Need to be Thankful

We know by now some of my best ideas come to me in the middle of a dark cold night. It is 4:40AM and I have lit the fireplace because our house heat is not able to keep up with the cold outside. Brian is in bed sleeping and Princess is laying by the fire and all I have to do today is make cranberries and brussel sprouts and show up at my sisters this afternoon. I will watch the Macy's Day parade with the same excitement that an avid football viewer watches the commercials during the Super Bowl. I love to watch before hand the Broadway actors performances and of course the bands. Just a small local plug, Tarpon High School's band made the big trip to NYC this year. Congrats to them. This is one of the days they will always remember.

Last night on my last break before Thanksgiving I was in the break room because it was too cold to go outside and walk a couple laps around the parking garage. So I sat down and on the tv as usual was HGTV. Here is another episode of people looking to purchase a new home and the journey through the process. Yeah right. I do not know anyone who would qualify to be on the show. Tonight's episode brings us to Suburban somewhere in the US and the husband is a computer engineer and the wife is a radiologist. Does that even happen in real life. I thought the husband works retail and the wife works in a call center. Oh that must be a different show.

So this not so normal couple and their 2.5 kids that each need their own bedroom and we need a Master Suite are looking for their new home with a budget of $800,000. This must be a dream because our little household will take about 10 years to earn that amount of money. So off we go now remember I am only on a 15 minute break.

The first house is a colonial over 5,000 square feet. For those of you that are normal and have no idea how large that is, when I worked for Eckerd the average store was 10,000 square feet. So you now can understand how they need that kind of space for their family of almost 6. Back to show. As they walk in they notice the beautiful grand entryway and staircase. In my house this is the called the front door and front step. In the old days the stoop. We are noticing the woodwork and as we head into the formal dining room again the fine workmanship and large room would be perfect for seating a State Dinner. Now it is almost time for me to get up and bam they walk into a kitchen that is bigger than my living room and it is gorgeous. Beautiful cabinets, appliances enough counter space for 10 cooks and an island that could be used for a stage in a Broadway production and the first thing out of the woman's mouth is I do not like these counter tops. We need granite. Now I am done. I watch and I realize tv is unrealistic even this so called reality tv. But here is what got me she said she "NEEDED GRANITE COUNTER TOPS".  Let me say it again so it can sink in she NEEDED GRANITE COUNTER TOPS. Well I look over at the lady that is there on most of my breaks and I said she may NEED rice to eat but she does not NEED granite counter tops. This lady on tv has no idea what she actually needs. Now back to the phones.

So just so you know I am not crazy a customer tonight's modem would not power on. No power, no internet that simple. We have very few but we did have a tech available on Thanksgiving for the emergency but it is not until 4-6 pm. I set the appointment because I knew as this lady yelled at me about how she could not possibly be expected to spend Thanksgiving day without internet I knew that time slot could disappear before reality set in and she realized the only other option was waiting until Friday afternoon. I listened and tried to be sympathetic to her needs but in the end she wanted a supervisor because I could not help her.

I continue to think about the show and this customer the same way I do every time I watch that stuff on tv. How shallow have we as a people become?  I understand that watching a show like this on tv is like going to the movies and seeing some block buster movie that cost millions of dollars to make so that the actor can have a new trailer and fresh water from particular ravine in some tropical rain forest to drink and only bananas from the rarest of trees to snack on but come on people. Do we have no sense of reality anymore.

Just 60 years ago you would have on Thanksgiving gotten up in your humble abode and maybe lit a fire in the fireplace and gathered all the family together in one house and made a dinner fit for a king. Your mom in her pearls and apron would have slaved over a hot stove and not gotten a single spot on her dress and at the end of the night prepared herself a drink and kicked off her high heels. But not every house had Barbara Billingsley cooking dinner. Again, please look it up. I loved Leave It to Beaver and if you don't know who June and Ward Cleaver are and Eddie Haskell and my favorite character Judy. The little busy body girl in the Beave's class that was in every one's business. Oh yeah. My high school PE teacher referred to me as Judy. And in the show the teacher or parent would always correct her and say Judy, Judy, Judy. I might have been her a little bit. Ok. A lot. It was the 80's and it was high school. I digress. Anyway it is worth the 30 minutes and you may even get a cavity from watching because everything is so sweet.

