important stop to make in Iowa and went to the cemetery where my dad, his dad, and many other relatives are buried.
It was the first visit for the boys, and they were very helpful with putting out flowers.
They also enjoyed working with their second cousins to pick up some little apples.
Here's the farmhouse where my dad and his dad grew up. It's not in the family anymore, but it'll always be what I think of when I remember our annual summer visits to Iowa.
We attempted to get a picture of Grandma with almost all of her great-grandchildren--just missing Summer! 
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