February 22nd, we had a light snowfall. It was over and beginning to melt by mid-morning. Normally I avoid the area, blaming it for the worst case of poison oak EVER. But on this day I walked up behind the shop, clicked a few pictures and moved on about my business. It wasn't until looking … Continue reading staying the path
Category: My Sunday Post
summer is done
It's time to move on. I could ramble on about summer vacation memories for a long time, but I'd rather not. Don't want to be that online version of the friend who drags out their slides and shows you a million pictures every time you come for a visit. So here are a few last … Continue reading summer is done
davy crockett, judge roy bean and grace in between…
I grew up watching the adventures of Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone on TV. My mother made me wear dresses, but my heart longed for a coonskin cap and buckskin jacket. I was happy to learn both men weren't just television caricatures, but real people who participated in the building of America. In my child's … Continue reading davy crockett, judge roy bean and grace in between…
course correction, one step at a time…
Three things stood out in my thoughts this week: Amazement that my husband and I celebrated our 48th wedding anniversary - A memory from our summer road trip in which I considered being dropped off at the nearest airport because I didn't want to ride with him anymore - And a sentence I read in … Continue reading course correction, one step at a time…
rivers of story
We remember the Alamo and read about Gettysburg. And who doesn't know about the Titanic, or has seen the movie? But do you remember the Sultana? Probably not. I heard the story of the Sultana steamboat while cruising the Mississippi River at Memphis. April 27, 1865, the Sultana exploded a few miles up river … Continue reading rivers of story
knowing where you are, but maybe not…
We hadn't planned on staying the night in Salt Lake City. Of course, we also hadn't planned on loosing time to an oil leak in the truck and a flat tire on the trailer. We were two days behind on our journey and Doug wanted to make that up. But we needed fuel. And we … Continue reading knowing where you are, but maybe not…
the familiar place i’d never been…
Even though I studied geography in school like any other kid, and even though I have a quilted map of the United States of America hanging on the wall above my sewing machine (doesn't everyone?)... I always thought of Indiana as a way, way, way, north state. It felt odd to leave Kentucky (to me, … Continue reading the familiar place i’d never been…
my favorite day
We spent eleven full days visiting our son and his family in North Carolina. Any one of those days could easily be considered a favorite. We're not hard to please... just sitting around drinking coffee qualifies. Did the occasional afternoon nap qualify? Yes. Yes it did. Fortunately we share a fondness for haunting antique shops, … Continue reading my favorite day
good people
At a stop light in Corydon, Indiana, a young man jumps out of his pick-up truck and runs behind ours. Before we can even think what's happening... "your gas cap was off", he yells with a smile and thumbs up as he jumps back into his truck... Young people learning summer jobs at the KOA … Continue reading good people
at home wherever you roam
In spite of the fact I can hardly wait to go places and have new experiences... it is often done with much gritting of teeth and stifled discomfort. Doesn't make sense, does it? I want to go, but I want to stay. I want to experience new, but I love the familiar. I want to … Continue reading at home wherever you roam
