On the way home from AZ we decided to take a small little detour ti a little town of Woodruff. This town means a lot to my heritage. The head stone above is what I think it my great great Grandparents. I think that Sarah is the Mother to my Great Grandma Shumway. But I don't know that for sure.
These two pictures above and below are the front and back of my Great Grandparents graves. On the back it shows all the names of the 18 children that they had. Pretty cool if you ask me! I only saw one other Shumway but I guess I should have looked for more because I know that some children died at birth. Maybe if I ever end up going back I will look into that.
When I was a youth we did a trek that ended in woodruff and this is where we stayed the night and crossed the river. We actually took the handcarts across the river which was pretty cool.
This is the house that my Grandparents raised 18 children in. I know it's hard to tell from the picture but it wasn't a very big house.
This picture above is the beaut in Woodruff. As a kid I had a shirt that had this mountain on it that we got at a Shumway reunion.
My sister Andrea found a horny toad and they all loved looking at it and thought it was so cool!
We decided to go exploring on a hill behind my Parents house where as a kid we would find pottery that the Indians left behind from their pots. As a kid my Grandpa would tell us stories about the Indians and how they would make fire by rubbing 2 rocks together to create a spark and then they would signal to the other camps that we also on a hill near by. Pretty cool stuff if you ask me.
