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Today is my parent’s 40th wedding anniversary. Forty years ago they stood before a minister in Hamilton with their mothers as witnesses and took their marriage vows. What a journey it has been – leaving family to study Bible School in Minnesota, serving as youth ministers in Ohio, multiple jobs to make ends make, raising two children, illness, moving from state to state, and now pastoring a small church in Mt. Vernon, Ky. Their story is one of God, the great supplies who moves on behalf of those who love him. When God is at the center of a relationship, anything is possible. Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad! I love you and pray you have many more blessed years together!
Joy 2 u... * C *
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It’s that time again, school has started, fall is just around the corner and the Upward Bound soccer season is in full swing.
Although my nephews have played soccer in North Carolina for a couple of seasons, schedules just have not worked out for me to be able to attend one of their games. Just enjoy the video clips and pictures my sis-in-law frequently shares.
So I get to support (and a noisy supporter I can be – when they get older, I probably won’t be invited) my little cousins, Grace and Brett (Jeanette’s niece and nephew). They have both participated in the soccer program for the last two years.
Actually Brett participated unofficially the first year since he was so little but a great coaching team made room for the little brother. Now Brett is on the first team of his own (Go Dragons!) Last Saturday, when we arrived, Brett’s team was on the field – the one in the blazing hot sun! Some of the smart moms brought sun block, umbrellas, and extra drinks. Oh, but what a game! I had almost forgotten how much I enjoy watching these little guys and girls! Starting out in the correct positions and ending up all over the field. Some waving at the families, some finding insects in the grass and some just in a daydream. But Brett did so well – he was right in there giving it his all! We decided that when he grows up he is probably going to be a coach or a goalie.
It was getting hot by the time that game was finished so we were all glad when Grace’s team, the Tigers, played in the back field. Finally, we could sit beneath the shady pine trees and enjoy the occasional cool breeze.
It’s amazing what a year’s difference in experience can make and this team of second and third graders is prime examples. After warming up for a few minutes, the team and their coach prayed together. These girls played so well with each other and with the other team. When one of the girls in white fell down, three of the tigers in blue stopped to make sure she was okay. Way to go! They also played their positions so well. Having only seen the little ones play, I never realized just whose job was what. Did you know there is a player who assists the goalie? I had often thought the goalie had the hardest job of all. The tigers may not have won this game but I was totally impressed! Although it will be a couple weeks, I can’t wait until I can see the next games!
Until next time….joy 2 u!
Although my nephews have played soccer in North Carolina for a couple of seasons, schedules just have not worked out for me to be able to attend one of their games. Just enjoy the video clips and pictures my sis-in-law frequently shares.
So I get to support (and a noisy supporter I can be – when they get older, I probably won’t be invited) my little cousins, Grace and Brett (Jeanette’s niece and nephew). They have both participated in the soccer program for the last two years.
Actually Brett participated unofficially the first year since he was so little but a great coaching team made room for the little brother. Now Brett is on the first team of his own (Go Dragons!) Last Saturday, when we arrived, Brett’s team was on the field – the one in the blazing hot sun! Some of the smart moms brought sun block, umbrellas, and extra drinks. Oh, but what a game! I had almost forgotten how much I enjoy watching these little guys and girls! Starting out in the correct positions and ending up all over the field. Some waving at the families, some finding insects in the grass and some just in a daydream. But Brett did so well – he was right in there giving it his all! We decided that when he grows up he is probably going to be a coach or a goalie.
It was getting hot by the time that game was finished so we were all glad when Grace’s team, the Tigers, played in the back field. Finally, we could sit beneath the shady pine trees and enjoy the occasional cool breeze.
It’s amazing what a year’s difference in experience can make and this team of second and third graders is prime examples. After warming up for a few minutes, the team and their coach prayed together. These girls played so well with each other and with the other team. When one of the girls in white fell down, three of the tigers in blue stopped to make sure she was okay. Way to go! They also played their positions so well. Having only seen the little ones play, I never realized just whose job was what. Did you know there is a player who assists the goalie? I had often thought the goalie had the hardest job of all. The tigers may not have won this game but I was totally impressed! Although it will be a couple weeks, I can’t wait until I can see the next games!
Until next time….joy 2 u!
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Friends, pizza, pets, baseball, old-maid, go-fish, and hi-o cherry-io – what do you get – the perfect recipe for a Friday night get-together.
Since we have been trying together for awhile and her husband was out of town, last Friday evening, it just worked out for us to visit my friend, Anissa and the kids. After picking up pizza, breadsticks and drinks plus a tray of my Mom’s delicious breads we were all set.
After everyone had eaten their full, it was playtime (and picture time). Now Bethany is an ideal model as she loves to have her picture taken – posing anywhere – with the dogs, on the swing set, playing school with Jeanette. Her brother, John, on the other hand…let’s just say I had to “make a deal” - a game of baseball in exchange for a smile (goodness, why not basketball or kickball? Baseball!) What in the world have I gotten myself into this time?
