Posted by: notsofancynancy | May 13, 2013

Road Trip: A Comedy of Errors, Part 5

Road Trip: A Comedy of Errors, Part 5

Nebraska Corn Field

Nebraska Corn Field

Saturday morning we slept until seven and David got on the road to pick up that darn suitcase in Omaha. Doris came and picked me up and had great news. The Quartermaster medal was found and was waiting at the front desk for her.  I am so glad it was found. We met at the front desk and the girl at the counter looked all over and could not find it. She promised to find it and have it ready when we got back. Doris sure is a sweet lady, I would have been in a panic she just rolled with the punches.

Holdrege, Nebraska

Holdrege, Nebraska

We got in the car and headed first to see the land the Cain’s farm. They grow both corn and soy beans and I learned that the crops had to be rotated each season between the two. Amazing in this part of the country there are fields as far as one can see. We went by their house and I saw my first yellow finch at her feeder. We just did a drive by and headed out to Holdrege. I can’t tell you how many times the thought went through my head “I could so live here.” When I saw a tractor working I thought “I could so spend my day on that tractor.” I must have been a farmer in another life.

National Guard Armory, Holdrege, Nebraska

National Guard Armory, Holdrege, Nebraska

Holdrege was where many of the men from my father’s original 110th Quartermaster Regiment came from, including Marvin Cain.  We saw the old armory and went on to the Prairie Museum.  Doris told me there is a great display donated by one of the last living members of the 110th Quartermaster, Harry Dalstrom. Sadly the museum was closed and we did not have time to wait. It was then off to Lexington to see what we could see. I did not find lions, tiger’s, or bears but I did see a male pheasant. He was one of the most beautiful birds I have ever seen.

Methodist Church, Lexington, Nebraska

Methodist Church, Lexington, Nebraska

I found the Church my parents got married at. Although they did not have a church wedding they were married by the pastor there. Then we drove on to Cozad.

Woodside Headstone

Woodside Headstone

I had no idea where to go in Cozad. As I mentioned my great-grandparents homesteaded there in the late 1800’s. The only place I could think of going was the cemetery.  We pulled into the cemetery and one of the first headstones I saw was a Woodside. I jumped out of the car and ran over. I am not sure what I expected but they were not names I recognized. I took pictures anyway and found Doris at the directory. She found several other Woodside’s but once again I did not know the first names. We walked around a bit then headed back to Lexington to one another cemetery. Now that I am home I found that in one way or another I am related to the Woodside’s in the Cozad cemetery.

My Great Uncle and his Wife

My Great Uncle and his Wife

The weather was perfect and Doris and I walked around the cemetery and found no one I knew. This whole time Doris had been calling a friend who lived in Lexington to ask how to get to places.

Another Great Uncle

Another Great Uncle

From the last cemetery Doris’s friend knew of one more cemetery and it was close. I knew my family was not there as it was the Catholic cemetery but I knew my father’s best buddy, Robert “Bob” Winter and his wife was there.  We drove in and the first name I see is Ozanne. That is a name I remember hearing from when I was young. I am not sure why I remembered that name but I can remember hearing it, it was a name I remembered hearing. In fact I was able to find Mr. Ozanne’s birth and burial records and added him to Find a Grave. I hopped out and ran over to see if Alan was there. Sure enough he was there with his family.  I knelt down and touched his headstone as tears threatened to leak from my eyes.

Allen Ozanne

One of the men Dad talks about in his letters, Allen Ozanne

We then went off to find Mr. Winter. I must say I got real emotional visiting each of these graves a whole lot more than I thought I would. When I found Robert “Bob” Winter and Madeline, who my father talked so much about in his letters my eyes more than threatened. I feel like I know them as Dad talks about them so much in his letters. Bob was Dad’s best buddy and he really helped Dad get through the way. For this I thanked them both. It was hard to leave them. On the back of the headstone listed Bob and Madeline’s son’s names and I am going to try to find them and send them a letter. Since Bob plays such a big role in my father’s story I feel they need to know. I know you may not see this in my writing but I am pretty shy.