Now of course June Cleaver was not reality either but June did not need Granite Counter tops or a Master Suite with an on Suite for those of you that don't speak 5,000 square foot home that is a bathroom off the master bedroom for just the master of the house and his wife with of course dual sinks and glass shower and Jacuzzi tub. Here I go again. We never got to the bathroom I am not sure how unrealistic her needs were there.

But I do have a point to this. We do not need Granite counter tops or Jacuzzi tubs. We do not need dual sinks in our master bathroom. We need to put food in our belly each day so that we have the energy to get up and do our job to the best of our ability. We need a roof over our heads that keeps out the cold wind and the rain.  Most of us need some mode of transportation to get to and from work and the grocery store. And we need a job to earn the money to purchases these things "We need".

We also need to be Thankful that we live in a country that we are free to eat with whomever we choose and we do not have worry that the native people of this land will kill us on the way to grandma's because they do not understand why we are here on their land and taking their food and women without asking.We can gather together outside knowing the police will not come and make us break up our gathering. We can go to church where ever we wish and pray to whomever we choose. It is not state run. We do not have to hide our religious choices.  We can even light our menorah and have our Thanksgiving dinner at the same time. Why because we live in the United States. A place where for over the last 390 years we have been able to gather together and celebrate the harvest and our bounty the good weather of the summer has brought us. And that as two different peoples they were able to help each other survive another year and prepare for a long cold dark winter with enough food and seeds in the root cellar and smoked meat to survive again until the spring thaw and they can plan next years crop. I know everyone does not believe my version of the first Thanksgiving but I know the English would not have survived without the help of the Indians in this new land so there had to be some give and take in the relationship.

As you sit down this afternoon with whomever you are close to and eat your meal of plenty with leftovers to last until Sunday. Please remember to be Thankful for the the things that you have that are way, way, way beyond your needs.  And tonight and tomorrow when you go shopping be kind to the retail employees who are working so they can provide for the needs and wants of their families as you purchase your Christmas gifts for the ones you love and yourself. Do not fight over the last big screen tv. It is not the last loaf of bread and your family will not go hungry without it. Be kind to each other on the road and in the parking lot. The parking space closest to the door of the mall with the handicapped sign is not for you unless you are truly handicapped. You can walk off that dinner as you cross the parking lot.

I am thankful today for all that I have which is more than I need. And my family that is here and far away and those that have passed on. I am thankful for my friends who like the Pilgrims and the Indians all celebrate our bountiful harvest and prepare for long cold winter in Florida. Well you know. I am thankful I live in Florida too.

Happy Thanksgiving

Socially Speaking

So I have written about social networking before. I just re-read my post on Friends and it still makes me smile. Yes. I had a particular friend in mind when I wrote that post but today I am thinking of some other people.

Facebook to me is ironic at it's best. Sometimes an oxymoron, I like that one best because sometimes things people post are exactly what they are and other people well, not so much.

You may recall from my Friends post for the most part my friends on Facebook are really my friends. I know this is crazy but they are. Some even family. Anyway. Remember the social media thing was really a start to keep up with our nieces who really don't post stuff too often and but when they do it is nice to see they are having a good time and look damn cute doing it.

The thing that has been rattling around in my head lately is the things people will post online. Now if you review back to the very beginning I have rules that I live by.

