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Great Grands, and Community Home Coming

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It's been a while since I  have seen all the great grands in  one spot. However, I failed to get a shot of three of them. This is Brodie.  He will be a yr old in Jan. And then there is Kyler, recently turned a yr old and walking up  a storm but still iffy about the  whole feet/walking thing! Of course, you know Evie! Could not get Beckham to stand  still long enough for a pic. Boog and Felicity got gone before I thought of selfies with greats. Sat. was a busy day. We had the community welcome home for DJ. And look who came... Two of the hero's in DJ's life the morning of Aug. 15th, 2026. Life flight crew that assisted DJ and got him to Vandy. Two of the firefighters. But as far as I am  concerned, the biggest hero of the day, Drake.   If you remember from an earlier post, Drake, the young man that was driving  the bread truck that Tyler (creep that was driving truck that DJ was in) tried to overtake. This is the young man, that  called 9...

Slamming of the Door, Sunday Dinners, Those Memories

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  My cousin reposted this on FB the other day. I read it and it seriously brought tears. Nobody tells you when you’re a kid that one random Sunday at Grandma’s house will eventually be the last time everyone is there at the same time. The cousins are running in and out of the house. Somebody’s yelling, “STOP SLAMMING THAT DOOR!” The adults are sitting around the kitchen table talking about things you couldn’t care less about. There’s food everywhere. Someone is asleep in a recliner. You can hear the TV from the other room. You’re bored half the time and begging to go home. And you have absolutely no idea that you are standing inside a memory you will spend the rest of your life wishing you could walk back into. Then everybody grows up. The cousins move away. People get married. Families get busy. Grandparents get older. The house gets sold. Some people stop speaking. Some people are no longer here. And suddenly you’d give just about anything to sit at that kitchen table fo...

The Trail, Steps, Mts., TOP, The Forgotten, and Railroad Tie Nails

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Well, I did something I never thought I would be doing, something I  never really gave a lot of thought to at all. I walked the Appalachian  Trail.    Oops, I might hve not told that last statement correctly, I walked a MILE of the trail. Yep, just a mile, but look at me,  A MILE, UP HILL and  DOWN HILL. On each side of the top of the trail, there were steps, steep steps at times. So steep that stepping down to the other was a challenge for  this short lady! But man was it pretty at the  very, tippy top of Max Patch NC. When I say very TOP, I mean I was   approximately 4,626–4,629  feet (1,410–1,411 meters) above sea level. Beautiful. Look at the view, and that is why they call them the  Blue Ridge Mts. I was not alone in my trip to  the top,  my sil, Lori was with me. Ray's allergies were messing with him so, he stayed in the car and napped. This is mine and Lori's  prove we were there. Got a tad windy for a min...