My Dad's best buddy, Bob and his Wife Madeline

My Dad’s best buddy, Bob and his Wife Madeline

This was certainly a day in honor of my father, his family, and the soldier’s my father served with.  I had a great time and I feel like even though Doris and Roger are not related they are certainly my family now.

When we got back to the hotel the Quartermaster pin was waiting at the front desk and I sighed a sigh of relief. David was on his way back from feeding the horses. He picked up something to eat, we went to the pool, and soaked in the hot tub and once back in the room I feel into a deep sleep.

We had only gone about 300 miles on our trip (Well David had driven a lot further) and the next day would be a full day. Starting in Kearney, Nebraska and ending in Cedaredge, Colorado where we would stay another two nights. We were still two days behind. Although we would not catch up we would at least not lose any more time, or would we?

Road Trip: A Comedy of Errors, Part 1

Road Trip: A Comedy of Errors, Part 2

Road Trip: A Comedy of Errors, Part 3

Road Trip: A Comedy of Errors, Part 4


  1. Oh, how wonderful was this trip! How cool to find these markers. How not-so-great to leave your luggage 2 1/2 hours back! Sorry I haven’t been by to leave a comment – but I have been reading on my smartie phone.
    Loved this – wish I could take a road trip – my mom’s family settled in Chickasaw, Iowa.

  2. most interesting journey, full of mileage, mishaps and memorials – a truly moving account

  3. It sounds like you had a wonderful and successful time in Nebraska. When I saw the ‘Winter’ marker I sat up straight in my chair and made sure I was seeing right. My maiden name is Winter. We have some Roberts in our family but as far as I know none of our family lived in Nebraska. My sister has a very large website with our family genealogy. Don’t you just love visiting places of your ancestors, I know I sure love doing that.

    • It was a magical trip walking where my ancestors had. It was the first time since I was about 10 that I was in Nebraska. It really enjoyed myself and it was worth all that happened to get there.

  4. Your chance to make the most of the ‘lost’ day was so lucky!

    • I know right? It was as though it was meant to be!

      • Yup, things do fall into place 😉

  5. Your trip seems well orchestrated even though you are a little behind. There’s a lot of information to be had at cemeteries. I wonder how people in the future will trace ancestry since so many don’t get buried anymore (not my plan either).

    • Have you heard about “Find a Grave?” It is pretty amazing as I am able to visit a lot of my family online where in real life I may never get to their graves. A lot of cemeteries are online now. I am a contributor so I have added quite a few people. Some my family some day’s I may go to a local cemetery and take pictures of headstones. Then I come home and see if these people are already on “Find a Grave,” sometimes they may be there and I can add the picture of the headstone to their memorial pages, Sometimes they are not there and I can add them in case their family may look for them. A lot of times if you have the burial information and what cemetery you can add them yourself then their are volunteers in the area and you can submit a request for someone to take a picture. With some time you will have your picture. I will be forever in their debt because that is how I found most of the families of the soldiers Dad served with. I found them on Find a Grave and left messages on their memorial pages and somehow or another the family will hear. It has helped find a dozen families at least. Love Find a Grave and it is truly the wave of the future. My dad was cremated and I was able to add him and put a picture of the place his ashes were scattered. Now my family can visit online and leave flowers and messages from all over the USA. I will also and hope someone will do the same for me.

  6. What a great project Nancy. I hadn’t heard of it until your post. My ancestors settled in an area of Alberta that has done a 5 year project to recognize contributions of settlers and there’s a fun heritage park built there too. You might have read those posts. My Aunty and I put together our families applications for our name to be included on markers there. The same group is in the process of putting all cemetery info on line too. Unfortunately it’s a very rural area and some of the cemeteries do not even have a church anymore so it’s a long process. Good luck with your projects, it’s awesome or you to be a contributor to their site.

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