1. Never write anything down you do not want everyone to read.

So even though I started writing this blog purely to get things out of my head at some point I knew people I know are going to read it. For that reason I do not usually use peoples names when I am speaking of them. This is not to point fingers if it sounds like you maybe it is or maybe it is not. Just gives you something to think about. Sometimes there are clues for the one written about. I have used the first letter of every paragraph of a blog to spell out the person's name. I will wait while you look back and see if it is you. It was not the Friends blog.

Since I mentioned that I had a post this week on Facebook where I used adjectives that described a person and the first letter of each word was a letter in their name. I asked Brian and he knew who it was for but did not notice that the first letter of the words spelled the person's name. Maybe if I would have written the words one on top of each other instead of side by side it would have been more obvious. Maybe I just like people to wonder. What the heck is she talking about today?

So now my fair friends it makes me wonder. What is going through people's heads when they post things. Is it just something they saw and it caused them to hit Share or Like. Why sometimes when people post bad news do people Like the comment. Is that a I am with you Like or a I feel for you Like?

Why do some people post things that are crude? I know that I do not have to look at who posted the item it is always the same person. Some people always post something positive. Some people follow the crowd. If one person did it they will to. Some wear their hearts on Facebook and others show their mind is in the gutter.

This all makes me think. When a person that lies post something like the Truth will set you Free. Do they not know they are a liar? I have seen people call out friends on Facebook and disown them. Delete them in front of everyone. Some things are so personal done on such a public venue it is like having your life on TV. This is not Jerry Springer. And as far as I know none of my friends would qualify for the show. Well maybe one. But I digress.

I think some things people post are taken out of context. The casual reader that checks out what is going on once in a while. The things they read may not make sense. They may only make sense to the person writing it and maybe one other person reading it. And if it is weeks later you may not have known what happened then or why whatever it is was posted. It may have been funny or a memory might have triggered something more serious at the time but it seems strange now. Sometimes the audience the Post is for is just one person. I don't know. These strange things I read that do not make sense to me I shrug my shoulders and move on. I try not to comment that the crude person is always crude and the liar well lies. But others it bothers. Some can not scroll idly by and ignore the thing that bothers them. They must speak out. I used to be that way in real life. If you lied or spoke an untruth or were just wrong no matter where I was  and who we were with I would tell you right there and then you were wrong. I still take pride in being right always but I also have learned when to stay quiet.

Now here is where the problem comes in. Because one person posted something another person posts something about that but not necessarily as a comment. Someone else reads the post which even for the daily follower is out of context and now we got 3 different people thinking 3 different things. One is mad, one upset and the other is just moving on.

It is getting late and I guess I need to steer this bus towards the school so I can get to bed. When you post something online consider that not only your boss may read it but so might your kids one day. If you love the person you are posting about. Just share the love. Leave the garbage for in person where it is just between the two of you and no one else is involved or gets their feelings hurt. If you post what is true in your heart you may want to make sure you walk the talk as well.

As a side note no person was intentionally hurt in the writing of this blog. If it bothers you and you think you may be the crude person or the liar don't worry about it. I am not. We are still friends aren't we.

Literary Gifts

Since Christmas is coming and I love literary gifts. Especially ones that make you think and consider your own thoughts and feelings. I thought I would share some quotes from one of my favorite books I never would have read. I was looking for a gift for a friend a soul sister. Not someone who I hang out with. Someone most of my friends don't know but I have a closeness to that can not be broken no matter what. Our hearts are tied with the strings of her children's shoes. The kids are getting older now but when young I loved her them as though they were my own. I would do anything for her or them then or now. But since we made a grave mistake and mixed business with pleasure we have not spoke in over a year. Maybe later in life this will be different. Not that I do not think of her and her children all the time. But today I feel a closeness that I can not let go of. I think of the kids on their birthdays though I am terrible with remembering hers. At Christmas maybe 3 or 4 years ago I bought this book for her and before I gave it to her I read it. It is such a good book I have bought more copies and given them away.

