The Road to Mount Olive

Well, I'm back from Demus or Nicodemus, Kansas. It was searing, and we had a good time. Surrounded by family and childhood memories, I could feel my ancestors whispering in my ear. Grandpapa Phil and Grandma Van saying yes, yes, yes. That's when I know I'm doing something correctly. So as my generation moves in to our golden year's I happy to do something for others and hopefully help to organize something for the next 150 years. Nicodemushomecoming.org.