"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime"-MARK TWAIN

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Another Milestone

Those of you that have followed this blog the past few years know we have only one grandchild.  We have been awefully proud of her many accomplishments though the years.  A few pics from the past.

First there was the little t-ball player, and on through the years.  All the way to playing college ball on a full scholarship.

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It wasn’t all softball, though.  She could be Nana’s best kitchen assistant,

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a living doll,

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or a true Southern Belle.

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She was an artist, doing a self portrait as an art project in school.

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She was a Homecoming Queen in high school, and an honor graduate from college.

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This past weekend was another milestone in her life.  The expression on her dad’s face says it all.

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His (our) baby girl was getting married.

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It was a wonderful weekend.  She was a beautiful bride, getting married to a outstanding young man.

I think the expression on her face tells it all.

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Another milestone in her life.  May this milestone last a lifetime…..jc

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Just a short Catch-up


The last time I posted we were spending a day or two on the Tennessee-Tombigbee waterway.  We were on our way East to Charleston, SC and Savannah, GA.  It was a relaxing trip with few pictures taken. 

On the way we stopped in Plains, GA to visit a Presidential museum.  Do you remember him?

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We made our way on to Charleston, checked into a RV park, and went in search of something we hadn’t had in 46 years.  The last time being when we lived in the Charleston area while I was in the Navy.

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She Crab Soup.  A Charleston/Low Country tradition.  No, I don’t know the difference between she crab and he crab.

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We spent four days in the Charleston area, looking for old haunts, trying to find our old home location, visiting the weapons station where I was stationed.  To say things had changed would be an awesome understatement.  Charleston was once a military town, but it’s now all about tourism.  And, they have capitalized it to the max.  We had a wonderful time, there.

From Charleston, we moved down the coast a hundred miles or so to Savannah, GA.  We were meeting a few friends at Skidaway Island state park which was located just a few miles from downtown.  We toured the town which was beautiful, but seemed we spent most of our time eating.  While on the riverfront, Yelp, the restaurant finding app, said there were 102 restaurants within one half mile of where we were standing.  Hard to imagine, but all one had to do was look around. Restaurants, everywhere.  Many even catered to pets dining underneath the tables, while their owners dined above.

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We stood in line beginning at 10 AM, to get into Mrs. Wilkes Boarding House when it opened at !!.  Four meats, and twenty two bowls of side dish’s on every table.  Quite the experience.

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I found some interesting brews in the corner pubs.

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We cooked up our customary pancake breakfast for the friends at the campground.

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And, I had to try a Low Country Boil.

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It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great.  If these folks ever discover Zataran’s and Tony Chachere’s, there world will be changed for the better.

That’s it.  All cell phone phone pictures.  I’m getting lazy….jc

Monday, October 16, 2017

An Alabama Ghost Town


I know it’s hard to believe.  Another post, already.

We decided that it was time we hit the road for a bit. We’re still adjusting to the new Casita.  Just as we were leaving home on Sunday morning we received a call that my brother in law was admitted to the hospital.  Not wanting to get too far from home, we made our first stop Service CoE campground on the Tenn-Tom Waterway.  We’ve stopped here numerous times before, and always enjoy the peace and quiet, as well as watching the towboats out our door.

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Wanda had no idea what was lurking behind her.  We call them Wolf Spiders.  They always show up in the Fall.

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It was hot and humid when we arrived, but as darkness fell, the cool front could be spotted upriver.

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The rains came overnight and we awoke to clearing skies and cool temperatures.  Made one change from shorts and tee shirt to jeans and long sleeves. Beautiful.

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As we have traveled this route often, I was always puzzled by a sign on the highway pointing to Blandon Springs.  Since we were to be here for a couple of days, we decided this would be a good time to find out more.

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It was once an Alabama State Park, but has been handed over to local operation by the County.  We found the springs, of which five are still visable, to be quite interesting.  They  have been capped, but each is equipped with a hand pump which still delivers an evil smelling water.  Reminded me of Yellowstone.

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There’s not much left of Bladon Springs.  The cemetery, and this beautiful little “no name” church about a quarter mile apart.

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And every community had a crossroads merchantile.  Which would probably tell some wonderful stories if it could only speak.

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That’s all…..jc