The book was originally printed in 1955 but it speaks to me today as though it was just written. I found it ironic that in 1955 she knew that the modern conveniences of the day were at times more trouble than they were worth.Written while the author spent time alone on Captiva Island, Florida The book Gifts from the Sea the author Anne Morrow Lindbergh. Yes, that Lindbergh. Mrs. Charles Lindbergh. If you don't know who he is stop reading now and Google it I will wait...

I never knew Mrs. Lindbergh was an author and the strangest thing was where I found the book was not with the fiction but with the religious books. I always bought my friend's kids books that I loved from my youth. So with her I thought I would find something that spelled out the words I do not always have to say. We have shared our thoughts on life and politics and religion and our spiritualism. This book sums up things beautifully. The words are so well thought out and perfectly arranged.  So I thought I would share some of my favorite quotes from the book with you. This first one sums it all up for why I bought the book.

“I want first of all... to be at peace with myself. I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can. I want, in fact--to borrow from the language of the saints--to live "in grace" as much of the time as possible. I am not using this term in a strictly theological sense. By grace I mean an inner harmony, essentially spiritual, which can be translated into outward harmony. I am seeking perhaps what Socrates asked for in the prayer from the Phaedrus when he said, "May the outward and inward man be one." I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.” ― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

In life there is nothing I want more than harmony and grace. A peaceful state for my mind. I think in another life I could have been a nun. I could pray my day away. I could work for nothing but the satisfaction of doing a good job and being rewarded in Heaven. Not at the job I do today or ever before but to toil in a garden to raise food for the hungry or to help those who need it most in this world.

“My Life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds.” 
― Anne Morrow Lindbergh

I find this to be so true. If I could only do all the things people expect of me. I know I have no children of my own you do not need to remind me of this fact that does not mean that I do not have my own things to do.

“Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.” 
― Anne Morrow Lindbergh

This is priceless. Some people think if you love one person you can not love me. Well love is everlasting and ever changing. It is not fair to the one that shares their love for someone else to limit who they can love.

“One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. One can only collect a few. One moon shell is more impressive than three. There is only one moon in the sky.” 
― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

There is nothing more satisfying to me than to walk the beach staring at the sand and wondering what is just out of site. When I finally see that amazing shell so perfect and passed over by so many others I think it must be here just for me.

This also reminds me of a funny story. One evening after a storm Brian and I were walking the beach and I saw a live shell so I picked it up and tossed it into the water out of reach of those that may think it was theirs to take home. Take what you may but if it is still alive toss it back and let it live another day. A few feet more I picked up another and tossed it back and again and again and again. I had not gone very far but I had tossed back a dozen living things and Brian said Jeanne look up. I looked down the beach and there were hundreds of shells just as the ones I had been tossing back into the water. He said, Honey you can not save them all. That made me sad. I have a hard time with the thought that this one should live and that should not but I guess if God wanted them all to live he would get them back to the water safely.

“One writes not to be read but to breathe...one writes to think, to pray, to analyze. One writes to clear one's mind, to dissipate one's fears, to face one's doubts, to look at one's mistakes--in order to retrieve them. One writes to capture and crystallize one's joy, but also to disperse one's gloom. Like prayer--you go to it in sorrow more than joy, for help, a road back to 'grace'." 
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh (War Within and Without: Diaries and Letters of Anne Morrow Lindbergh 1939-1944)” 
― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Wartime Writings 1939-1944

This quote is from a different book but I think this describes perfectly why I write what I write. It is not that this is a leisure endeavor. Sometimes the things I write will spin around my head until I put them on paper. They come to me at all times of the day and night. Some I ignore but they will not be ignored. If I do not have time now. I will later because they do not go away. 

Do not stop here but give yourself a Literary Gift. Take the time to enjoy the quiet and appreciate the here and now. For tomorrow they will be gone.

Have you ever been to Cumberland Island?

I start with the question because if you have not you should put it on your list of places to see. Cumberland Island is a National Seashore ironically closed because of the government shutdown. I was reminded of my visit by a segment on CBS Sunday Morning (my favorite show on TV). But I have been there and can take you there today.

