Grafton

On our way back from Zion we made a stop in Grafton. It's a ghost town that Andy's Grandma Frehner lived in when she was young. I've heard about this place since before Andy and I got married but we never made the trip to go see it until now. It makes me sad that we never went with Grandma so she could tell us all her memories of this beautiful place. The house she grew up in is the one of 2 houses left. Next to her house is the church/school house, across the road is the smaller house. I can imagine her on the front porch playing in the shade or skipping down the dirt road to school. I have such a love for Andy's heritage. I feel so much love and respect for them because of their faith and hardships they endured so well.