Monthly Archives: June 2011

The Same Year’s Children

When I was growing up, that was a phrase I heard my mom say many times: “They’re the same year’s children”. Meaning, of course, that said children were born in the same year.

My cousins, Lona and Christine, and I were the “same year’s children”. Lona was born in April, I came along in June, and Christine was born in December.

This was taken during the summer of the following year. No, I’m not going to say what year it was.

That’s my mom holding me on the left.  In the center is my aunt Betty holding her daughter, Christine, and my aunt Doris is on the right, holding her daughter, Lona.

This was taken in front of my grandmother’s little country store. Mom and I lived within a half mile of Grandma, and Lona and her family lived about five miles away. But Christine and her family lived in Pennsylvania, and they only came to visit for one week during the summer.

 I love that all three of the moms are wearing June Cleaver-type dresses.

I love that, although the little town has changed quite a bit since then, I could show you the exact spot where this picture was taken. The scenery in the background, although fairly nondescript, gives it  away.

My mom, Aunt Doris and Christine have passed on. Aunt Betty still lives in Pennsylvania. Lona and I visited yesterday.

And time marches on.

Potomac Eagle

Sometimes I think Motor Man and I must have “hobo” blood flowing through our veins. We love to ride trains. We, do, however purchase tickets, rather than “hopping a freight”.  Since last summer, we’ve been on four steam trains rides in Pennsylvania, Maryland and West Virginia.

A couple of weeks ago we drove to Romney, West Virginia to ride on the Potomac Eagle, which is powered by a diesel locomotive.

It’s a three hour trip along the Southern Branch of the Potomac River.

The scenery included farmland.

This beautiful old stone house.

Several old barns.

And, of course, the river.

This was the view from our window. We spent most of the ride in the club car, but for about a half hour, went out in the open “gondola” car to get better photos of the scenery.

The day was overcast, and on our drive home, we noticed the clouds were below the mountaintops.  I took this from my seat through Motor Man’s window. It’s amazing I didn’t get  any signs, vehicles, or power lines in the picture. 

When we were back in Virginia, we stopped at one of the scenic overlooks in the Blue Ridge Mountains, where a sweet stranger offered to take a picture of us.

Just two hobos, right off the rails.

Sundae’s House

This is  our hallway. Sundae sometimes sees it as her workout room.

The same can be said for our kitchen. 

This is our recliner. That is, when Sundae isn’t using it for a nap.

And this is our dining room. It doubles as Sundae’s playroom.

Is it obvious who’s in charge around here?

Olden Days

Twenty-plus years ago, our little town began hosting an event known as Olden Days. It’s your typical small town festival: music, food, crafts, kids’ activities. But, in addition, Olden Days also has a Ghost Walk, a classic car show, a raft race on the river and events at our historic (1750) Courthouse.  

Olden Days returned this past weekend. Friday night, Main Street was closed to traffic, and, instead, was lined with classic cars. Our local oldies deejay, Tom, provided the music. It was nice to stroll along, look at the cars and let the memories take you back in time .

We drove our little ’32, so she could participate. (No, I don’t have memories of 1932.)

Folks gathered on the village green, located in front of our local newspaper office, for a beach music concert.

And the crowd spilled over into the street.

Again on Saturday morning, the street was closed. Booths offering crafts, food, and information about local businesses lined much of Main Street.

And the classic cars returned, including this 1931 Model A.

This car has been in the same family since 1933.  It is now owned by the grandson of the original owner. Displayed in the back seat…

The wedding gown and picture dated 1937, of – as best I can tell – the original owners.

How appropriate for Olden Days.

Like A Good Neighbor…

Our neighbors plant a little garden near where our yards join and not far from where I take my sunset photos. They have just a couple plants each of squash, cucumbers, tomatoes, zucchini, peppers and eggplant.

Last week they were on vacation, but before leaving, they invited me to pick whatever we’d like from the garden while they were gone.

So I went over several times with my basket.

We don’t eat zucchini or eggplant, and Motor Man doesn’t care for peppers, so I just picked a few squash, cucumbers and tomatoes.

And you can probably guess what time of day I chose to go gathering.

The neighbors’ view of the sunset looks remarkably like ours.

Whew! That Was Close.

Thursday morning, I had a close call. I almost missed this.

It was one of those mornings when I went for my camera as soon as I opened the curtains. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about photographing sunrises and sunsets, it’s that speed is of the utmost importance.

When the sun is rising or setting, it seems to be in fast forward.

These pictures were all taken in less than three minutes. The changes are subtle, but they’re there. 

If I had opened the curtains a few minutes later, the sky would have looked entirely different.  You have to be quick when the sun’s in fast forward.

Squab Announcement

And what, you may ask, is a squab? I just learned the word today: a squab is a young (baby) dove.

You may recall my post from earlier this month about a Mother Dove building a nest in my hanging geranium. If you missed it, here’s the link.

I’ve been keeping a close eye on the dove nursery. It’s right outside our bathroom window, which makes it easy for me to spy on it.

I’ve heard it said that dove … can I put this nicely?…… aren’t the most intelligent of God’s creatures. And when the afternoon sun is bearing down on Mama Dove, and temperatures are occasionally hovering around 100, I have to wonder about the wisdom in her decision to nest in this particular spot.

Either she’s a very trusting bird, or ……not the most intelligent of God’s creatures……, because I’ve been carefully watering the plant all month with her sitting right there on the nest. And she hasn’t moved.

This afternoon, Marshall came by, and while we were out on the porch, I went over to check on Mama Dove. I thought I caught sight of a baby squab, so I went in to get the camera. Since Marshall’s taller and could see the nest better, he took these next two photos.

The camera was less than two feet from her when these pictures were taken.

She may not be…… the most intelligent of God’s creatures……, but she has the look of a proud mama, don’t you agree?

(Note: according to my research, dove have “two squab per brood”, so hopefully, there’s a second baby that we couldn’t see. I’ll keep you updated.)