The First Graduate

In the last week, we have traveled almost 1,500 miles and covered four states and two major life events for three people. It's our own version of four weddings and a funeral except there was only one wedding, no funeral and one graduation.

The first part had us driving to Kentucky to celebrate my stepson’s graduation from high school. First, we had a graduation party my father-in-law a.k.a. The Bob-Father’s farm with various family members including my parents who made the trip as well.

At one point the boys separated and headed down to the pond to fish while the girls went to ride horses.


We gifted Cary with a new laptop for college. We would have given him this even if he hadn’t of written a poem called My Hero for his dad and one for me called The Step-Monster.

Then we made a trip to my mother-in-law’s house to spend some time with her before the graduation ceremony.


Graduation was very nice and fast too with only 120 students in the graduation class.
Father and son, before graduation. It's been a long time since I took this picture of them.


I assume since Cary went to an all-boys high school, there wasn’t a lot of concern about caps being bobby pinned to stay in place.

I graduated from a small private high school and we didn’t wear caps and gowns. The girls wore long white dresses and carried a dozen red roses while the boys wore tuxedos. Every graduation class has their picture taken on the stairs of the large house on campus and it’s posted along the hallways in the school. This tradition still continues today.

Applause was held til the end of the presentation of diplomas.

Who brought this kid with the noise maker?

Oh yeah, me.