The Road to Mount Olive

Well, last summer in "Demus" Nicodemus, Kansas. It was searing hot 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 right. So as my generation moves in to our golden years's I happy to do something for others and hopefully help to organize and develop something that will last for the next 150 years. Nicodemushomecoming.org. visit our website. Happy Homecoming.