Monthly Archives: June 2018

Random Five Friday

This and that thoughts and photos for this last Friday of June.

1.) Pinterest comes through once again. I saw this simple-to-make bird bath, decided to try it, and in less than an hour of putting it in place, there was a gorgeous “golden” visitor. (The black stakes are actually garden hose “guides” that I used to, hopefully, keep the deer from knocking over the bird bath. So far, they’ve worked .)

2.) Speaking of gold finches, for my birthday, my friend, Janet, gave me this adorable feeder on a stake. Again, the birds took to it immediately.  I think his little legs, hanging on, are so cute.

3.) My “gypsy garden” continues. You may recall my ongoing efforts to save certain plants from the deer, and how creative I have to be with barriers. So far, I’ve managed to save a couple of volunteer sunflowers, but you can tell the deer enjoyed dining on most of the leaves before I put the netting in place.

4) And my ONE garden phlox that has survived, thanks to the cage Motor Man made for it and some cross piece deterrents across the top. I have hopes for the buds on the others.

5.) Sundae girl, on her window seat at sunrise, waiting on a hummie.

Bonus: this weekend is our small-town festival known as Olden Days. Main Street is closed off for a car show, live music and craft booths, and a raft race takes place on the Pagan River. This popular festival was started back in 1991, and I always look forward to it.

Enjoy your weekend!

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

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Proud Papa; Sweet Baby Girl

You most likely recall my mentions of Marshall’s gray striped kitty, Screamer. Marshall suspects that he may have a trace of Bengal. In addition to his stripes, he also has huge paws and spots on his belly, two Bengal characteristics.

Screamer is an intact male, and it’s possible that he may “officially” belong to someone else.  He shows up, stays a few days, then disappears for a day or two.

On one of his recent returns, he wasn’t alone.

Yes, apparently Screamer has become a Papa, and for whatever the reason, decided to bring his baby girl to Marshall’s.

I’ve been owned by many kitties through the years, but I must say, I’ve never heard of a daddy cat having much to do with his offspring.

Marshall says that, in addition to the same coloring, he can just tell that they’re “pals”.

photo taken, appropriately enough, on Father’s Day

Perhaps, somehow, Screamer knew that she needed to be in a safer place? That’s Marshall’s opinion, and I tend to agree.

She’s been given a clean bill of health at the vet’s, who says she’s approximately two months old.  She likes to play with Marshall’s feet.

And a golf ball.

And, although she has access to the outside world, this little girl actually prefers to be inside.

“how much is that kitty in the window?”

So for the time being, all she needs is…… a name. Marshall’s waiting until just the right one comes to mind.

*All photos by Marshall.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Descendants’ Day

On Saturday, Preservation Virginia, the organization that owns Bacon’s Castle, hosted “Descendants’ Day” there at the property. 58 of us whose ancestors had either owned the Castle, lived there or worked there attended.

Descendants of the Allen family were there (Arthur Allen built Bacon’s Castle, known then as Allen’s Brick House, in 1665. It was passed down through several generations of Allens).

I also saw name tags of Bacon family members (Nathaniel Bacon was most likely never at Bacon’s Castle, but his followers briefly took over the property and used it as a fortress during Bacon’s Rebellion in 1676. Following that, the house was known as Bacon’s Castle.)

I met members of the Hankins family (who owned the house during the Civil War era).

Although I didn’t meet them,  I’m sure other families were represented.  But, to my knowledge, I was the only Warren family descendant that attended. (William Allen Warren, an ancestor of my maternal grandmother, bought Bacon’s Castle in 1880, and was the first of three generations of Warrens to own the property.)

Staff members from Preservation Virginia were there to greet us, give tours, answer questions and help with genealogical research.

We were asked to bring old family photos, so, with Motor Man’s help, I put together this collage.

My display was set up in one of the upstairs rooms. There, I met Mr. Johnson, who was very interested in my photos and actually remembered my grandparents. He is a quiet, humble man who told me that, as a young child, he lived in a house there on the property.  We were looking out of one of the windows in the direction of that house when he softly said: “I sure would like to have a picture of that.” So I went to Will, one of the staff members that I’d been speaking with earlier, and mentioned it to him. He immediately asked Mr. Johnson for his address and promised to send him a photo.

