Monthly Archives: February 2013

We All Scream For Ice Cream

Yesterday, Motor Man and I had several errands to run in Norfolk. Whenever we’re in the area, we stop for lunch at a legendary restaurant known as Doumar’s.

doumars counter

Doumar’s, famous for barbecue and ice cream cones, opened in 1907 as a little ice cream stand at Ocean View Amusement Park in Norfolk. It was destroyed by a hurricane in 1933,  and the family relocated the business to its current location in 1934.

Abe Doumar is said to have created the first ice cream cone from a waffle at the World’s Fair in St. Louis in 1904. The cones were such a hit that, in 1905,  Abe designed and had an ice cream cone baking machine built. Today his nephew, Albert, still bakes cones on that same machine.

Motor Man and I met Al Doumar yesterday. He’s 91 years young. When we asked if we could have our picture taken with him, he graciously agreed. Another customer volunteered to take the photo, and Mr. Doumar wanted her to be sure to get the sign for the machine in the picture.

jrdb mr doumar

In 2002, Doumar’s received the Gourmet Magazine Award for the best ice cream cones in the U.S.


Motor Man and I agree.

db and cone

In 2008,  Doumar’s was featured on Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives. This clip shares more history and many old photos of the Doumar family and the restaurant.

Yesterday was an almost spring-like February day: just perfect for a Doumar’s ice cream cone.

Wordless Wednesday: Snugg As A Bug

(Marshall was standing at the end of the sofa when he took this picture of his kitty, Snugg, obviously relaxed and happy.)

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Barn Charm – In The Snow

A couple of weeks ago, Motor Man and I ventured out of state for our Sunday drive. We drove not far over the North Carolina line (about an hour from home).

And I found a few barns. Today I’m sharing this one. I don’t recall exactly where it’s located: near one of those little towns in the Corapeake, Sunbury, Eure area.

red barn_Snapseed

The area had gotten a dusting of snow the night before, but we didn’t have any at home.

red barn1_Snapseed

Motor Man spotted this cute little red barn before I did. I love the snow on the roof, and this view down the driveway.

red barn driveway_Snapseed

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Tea At The Castle

Saturday provided yet another opportunity for me to visit Bacon’s Castle.   Preservation Virginia (the organization that owns the property) and The Regency Society of Virginia hosted a tea. And although I live in jeans, I decided it might be fun to dress up for a change.

“Tea at the Castle” has a nice ring, don’t you think?

Some of you may recall this room from previous posts.  The tea was held in the “Ladies’ Chamber”, which is a very special room to me: it’s where Motor Man and I were married. I was seated at this table…


…which had been placed in the exact spot where we took our vows.

On the menu: a salad of mini baby greens, creamy mini asparagus soup, tea sandwiches (cucumber, egg salad), tea cakes and scones.

Michelle Darnell met me at the Castle. She and her husband will be opening a Bed and Breakfast this spring at historic Belle Grove Plantation near Fredericksburg, Virginia. Michelle, seated beside me in this photo, has a passion for Belle Grove, similar to the one I have for the Castle. To read Michelle’s post about the Bacon’s Castle Tea, click here.

photo by The Regency Society of Virgnia

photo by The Regency Society of Virgnia

Following tea, we were taken on a tour of the Castle. During the tour, I met Jennifer, who’s in training to be one of the interpreters when Bacon’s Castle opens for the season next week. We discovered that my maternal grandmother was her great grandfather’s “step-aunt”.

Which proves that we Virginia gals not only know how to enjoy tea; we also know our roots.


Six Word Fridays -Hands

Without even thinking, we hold hands.


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6 word fridays

A Little Boy’s Wish

Motor Man and I were in Daytona for the entire week leading up to the 2001 Daytona 500.  A friend of ours with “connections” had given us passes to several media events being held that week.

One of those was the IROC (International Race Of Champions) luncheon on Wednesday. A brief background: the IROC race featured identical (except for the color) Chevy Camaros. Drivers from several racing divisions were selected to drive in the IROC race, and a luncheon was held to determine the color car each would drive, as well as his starting position. These were determined by the spin of a wheel.

Motor Man and I were seated at the table with Nascar driver, Jeff Burton, which was fitting, since he’s also a native Virginian.  The IROC race that year was sponsored by True Value, and the Make-A-Wish Foundation was also involved.  After lunch and all the wheel-spinning was complete, the emcee announced that there was a young man there (through Make-A-Wish) whose wish was to meet Dale Earnhardt.  He then asked Earnhardt to please come forward to meet and have his photo taken with this little boy;, I think his name was Travis, although I can’t remember for sure.  But I’ll refer to him in this post as Travis.

Instead of just posing by himself with Travis for all those cameras, Earnhardt asked all the drivers at the luncheon to come forward. He wanted Travis to meet and have his photo taken with all of them. Motor Man and I were impressed that Dale didn’t “hog” that spotlight for himself. I was blinking back tears to the point that Jeff Burton leaned over to us and asked if Travis were our child.

I wasn’t sure if we’d be allowed to take photos at the luncheon, so I only had one of the little disposable cameras in my purse. This isn’t a good picture, but I wanted to share it because it reminds me of the compassion “The Intimidator” showed when meeting that little boy. (That’s Dale in the yellow shirt.)


I’ve blurred out Travis’s face, since, obviously, I don’t have permission to post his picture.  But I’ve always remembered what he said while the photos were being taken: “I’ve always wanted to meet Dale Earnardt, and now I have.”

Motor Man and I were in the stands on Sunday for the Daytona 500. Since our seats weren’t very good, we left early. We decided that we could enjoy the race more by listening to it on the car radio as we started our trip back to Virginia. We were in Savannah when Dale Earnhardt’s death was announced.

One of our first thoughts was of Travis and how his wish had come true.

Garage Passes

As you can imagine, the beginning of the racing season doesn’t go unnoticed around our house. While we don’t watch every single lap of every race, if we’re at home, and a race is being televised, our tv is usually on that channel.

I’d never attended a “big” race until Motor Man and I got together. During those first few years, we attended several Nascar races. We’ve been to Texas Motor Speedway twice, Daytona three times, Charlotte and Richmond several times each and (the now closed) Rockingham once.  If you’re a race fan, nothing can compare to the smells, the sounds and the excitement of being at a big track. (Except, as we’ve discovered as we’ve aged matured, watching it from the comfort of home.)

Through Motor Man’s connections, we usually had garage passes, which meant we had access to the area where all the cars, teams and drivers were.  So I thought I’d share a few photos from some of the races we attended. (If you’re not a race fan, you may want to leave now. I’ll understand.)

This picture of Jeff Gordon was taken at Charlotte Motor Speedway. I’m not sure of the year, probably 1998 or 1999.  If I’d been pushy, I could possibly have gotten an autograph. But, although I took pictures, I never bothered any of the drivers for autographs.


I took this picture of  Tony Stewart (center) in Daytona, probably in 1999 or 2000.

tony stewart

When you’re in the infield, the only real view of the track is from the top of one of the car haulers. This was also taken in Daytona, but I’m not sure what year.  The garage area is a busy, exciting place, but I always worried about being in the way. (There’s, obviously, less danger of that on top of the car hauler.)

from the car hauler

Seating up there is limited, but I managed to find a spot.


And…on the car hauler beside us (looking very much like one of those cardboard stand-ups) was… Dale Earnhardt, Sr.


 Motor Man and I were never big Earnhardt fans, but we witnessed something in Daytona, just four days before his death, that caused us to rethink our opinion of him.

I’ll share that in tomorrow’s post.