Lincolnton, Georgia

I must say that the water levels are really down. Papa thinks the river might be 6 or 7 feet below the first time we were here, several years ago. It’s dusty in Georgia. We ran across some cows that got out last night. A sheriff was sitting by the side of the road with his lights on, so we slowly drove by, and didn’t hit any. They were loving the long grass by the road, I’ll bet they had their pasture eaten down low.

We enjoyed the show yesterday. All you praying people, please pray for Polly Lewis. She is able to get on stage and sing, but is having a harder time these days.  I was visiting with Janis, and Polly poked Miggie and pointed to me, so I know she recognized me and realized we had driven from Michigan.  I waved, but they were busy.  I’ll try to talk to her today. 

Elizabeth Long and her band did a good show, with Roy Lewis sitting in.  Her twin is playing bass in the band, talk about double takes!

Papa is working on his pictures, but these things take time.

I spoke briefly with Sista‘s  husband, Terry.  He is very proud of his children, and said the their daughter is having a lot of fun singing.  It was nice to see the band, he plays with, sounding fine.

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What Would You Take?

Some people can’t believe the way we travel, or perhaps they don’t understand how many ways there are to skin a cat.  This trip is a scaled down one, as compared to taking Lex, or even the van, tent and some camping equipment.

We had a bunch of free hotel nights, and decided to use them now. So, what did we take?  An economy car, fully loaded with “stuff”.  Satellite radio, cell phones, computerscameras and some lenses.

Some personal items, some clothing hanging up and some chairs. Some clothing in a bag. Something to eat, some paper plates and napkins.  Something to keep dry under, some water and coke. A cooler with a little more to eat. The maps, and some old towels, just in case.

By the time you read this, we’ll be sitting in lawn chairs, listing to some great music.  Daily and Vincent are performing at this festival, and Bobby Osborne, Jesse McReynolds, Barry Scott, THE Grascals, James King and the Primitive Quartet.  There are others, but that enough to give you an idea how much fun we’ll be having.  Wish you were here.

Bag Lady

I notice that most stores are now Selling bags.  You pay $1.00 for a bag you can re-use.  This little publicity stunt has nothing to do with the environment and everything to do with the bottom line.  I suspect if the stores were serious about environmental issues, they would just quit having plastic bags, and sell bags for cost.  I don’t think $1.00 is the cost of the bags being sold, I think it’s what the stores figure people will pay.

I picked up my groceries yesterday, and stuffed them into bags that I carry around with me all the time.  I always have a box or two in the trunk of my car, and it contains bags.  I have used some plastic store bags, but they mostly wore out.  So, I scouted around the house and started using bags that I just “had”.

So, without any more BS, the bags I use to avoid excess garbage in my can:

 Aco Hardware Bag

Someone around here works at this store, I don’t remember how she came upon this bag, and it really doesn’t matter. I’ve washed it a few times, but it still works.

Papa Bag

Papa attended a conference somewhere, and brought home this one. Very nice.

Mom bag

This one held my Mother’s craft items and some personal items at the nursing home. It has her name clearly printed in S-Dad’s hand inside. It makes me sad to see it, but it is a nice bag and very new.

Another mom bag

This one was another of Mom’s bags. Not sure how I ended up with this one, but I did bring home some things of hers, perhaps they were in it. This one is very worn, but has no holes and is very sturdy.

Mother-in-law's bag

M-in-L is a very thrifty person. For many years, she has given gifts in bags she sews from fabric she has around the house, and this is one of those. Saves on gift wrap. These days, we hand the bags back to her after we open them so she doesn’t even have to make more, but this is from a previous time. I’m not sure why I have this one, either, but I guess someone didn’t use it, and I could.

QS audit bag 1995

Did you know I was a certified QS 9000 Quality Systems Auditor? That was part of my job function before I quit working. I attended several conferences and this bag and the two below are some from those events. They are small, and have an obvious purpose of holding conference materials, but they work fine for groceries.

QS audit bag 1998

QS audit bag 1999

That’s about it for now. I have many more bags around here that I reuse, maybe I’ll let everyone know how when I stumble across them.

A Little Road Trip

Papa and I are leaving to day for a little trip to Georgia, and the Lewis Family Festival.  We have attended this show several times.  We didn’t go last year, since Mom was so sick.  I remember she asked me when we were leaving, and she seemed sad to think she might have caused us to stay home. 

During those days, I fell into the habit of saying, “Only one Mother,” when something like that would come up.  I wanted her to know that she was very important to me, but I always got so choked up that I couldn’t really say anything too direct.  That little phrase kept me from crying on the spot, and got me through a lot of tough moments.

I looked back on some of the e-mails I sent to family members during the very difficult couple of months between a horrible night in the ER at the end of April, until her death in June.  I notice that in my efforts to communicate the situation effectively to everyone, it sounded pretty much like a play by play, or a discussion of the traffic; not like a daughter discussing her mother’s illness.

Well, that was last year, and I’ve almost made it through a year.  It’s painful to remember that time, but not as painful as it was six months ago.  I sure miss my Mom, and I sure don’t like being the oldest living member of my immediate family, but I’m marching on.  I enjoy our children and grandchildren, and Papa and I have a lot more time for each other these days. 

So, we’re off to Georgia, $3.65 gas and all.  Not sure if we will be traveling down South much this year, but we’re going this time.  For me, it’s one more step to complete healing. 