I was reminded this morning the island is not just a place to visit but to remember. Some trips you go on to places like this are physical but others are a dream like memory of times gone by. I first visited the island when I was 13 years old. My Aunt Jan took me and my sisters Beth and Tori. I do not remember a lot of the actual trip. I remember the beauty, I remember the ferry and the water and the dark clouds that morning. I remember a submarine in the St. Mary's River from a near by naval base.

My basis for the memories of that day with Aunt Jan was a picture she took of me and my sisters standing on the rail of the ferry heading out to the island. The wind blowing our hair. I was wearing a Clearwater High t-shirt my parents got that year when I finished 8th grade. Of course I still have the shirt. It is full of holes and memories. The ferry ride was great. We have always been a family on the water. Sailing, swimming and going to the beach were some of our favorite activities as kids.

We walked across the island. One side tropical and lush green plants. Then you cross the sand dunes that are higher than a house and you are on the beach on the Atlantic Ocean and you can see shrimp boats. The water is rough and the sand is smooth. Not as white as at home but hard packed down by the waves close to the water. We walked past the ruins of Dungeness the home of the Carnegie Family built in 1884. Tragically burned to ruins in 1950's. They sold or donated most of the island to the Federal Government soon after. There are many ruins and artifacts left untouched and melting back into the ground. Old cars that were ferried over to the island for the family. There are buildings crumbling due to lack of funding that were in disrepair and now will be taken back into the land the same way we will one day. When I was young the cars were still cars just rusted. Now they are piles of parts with a radiator and wheels to remind you of what they once were. There are headstones in a small cemetery for those fortunate enough to die and be buried in paradise. They can spend eternity walking the sand dunes and seeing the sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean with the horses that were once domesticated that nature has taken back as well. Originally brought to the island probably when it was a cotton plantation along with slaves.

Brian and I visited the island as well many years ago. Stayed in a Bed and Breakfast in St. Mary's, Georgia.
A nice small town that is the gateway to the island. A short walk to the marina and the ferry. That day there was a double rainbow that we have a picture of to remind me of my second visit to the island. The great thing about a National Treasure like this is that not much changes over time. Buildings may crumble but the grass is still just as green and the sand dunes are just as high as they were 15 years before and will be in another 150 years later.

On the ferry ride to the island a spokes person tells you the rules. Take nothing and leave nothing behind. You can not take the shells and can not leave your garbage. There were no garbage cans, no concession stand on the beach. No life guard. The ferry will be back at 4. Please do not pet the horses they are wild. At the time we were there you could not notify them ferry if you had an emergency you just had to wait until the ferry came back. Brian had to test the do not pet the horse theory. Yes. He almost got kicked in the face. They are serious the horses don't want to be touched. If we would have walked out to the beach and seen a Spanish Galleon approaching I could have believe that it were the mid 1700's and we could have been the first scouting party to the beach. But there are no Indians today. There are no slaves. But the history of all are there for you to discover on your day at the island.

You can stay overnight roughing it in a tent or stay in the Greyfield Inn. The Inn is only operated part of the year. It does not have air condition and is very expensive but probably the closest thing I could ever get to having my own private island get away. Maybe someday

I know we were there prior to September 1996 when JFK Jr and Carolyn Bessette got married in a small chapel there. I was impressed to hear that the National Parks Service did not budge on their no motorized vehicle policy and would not let the Kennedy Family drop Jeeps on the grounds to be used to move family members back and forth to the chapel. Nice to know the rules don't just apply to me and you. They apply to Kennedy's as well. The Kennedy's did spend the night at the Greyfield.

So to say the island is fit for kings is shown by the previous residents the Carnegie's and that the Kennedy's found it private and beautiful enough for their royal standards. I can only hope that Carolyn and JFK Jr got to walk the beach and see the wild horses running the sand dunes as I have.