A short time later, Motor Man and I caught up with Mr. Johnson on the porch of the house he lived in many years ago. This house was originally used as slave quarters, and funding is now in place for it to be renovated.

Before the event ended, we gathered for a group photo. I’m third from the right in the picture, standing behind the railing. And yes, that’s my buddy, Mr. Johnson, standing beside me.

Of course, since Motor Man and I were married at Bacon’s Castle, we never pass up the opportunity to have our picture taken there.

It was a very nice event, one that I was honored to attend.  As I mentioned to someone, I’m always ready to talk about the Castle.

I’m sure our ancestors would have been pleased that we gathered to remember them at this very special place that connects us all.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

Grandma’s Mystery

My paternal grandmother died before I was born. But I had my maternal grandmother until I was 16. She lived about a quarter mile from us, so we visited her every day. Grandma was pretty special to me, but I guess most of us feel that way about our grandmother/grandparents.

This is the only picture I have of the two of us together.  My grandmother is wearing the blue dress and standing directly behind me. That’s my mom on the far left. This picture was just shared with me by a cousin in the past year or so. Old family photos are such treasures.

I remember Grandma as being a very kind, gentle woman who always had time for me. This picture was taken at one of our family reunions. She was mother to twelve, so the reunions were a big deal. Note her corsage (perhaps two?), most likely flowers picked from the yards of her children.

Grandma’s house had a screened-in porch on the side, and I remember many summer days spent visiting with her there. (That was where a friend taught me, as a child, to blow bubbles with bubble gum. What an accomplishment that was.)

But, in later years, her family discovered a mystery. She always celebrated her birthday on June 23. Her daughters, while going through papers after her death, discovered that her birth date was actually June 15. And no one knew why she celebrated it eight days later.

So Happy Birthday tomorrow, Grandma, on the date you chose to celebrate.  For whatever the reason.

~These Days Of Mine~

You Caption It

Yesterday afternoon, Motor Man was in another room of the house and alerted me to this photo op.

I think there could be some pretty creative captions written for this, and I’m letting my readers have that opportunity.

Actually, I’m just letting all of you do the “work”, since I’m fighting a nasty summer cold right now. (Aren’t you glad that, among all the things we share on the internet, a cold isn’t one of them?)

~These Days Of Mine~

Just Another Day On The Beach

Correction: Just Another GORGEOUS Day On The Beach.

It’s been a while few days since I’ve shared wild horse photos, so here are some of my recent favorites.

Although it’s always a treat to see horses by the ocean, sometimes you get the best reflections on one of the “back roads”.

I was excited to, once again, see baby Castano (first discovered on Mother’s Day) with his mom on one of the dunes. Those little legs are really getting long.

You would never guess what had the attention of this harem.  A nearby beach-goer had a radio-controlled vehicle, and although he wasn’t running it near the horses, they were definitely curious.

It couldn’t have been a more beautiful day for photos.

A penny for your thoughts.

And my favorite picture of the day, capturing a playful encounter by the water.

We had the windows down, and our local oldies station (WGH, 1310.  You can listen online too) on the radio. It was amazing to me how many songs we heard related to our surroundings:

“I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You” (‘Like a river flows, surely to the sea’)
“Montego Bay”
“Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay”
“The Swim”
“Brandy” (‘My life, my love and my lady is the sea’)
“Summer Rain” (‘all summer long, we spent dancing in the sand…we sailed into the sunset’)

Just another perfect day on the beach.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Celebrating

Tomorrow is cause for celebration: it’s Marshall’s birthday. He, Motor Man and I plan to have breakfast at Old Chickahominy House near Williamsburg, as we’ve done every June 16 since 2006.

These photos were taken two years ago at our breakfast (last year, we just had one picture taken of the three of us, and it was a bit  blurry):

We love the ambiance of Chickahominy House. We always get there early, and soon after this picture was taken, the dining area was filled with hungry folks.

The business has a kitty named Melinda, who lives in the gift shop area of the building.  As you can see, there are items available in her likeness.

And it’s tradition that we have someone take a picture of Marshall, Motor Man and me during our visit.

Happy Birthday tomorrow, Marshall!

We’re looking forward to celebrating with you.

~These Days Of Mine~