What is Next?

Papa, D3 and I spent a lot of the weekend in the yard, specifically, trying to resurrect the flower beds.  We’re not done, but we have a good start.  I pulled out all of the old mulch, which is mainly filled with grass.  I pulled weeds, and I removed a couple of rose bushes that I don’t like, and replaced them.  Then I pulled weeds.  D3 pulled weeds and moved some plants.  We’re putting morning glories on the trellis this year, so I dug out the climbing roses.  They were coming up from the roots anyway, and didn’t have nice flowers last year. 

My Hollyhocks like to grow in places where I don’t want them.  I’ve officially given up, if they want to grow, I’m leaving them where they grow, the middle of the lawn excepted.

D3 and I would like to move some of the acid loving plants to the front, but that means digging out what is there and re-doing the beds.  Not sure If I’ll keep up the energy this year.  I have this morning and tomorrow morning to work on the yard, so here I go.

Missing Miss Moon

GD2 was here only 3 days, but they were fun. Some time ago, her preschool assigned symbols to the children, and hers is a moon. The first letter of her name is “M”, so I guess that is the significance. During her last couple of visits, she has spied the moon, and always says, “There’s my moon!”

Today, when I was trying to finish the job of cutting up and bagging all the branches from the rose bushes, and I missed her. She has such energy, and is so helpful. That’s typical of the age, always trying, always learning, always helping. I missed her last night, too, when I was setting the table.

Her mom said she was fine, all rested up and watched her siblings play some T-ball today. She is where she belongs, but I’m glad she could visit.

Reflections on a Visit

GD2 needed to go home Wednesday, she woke up missing her family.  She was very quiet all morning, and very happy when she and I got into the car to head for Kalamazoo. 

Having her here for a few days reminded me of the “good old days”, when I had three small children in the house, yard and underfoot all the time.  It seems like yesterday, not 30+ years ago. 

GD2 is very surprising, she seems to remember everything.  GD2 talks all the time, much like her mother did.  We say, “She rattles like a rusty tin can,” to describe that particular behavior.  She never has any trouble getting her meaning across, none at all.

She asked me where her little water bottle was.  That goes back to last summer, when I bought a few small water bottles, and we distinguished which was who’s by the color of the lids.  So she said to me, “You can find our water bottles, the blue one is my sister’s, the green one is my brother’s, and the pink one is mine.”  I almost fell over, I was so surprised. She remembered that from when she was almost three years old, to now, when she is almost 4. 

GD2 also gets up in the morning and relates what she dreamed about.  I’ve seen little children wake up crying when dreams scared them, but I’ve never seen on that woke up and related details of what a dream was about.  One morning she said, “I dreamed my brother came here.”  She also uses her large vocabulary to relate information about her life, “There is new carpet at my school.” Or, “We have a trampoline in our yard.”  Or, “My friend Rachel lives in the back.”  Now, I don’t know where the back is, but I imagine it’s around the block.  GD2 doesn’t remember living “up north”, she seems to remember only the apartment her family first moved into in Kalamazoo, and her new house in a subdivision. 

The best part of the visit was having a little one sitting on my lap, sharing a book, and helping in the kitchen.  She’s darn good at setting the table, she must do that a lot at home.  She counts up who is eating, and counts out the silverware, and puts it by the chairs.  She knows what’s missing, if there isn’t enough of each thing.

Another visit came to an end, but we have a long summer of visits to look forward to.

 

How Great it Is…

Sometimes when there is an elephant in the room, all you can do is kick the dog. After all the elephant is so big and the dog is manageable. Once Papa and I had a disease as big as an elephant in our space, and I know it’s a difficult situation. We are grateful that we were able to help a little as Jim and his family face their elephant.

Our friend Jimmy kicked the dog last fall, with a bluegrass show to raise money for Cystic Fibrosis research. It was a good show, great musicians, but attendance could have been better.

Last Saturday, Jimmy, with help from his wonderful neighbors in Newaygo County, Michigan, stepped on the elephants toe. We were glad we were there to see it happen. Read the results, and his reaction here.

I said I would list those I wanted to thank, and now I can:

Detour Bluegrass; the Mike Adams Band; Hardline Drive, Windy Mountain Express: R.J. Thomas, Ralph Paige, Kim Kittle, Red Martin and Billy Irvine sitting in on bass; Lonesome Journey: Larry and Tia Brown, Gary Fountain, Ben Crofoot, Mike Crofoot, and Ace Briggs; the Kleiners: Austin, Collin, Sydney, Alex and Hanna Kleiner; Dan Yoder from the Native Wood Music Store; and Issac Smith; who all contributed to the great music. Helen Weller for the MC work.

Shape Corporation, Ed’s Orchard Market, The Times Indicator, Native Wood Music Store, Gerber Products Company, Main Street Hair Design, Outback Auto Repair, The Dogwood Center, Pride of Newaygo County.

A few more: Sherrie and Richard Harris, Rich Wheeler, Sr., Diane Yonker and Tina VanDerberg.

We had fun, we saw some friends, we saw some good music, we saw some kids who will grow into good musicians, and who are good people. We saw some great teens helping their community.

Photographs of the event are here and here. Watch for a repeat event next year.

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Papa’s photos from Pickin’ on Cystic Fibrosis are posted here.