Now you to have been to Cumberland Island. If only in my memories. I hope you enjoyed the trip as much as I did.

A few of my favorite things.

I thought it has been a while since I shared things I like. So here are a few of my favorite things.

Favorite Movies
Sound of Music
Ever After
Practical Magic
Hope Floats
Juno
Picture Perfect
I could go on and on. I like feel good movies. Happy Endings. And a tear for the loss there always is.

Favorite TV shows of my youth
Leave it to Beaver
Bewitched
I Dream of Jeannie
Monkees
Partridge Family
Brady Bunch
Mary Tyler Moore
Love Boat

Favorite Music
Carpenters (Top of the World)
John Denver (Poems, Prayers and Promises) Brian's favorite if he has to admit it is (Grandma's Feather Bed)
Billy Joel (Scenes from an Italian Restaurant and She's Got a Way)
Monkees (Daydream Believer)
Adele (Make you feel my love and Rolling in the Deep)
Nora Jones (Don't know why)
Barbara Streisand (Memory and Someone that I used to Love)

Favorite Books
The Bean Trees
One Million Cats
The Cat that went to Heaven
The Christmas Tree
Little House on the Prairie series


You can see from the selections listed I have very simple and modest selection of favorites. For the most part the things I like are from the past. I am very nostalgic for the things I love and enjoy sharing them with others. I guess I just like that things were simple even if they are not always easy for me. I like the idea of spending an afternoon reading a book in the hammock or going to the beach and have the water be calm and clear. Guess that is the perfect life for me for things to be calm and clear with a light breeze.

Happy Anniversary Blog!

Since I have an hour of peace before I have to start getting ready for work I thought I would start on my one year anniversary blog entry.  So the first thing I thought I would do is look back and see how I have done.

I have written 45 blogs all but 2 have been published. I don't know if I will ever finish them or move on past them. Of the 45 I have written I have 2 different blogs. Day One the first I started with my rules and my poem,For the Love of Lilly. I have used that for world news and views of the world and the people who share this planet with me. The second is Sunshine and Shadows. This blog is a reflection of myself. I write about my relationships with friends, family and my values, memories and travels.

When I sat down today I wanted to check out some statistics on blogging. I found one site that says 60% of bloggers are guys. Only 40% girls. Guess that is not bad. Even though adult women between 21 and 35 read over 50% of the blogs. Most that write blogs do not make money from them even the ones with advertising. I do not have advertising. No subtle mention of some product I do not believe in. Anything I talk about is all me.

One of the pages I read said write about a subject you know about and like and that you should write a draft then sleep on it and make changes the following day. For the most part when I am writing I sit down to start I will stay in the chair until I am finished. I am usually home alone. It is easier for me to think without interruptions. I have my satellite radio playing a station with no commercials that plays Pop, Rock and Folk music. A pleasant mix I can sing along with.

Usually the reason I sit down to write is that something is in my head and I can not let it go. I find it easiest to write it out and share it than to keep it inside. I do have a few subjects that are inside that bubble to the top but I don't know if I am ever going to share. And some of you may think what the heck could it be. You'll just have to wait and see. I have tried to stick with my rules I began with. I try not to talk about others at least not directly. I have written blogs for, or should I say to friends. Even when it is not my situation the opinion I am writing about is all mine. Brian is the first to hear my blog. I read it out loud to him. I listen to his opinion but I am going to write what I am going to write. I just don't want to hurt anyone.


I have had over 1750 hits to my blogs. I am still amazed by all the places that people have read my blog from: US, Russia, Germany, Sweden,  Philippines, United Kingdom, Netherlands, France, Indonesia, Israel, Malaysia and Poland my newest.

The countries are listed in order of hits.  I am still amazed by the number of people and where they are from. I want to say Thank you to all of you for reading along. I am not sure how many have read all of my blog posts or just one. Either way if you walk away thinking then I have done my job. All I want out of my blogs is a good nights sleep. It may seem crazy but that is usually what I get. My conscious is clear and my mind is no longer cluttered with worry or anxiety. 

