Monthly Archives: November 2010

Myrtle Beach – The Copter Ride

Last weekend,  Motor Man and I ventured to Myrtle Beach. There was a Late Model (stock car) race there on Sunday afternoon, and we knew a few guys that were racing.

Our GPS and Mapquest said the trip should take us about six hours. It took us ten.  Motor Man stopped at quite a few antique shops along the way so I could do some browsing.  And he stopped several times for me to take pictures of Spanish Moss.

And palm trees.

Quite different from our trees here in Virginia. But they couldn’t compare with our fall foliage this year.

Sunday morning, before the race, we decided to take a helicopter ride over Myrtle Beach. I say “we”; I’m really not sure which one of us decided that we should do that. And I still can’t believe I climbed in that helicopter. And that my hands didn’t sweat at all! I’m usually very nervous when I’m in any type of aircraft. But this was fun. And the scenery was great.

We flew over the intracoastal waterway.

Golf courses.

The Grand Strand.

And, of course, the ocean. Well, just a small area of the ocean.

Looking back now, and after seeing the pictures, I remember that it was most definitely MY idea that we take this helicopter ride. Regardless of what Motor Man says.

The Heart of Texas

My niece, Donna, was 5 when this picture was taken. I was 14.

We were in Colonial Williamsburg for the day with Donna’s two brothers and her mom (my sister, June).  

 Too bad this is a black and white photo. I’m sure you’ve probably taken note of those high-water bell-bottom pants I’m wearing. Well, they were fire-engine red.  On second thought, maybe it’s a good thing this is a black and white photo.

But this post is about Donna. Today is her birthday. Happy Birthday, Donna!

Even though she’s my niece, she’s always seemed more like a sister.

Donna is loving, talented,  level-headed and a GREAT mother to her son, Connor.

 

There’s just one problem:

We live in Virginia. She and Connor live in Texas.

And since that situation probably isn’t going to change, we manage with phone calls, e-mails and their yearly visit to Virginia.

I wonder if Texas knows how lucky it is.

Close To Home

 

Today is Black Friday.

Here’s a list of things I won’t be doing today:

  • getting up at 0-dark thirty to hit the big sales
  • standing in long lines at the check-out
  • fighting traffic in the mall parking lots
  • soaking my aching feet later

I’m staying close to home today.

Motor Man and I have invited a few of my former classmates over for a casual get-together this evening.

A list of things I will be doing today:

  • last minute cleaning
  • last minute decorating
  • last minute food preparation

 Do you see a pattern here?  Perhaps I put everything off til the last minute.

But it’s sure better than fighting the crowds on Black Friday.

I’m putting that shopping off til later.

The Pathway Home

 

 “Forever on Thanksgiving Day, 

the heart will find the pathway home.”

                                                                                             Wilbur D. Nesbit

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

Blessings

 

Some folks refer to the prayer said at meal-time as “grace”.  In our family, we always called it “the blessing”. 

Blessings are sometimes spontaneous prayers, but many times, they’re the memorized ones that we learned in our childhood.

This is the one that was said in our house when I was growing up. It’s simple, easy to learn, and meaningful even to a child.

God is great, God is good. Let us thank Him for this food.

By His hand, we must be fed. Give us, Lord, our daily bread.

 

Motor Man says this blessing before our meals:

Dear God, make us truly thankful for the blessing we are about to receive.

 

My Granddaddy died before I was born, but I remember hearing that he always said the blessing before meals.

So a few days ago, I contacted one of my cousins to ask what blessing Granddaddy said.

I was surprised to hear that it was the same one that Motor Man says! Only Granddaddy added an extra sentence at the end:

“Bless this food and bless the cook”.

Since Grandma was cooking for 14 people, I’m sure she appreciated those extra words at the end  – added just for her. 

 

This is a Moravian blessing that I cross stitched years ago. It’s one of my favorites.

 I wish you and your family a Happy Thanksgiving, with many blessings.

Beezy

 

Warning: very sad post ahead.

Last November, just before Thanksgiving, we had to say good-bye to our sweet kitty, Beezy.

Beezy was 16.  We met when she was 2;  I was visiting the animal shelter in search of  a kitty to adopt. The next day, Beezy adopted me.  It didn’t take long for us to realize that we were kitty-human soul mates. Could it be because she was born in Bacon’s Castle, the same small town that I lived in til I was 23?

And when I fell in love with Motor Man, Beezy fell in love with him too.

When Motor Man and I were out of town, Marshall took care of Beezy for us. She looked forward to his visits (and the treats he’d give her).

Over the years, Beezy helped me wrap Christmas presents,

kept me company while I worked at the computer (or kept me from working at the computer?),

Beezy accompanied us on road trips in our RV,

and, back at home, she occasionally enjoyed the glow of a cozy fire.

Beezy even endured the antics of her “cousin”, BJ, when she visited. No, BJ wasn’t potty trained. She was just full of energy, and this was, apparently, her day to explore the bathroom.

Our friends ask if we’ll adopt another kitty. We won’t say “never”, but we know there’ll never be another Beezy.

Thank You, God, For Eyes to See

 

Years ago, my cousin, Lona and I taught preschool at our church. Well, Lona was actually the teacher;  I was her assistant.

When you’re working with 2, 3 and 4-year olds, you have to catch your teaching moments when you can. We didn’t have too much structure in our classroom;  it’s difficult to have a 2-year old sit still for very long to hear a Bible lesson. But we were ever mindful of any opportunity to teach a child about God.

For example, if we saw a child sharing with another, we’d say that God likes it when we share.  We’d make comments like: “Thank You, God, for eyes to see the book”. Or “Thank You, God, for ears to hear the birds sing”. 

For the past couple of weeks, the phrase: “Thank You, God, for eyes to see”,  has crossed my mind so many times as I’ve seen the beautiful colors of fall.

I’m sure the trees have been this pretty in the past, but this year, they seem exceptional.

I know that soon, the day will come when all the leaves will have fallen, and the trees are bare. But for right now….

They’re another reminder to be thankful.