Leaving Arizona...

As we were leaving Arizona, heading east, we decided to take a side trip to Benson and St. David, Arizona to see where my father was born and raised.

 Our first stop was Benson, Arizona, where dad 

was born.

Downtown Benson. Hasn't changed in 100 years.

Next stop, St. David...

Dad's school, it's still standing. He said that he would sit

across the street watching them lay brick by brick.

Next to it they have built a new addition.

Across the street was this little store. I wasn't sure if this

existed when dad lived there, but it sure looks like it

could have.

We drove south of town a few miles to visit the cemetery.

 We found my great grandmother and grandfather's head stone.

 We also found this headstone of the wife of

Merlin Plumb. I know Merlin was related somehow but

I will have to check the genealogy to confirm it.

This is the church where dad was the janitor.

These buildings are across from the church and one of them

use to be the market where dad bought the "coffee" cake

and then threw it out because it said, "coffee" on it.

This little store is right next to the stores in the above picture

so it could also be the store. Dad will have to

tell me if any of them are the famous store.

A beautiful new ward building is just a block from

the road that dad's house was on,

Entry to the farm...

We drove down the lane (which is now private) but

the only thing on the road was a beat up trailer

and a barn that could have been there when dad lived here.

It looked like it could blow over in the next wind storm.

Another view of the "farm."

The dirt road heading back to the main road

from the farm.

Across the street from the farm was the sand plant.

Not really sure of the exact location.

Heading out of St. David, just leaving the farm. The

"wash," San Pedro River is just ahead.

Picture of the "wash." Pretty dry.

It was fun to see the places that dad has told us so many stories about. I just wish dad could have been with us to let us know what we were really looking at. I'm sure he would have been able bring the area to life because it sure looked like it hasn't changed since it was established in 1877.