Our son, Saint Charles

On the banks of the Missouri River (we think) rests a quaint little town called St Charles, named after our son, who was recently sainted.

This town was the first state capital of Missouri, and also the first stop for Lewis and Clark as they embarked on their expedition. The town is quite proud of its heritage, and a few weeks ago we joined them in celebrating.

Parades, re-enactors, horses, art, food (chicken and dumplings just like grandmas, must have been authentic). Good times.

Charles enjoyed the parade of fifers, drummers, and bagpipers:

 When we grow up and get a job in St Charles our little Charles will join the  Lewis and Clark Drum and Fife Corps. They remind of us of Christina and her marching band. The corps is composed of kids 10-18 who march around the area dressed in heavy wool and playing their tunes.

Exploring the town:

Some of the shows and exhibits:

Local folk band and dancing tourist:

Lovely:

In one of the souvenier shops there was a pile of knitted scrap washcloths. Just like Grandma Nelson makes us for Christmas. She could be rich . . .

What's next mum and dad? 

How about a demolition derby!!!!! 

(Post coming soon . . .)