In the next few weeks I have thought about starting another blog. I have 2 ideas one has to do with places named for people and what they did to get a park or street named for them. The other is to write about books that I have read. Not ones that are popular today but older books. Some of my favorites have been older books. Maybe not considered classics but still well worth the read. If you have an opinion or a favorite book or place you want to know about let me know. It may help me make my decision. I will still continue Sunshine & Shadows. It has earned a place in my heart and I hope yours.

Lets tie it up and put a bow on the Family Vacation

 So we have completed the family trip to Kentucky. It was everything a family vacation should be. Long, Tiring, Fun and a success.

Mom got to show the kids all her favorite places in Kentucky. The kids got to find a place they would like to visit again. Maybe even bring their own kids back as Emily said.



We headed out on Friday. Got a great start. Stopped in Macon. Had a great barbecue dinner in a place that played country music older than me.

 

Al and Paul Tennessee Valley RR

Saturday we drove into Chattanooga, TN. Drove through a tunnel. Rode a railroad through another tunnel twice and learned all about steam trains and the city of Chattanooga in the Civil War. Down by the river is an open area that has a small version of the Tennessee river for you to walk across the stepping stones and soak your feet. Sit in the shade. Enjoy the flowers and a view of the real river. We were going to go to the aquarium but it was getting late and expensive so we skipped it and moved on towards are goal of Nashville but getting confused and rain stopped us from stopping there. We again moved on and Al missed on the two things he wanted a night out and to see the aquarium. We will do that part again.



We stopped in White House, TN at a Days Inn. It had a wood over where the front door should be. The guy said search White House Days Inn on You Tube. There had been an accident and a man drove through the front of the building. Paul had to see the video. Just video of after the fact. No video of the actual accident.

Paul and Abe

Sunday morning we were in Kentucky before we knew it. First stop, Hodgenville, Kentucky. The birthplace of Abraham Lincoln. The center of town has two statues. Abe as a boy and another as President. The Presidential statue has been there since his 100th birthday. The boyhood statue is newer. Took some pictures of Paul with his hero's statue. We then drove down Hwy 31 E south towards Mammoth Cave. Drove through corn fields and soy bean fields. Saw old barns and new houses. Beautiful rolling hills and a deer in the middle of a field. We had to make a u-turn for our first deer. Went to the National Park at Knob Creek where Abe's boyhood home stood. Saw a tree that had been standing from the late 1700's through when the Lincoln's lived there and was taken down in the 1980's. Showed the rings inside the tree and and markers for important times in history. It was very cool. Paul filled out a Jr Ranger booklet and got a Jr Ranger badge. We all learned a lot about the area and the time he lived there. There is a spring in the park near where the Lincoln's house would have been. We walked down and it is amazing to stand in a place you know that Abraham Lincoln once stood and got his drinking water. It was also a place where people traveling west would have stopped for water in that time. Mom met up with a lady and sat and chatted she does not live far from the park and likes to hang out and visit with people. We could have left mom there to hang out all day.

We moved further south and stopped in Park City outside Mammoth Cave and had a late lunch and then got to Mammoth Cave National Park. Funny how you get off the exit even the things that have changed are somehow familiar. Big Mike's a place to buy you souvenir and tour a fun house for fifty cents. Paul had to do it twice. Once by himself then when Emily and Ashley got there he had to do it again with them.

The next day we went to Diamond Caverns. Al wanted to pan for gems. So he and the kids with the assistance of Beth and Billie paned for gems. Found some pretty rocks. Not sure if any are worth anything but they all had a good time. That afternoon the kids became little spluenkers and took a kid only tour through the cave. I think they all liked it. Ashley liked crawling through the cave on her belly. Cooked out on the grill and made s'mores. Yum.

