Pig Roast At Wallace Stone (Or Papa Shows Off His Grandkids)

quarry1My husband Hungarian Work Horse is a quarry man. That means he is one of the few guys at Wallace Stone Quarry that helps harvest stone for many applications. If you live in Michigan you have probably driven on some of that stone. This place is a source of income to our family as my son-in-law Mike and my brother-in-law Arnie also work there. Although the guys sometimes complain about their work the dedication to this place holds me in awe of the work ethics that are instilled working at a place that can be tedious and dangerous at times. I know that The Horse loves that place and he will miss it when he retires. This post is about a pig roast they put on every year for their employees and friends to show appreciation. It also gives this Papa and Daddy an opportunity to show the grandkids the beauty of the stone and some of the equipment that they use.

IMG_1305We had Miss Peaches with us and this is how she looked when we first got there. Charlie and Naked Bath Baby too were along for the ride. Papa and I ate our food sitting in the car waiting for her to wake up to join the fun.

IMG_1309IMG_1316We went inside diggers.

IMG_1310I think this could be an ad for Caterpillar.

IMG_1312Water anyone?

IMG_1314Some of the buildings are the original buildings that started  the quarry. Now I get it when HWH says the shovel building and the horse building. This quarry was a place people lived and worked at like an old miner town.

 

IMG_1318The kids loved it in the tires.

IMG_1320Big dumper.IMG_1315All the kids got on with Papa.

IMG_1322These things are huge.

IMG_1328Then Papa decided to take them to see the gravel train. It was a long walk.

IMG_1329Peach got tired so she hitched a ride.

IMG_1330Made it there.

IMG_1333IMG_1334The girls loved being in the train and Mackenzie as usual got to drive.

IMG_1336Then we started walking to the car because Papa wanted to show us the plant where he crushes the stone. These two our oldest and our youngest granddaughters have him wrapped around their little fingers.

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These are some of the things we saw on the way back.

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Here is the plant where Papa and sometimes Daddy crushes the stone. They walk those catwalks all day long. It’s no wonder Papa is so fit and handsome. He gets a work out here.

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The kids learned that their Dad and Papa are quarry men and they are proud. Little Dude and Minnie had to leave early to go to another party and they were sad. I could see Little Dude’s imagination going crazy as he was getting to go on all of the equipment.

IMG_1363Guess what he was for Halloween? A quarry man of course. He has loved diggers from the time he could dig and now that I think of it why wouldn’t he! It’s in his blood. If I had the money I would buy him that quarry and just bask in his happiness but for now I guess I will just watch his imagination and the girls too as they say proudly to people , “My Papa runs the belt.” That’s quarry talk. If you want to know what it means ask Little Dude or Alexis because they will tell you proudly.

I will carry that day in my heart for the rest of my life. My husband and son-in-law make me proud the way they love these kids. My sisters and I had that for such a short time with my Dad. Today my daughter Brooke and I were talking and I found out how much she loves Mike and The Work Horse like that too. She has had that love all of her life and when she says My Dad it is with unadulterated love. There is nothing more precious than the love of a child and we are so lucky to have had all of this time with them. I know that people think they will have tomorrow but sometimes tomorrow is to late. I don’t think my dad knew that morning he left to go to Saginaw would be the last time he ever saw his little girls here on this earth. This day at the quarry reminded me of that. I am so glad we have every bit of time with these precious precious kids and nothing is more important to us and so today I thank God for time. The time that I hope to use wisely with my loved ones and the courage to know that today could be my last day with them. I know to some people that sounds morbid but not to me. Reality is we only have so much time and we need to use it wisely for the sake of our kids. I wish that I could have had more time with my laughing daddy but it didn’t happen. I learned from that. I hope when my grandkids read this someday they will know how much we loved every minute with them and we never wanted to be anywhere else but with them. I just love them more than anything else on earth.Blessings everyone.

14 thoughts on “Pig Roast At Wallace Stone (Or Papa Shows Off His Grandkids)

  1. Love all the pictures with this one, Liz. Cannot believe how bog those tires are–and the mountains of stone. And little dudes costume. I know your dad was looking down on all of you that day, beaming with pride and love. Your family–and you–are such a source of love. You are right about not knowing about tomorrow, but your legacy of family and love will live on. (And I think that quarry will still be there, too:) Happy fall. Hope you are well.

    Dadicus

    • Thanks for the comment. That quarry is really beautiful and the grandkids loved it there. I believe you are right also that family is love to me. Sometimes I hate the tough love part but know it is necessary. My dad died so young I don’t remember him ever correcting us but then maybe we just did things right when we were with him because he was so good to us.
      We are doing as best as we can right now and hope to see a change in life crap soon.
      Liz

  2. What a beautiful post! What a privilege and blessing to have men like this in your life and the lives of your children and grandchildren. I’m sure this is a day that the children will remember forever, and some day as they tell their grandchildren about the day the visited the quarry with their grandpa, they will feel so much more than the awe and excitement over the big machines. They will feel the love and security they had all around them as they grew up.

  3. Liz – this post is absolutely beautiful. And you are so ‘spot-on’ about using our time wisely – a lesson my family learned after it was too late. A lesson well learned none-the-less, and going forward into my next 50 years, I will carry with me tenderly. Thank you again for this beautiful post.

    • Thank you for such an uplifting statement. It made my day this morning after never getting to sit in front of this computer anymore. I so appreciate that you get what I am trying to say. Blessings!

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