Thanksgiving or Christmas back in those days meant a thousand or so mile trip from Wyoming back to Oklahoma. A good chunk of that trip took my then-wife and me across western Kansas. After leaving the cold, often snow-covered landscape up north, it was almost magical arriving in Kansas as we rolled past one green […]

Thanksgiving or Christmas back in those days meant a thousand or so mile trip from Wyoming back to Oklahoma. A good chunk of that trip took my then-wife and me across western Kansas.
After leaving the cold, often snow-covered landscape up north, it was almost magical arriving in Kansas as we rolled past one green field of winter wheat after another. And it was usually warmer. There was a sense of anticipation as we journeyed homeward, listening to Alabama's Christmas CD (her favorite), High Plains Public Radio, or some other Christmas music. There was much joy and thankfulness present when we arrived at our families' doors.
Those are good memories, and my work travels this time of year sometimes remind me of those days.
I think it was on such long trips that I fell in love with the idea of Kansas. Anyway, a seed (perhaps sunflower?) was planted that eventually led to moving here in 1998. Personal and family circumstances had changed by then, and it was just the right time to move back closer to family. Sometimes the Lord directs your paths, and this was definitely the case for my new family, as I was accepted into graduate school at Fort Hays and my wife, Kathie, began work at Hays Medical Center.
Anyway, some 20+ years later, I'm still glad we moved to Kansas and don't plan on leaving. This is home. Thanksgiving brings different memories now, but, thankfully, the trips to share this holiday with family are much shorter now.