Tuesday, Al, Mom and I started off for a drive but found one of the tires to be low. Went into town to have that taken care of first. Beth and Billie took the kids on a hike down to the river. The kids had a great story of how Beth went where she shouldn't but clawed her way out and was filthy dirty with the red clay. Good thing she had a spare pair of shoes. That afternoon we took the family cave trip. Everyone went. The kids saw cave crickets by the 100's and a single bat welcomed us from high on the ceiling. Stalactite's hold tight to the ceiling and stalagmites may grow up from the floor of the cave to become a column. We had a great guide Jamie. We had explained that the kids were the 5th generation to the cave and he said there is a guide that works there that is a 5th generation guide. His family started off as slaves giving tours. Wish we could have met him but we did run into a guide there that taught us about stalactites and stalagmites many years ago named Joe. Joe has been at the park himself for 53 years. Can't imagine the number of tours and expeditions he has been on in the park. It was drizzling when we got out but we were going to cook out again. Beth went over and started cooking with the aid of Emily and I helped Paul and Ashley with their Jr Ranger books for this park. Each age group had to do so many activities for bat points to get their badge. Since we had the whole evening. The over achievers completed almost every page and the next morning got a badge and certificate for their achievement. Quick trip through the exhibit and gift store then off to Louisville.

First stop Churchill Downs which was not open so we could not walk out to the track but we showed them the twin spires that you always see on tv and the names across the top of the building for all the past winners. We had lunch there and then headed past mom's old neighborhood. We had walkie talkies between cars and Beth had all the kids so we did a play by play driving tour through downtown. Here is where grandma went to school, here is where she lived. Here is where your great-great grandfather used to work and the L&N building (Louisville & Nashville Railroad). Around the block and to Louisville Slugger. Somethings have changed and some are the same. We did the factory tour. The last time we were there everything was hand done. Now machines. One guy that showed us how it used to be done and it would take 20 minutes to make a bat and now 2 machines spitting out bats in 30 seconds. Not quite the same. They are still hand dipped if they are stained and the logo is hand burned into the bats and everyone gets a little bat for taking the tour.

Next stop, Calvary Cemetery. I knew this was not the highlight for anyone but me and mom but we did it. Showed the kids where their relatives are. Saw some really cool old headstones. Tried to get by another but it was closed and getting late. Needed to get to the relatives for dinner. The kids had the best time there. Swam in the pool that had to be freezing because the air temp was only in the 70's. Dinner was great. Some of mom's 2nd cousins were there. We all visited then we hit the road towards Bardstown.



My Old Kentucky Home



Talbott Tavern
Bardstown, Kentucky



Jane and Jim Yearout
Mammoth Cave, Ky



Entance to Mammoth Cave

2013



This week sure did go by fast but I am exhausted. Stayed in Bardstown. The most beautiful small town in the country. Really. Stopped in at the Talbott Tavern. A Pony Express stop from 1779 or as the kids like to call it the haunted hotel. Yes. This is the one that Brian and I stayed at years ago. They had a bad fire in the 1990's and are still working on getting part of it back. But part of the fire damage is still seen in the old bar. The cross beams have scorch marks and so does some of the stone. We then went around the down square and a few more blocks south and took the kids to My Old Kentucky Home State Park.



Perryville Battlefield

 You now have to pay to just walk the grounds but at least kids are free. Billie and I took the kids out walked around the house. Explained who Stephen Foster was and that he wrote the state song for both Kentucky and Florida. Everything was to show kids the tie from Kentucky to them. Last stop on the trip before heading home was Perryville Battlefield. The only Civil War battle that was fought in Kentucky. Yes we have a relative that was killed in Perryville during the battle. Oct 1862. Drove through the battle gounds. Stopped and played and had lunch at the picnic area. All we have left is the drive home. As the hills of Kentucky fade in the rearview mirror the memories lighten and the smiles are fresh and yes. We are on are way home.