"I thought someday I'd be six feet under, not 650 feet," states Uncle Larry.
Uncle Larry and Great Grandma Clara
Uncle Larry and Great Grandma Clara
T.J. and Aunt Karen
Sifting for salt rocks
Thanks for a great time, Grandpa Don & Grandma Verlene.
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Did you really go to the salt mines? When I got my first social work job in KS and they told me the old files were "in the salt mine," I thought it was just a way of saying that they were "packed away somewhere that it's hard to get to."
Yes, there really is a salt mine and it houses documents for safe keeping. Next time you're in Kansas we can make it a field trip.
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