To the front yard we went, in the heat of the evening, for rip-roaring game. Anissa pitched, John and Jeanette were up first. Thankfully I had Bethany to help me run after the ball. Jeanette got a home run but it took their team so long to get a good hit and it was so hot, that we begged for two outs. Bethany got a good ball right off the bat but she had been changing shoes when John picked out the bases. After running all over the yard, they still got her out. What a heartbreak! Everyone was ready to call it quits and head inside for some rip-roaring card games!
I’ve not played so many hands of Old Maid, Go-Fish, and Hi-ho Cheerio in ages. John has a trick that makes everyone, including their “brown” guinea pig, Blackie, quiet down which tickled us but Jeanette and Blackie had their own language. We were beginning to think Blackie was a guinea pig prince who just needed a kiss to become Jeanette’s lost knight in shining armor! After a snack, pictures and hugs, it was time for bed and time for us girls to head home!
There’s nothing like hanging out with good friends – a chance to let your hair down, be yourself, laugh, talk and just relax. My life is enriched and blessed by these God-given friends!
Sweet dreams until next time! C
Since we have been trying together for awhile and her husband was out of town, last Friday evening, it just worked out for us to visit my friend, Anissa and the kids. After picking up pizza, breadsticks and drinks plus a tray of my Mom’s delicious breads we were all set.
After everyone had eaten their full, it was playtime (and picture time). Now Bethany is an ideal model as she loves to have her picture taken – posing anywhere – with the dogs, on the swing set, playing school with Jeanette. Her brother, John, on the other hand…let’s just say I had to “make a deal” - a game of baseball in exchange for a smile (goodness, why not basketball or kickball? Baseball!) What in the world have I gotten myself into this time?
To the front yard we went, in the heat of the evening, for rip-roaring game. Anissa pitched, John and Jeanette were up first. Thankfully I had Bethany to help me run after the ball. Jeanette got a home run but it took their team so long to get a good hit and it was so hot, that we begged for two outs. Bethany got a good ball right off the bat but she had been changing shoes when John picked out the bases. After running all over the yard, they still got her out. What a heartbreak! Everyone was ready to call it quits and head inside for some rip-roaring card games!
I’ve not played so many hands of Old Maid, Go-Fish, and Hi-ho Cheerio in ages. John has a trick that makes everyone, including their “brown” guinea pig, Blackie, quiet down which tickled us but Jeanette and Blackie had their own language. We were beginning to think Blackie was a guinea pig prince who just needed a kiss to become Jeanette’s lost knight in shining armor! After a snack, pictures and hugs, it was time for bed and time for us girls to head home!
There’s nothing like hanging out with good friends – a chance to let your hair down, be yourself, laugh, talk and just relax. My life is enriched and blessed by these God-given friends!
Sweet dreams until next time! C
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A new day, an early rising, heading to the infamous Cades Cove. As we headed to checkout, we got distracted by creek side pics but this gave us an opportunity to help some honeymooners make some memories. John and Leslie from Alabama had gotten married Friday in Gatlinburg but they hadn’t any pictures together except at the wedding!! No way! So several sets of batteries, two cameras, memory card errors, you name it - it happened but they were great sports even crossing the creek a couple times to get the “picture”. I think we got some pretty cool (and perhaps “priceless”) pics that will be the beginning of a lifetime of memories for this special couple. Congratulations and Best Wishes to you both!
So, we missed the early edition of Cades Cove – another day, another visit! But we still saw turkey, squirrels and several deers including some fawns. Although there was excessive bear activity in the area, we missed all of them. Not that we didn’t try to see a bear. In fact, a bear had just been sighted as we arrived at the Moore cabin. How come everything cool calls for a hike? Yet again! We are totally crazy at times…nervous – what if we actually see a bear? Excited – hey, we might get to see a bear! I really had no idea a hike was involved when the ranger told me about the bear. All the other buildings had been along the road. But off we go on another mile hike, through the woods, the deep dark woods, nearly alone, no cell service, probably not a very wise decision. Really, what would we have done if we had seen a bear? No one would have believed the pictures snapped as we ran away and we would have run! It’s one thing to see a bear from the safety of your car with your window rolled down and quite another out in the woods on a trail with no place to hide!
Definitely added Cades Cove on our list of places to visit again…early in the morning, late in the afternoon or when the rangers tell you it takes 3 ½ hours to go eleven miles! Drop everything….there’s wildlife on the move!
Enjoy the moments of each day… C!
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What to do? On our own now that my family is on their way home? Shopping? Hiking? Food? Relaxation? It’s definitely time to try out this Rebel?
After some quick shopping in Gatlinburg, we headed to the Clingman’s Dome. What an incredible experience! What a fantastic view! I heard of it but always thought it was a hike to a rock formation (ooops!). I had never realized that 6,643 feet, it is the highest point in the Smoky Mountains National Park. The observation tower on the summit offers a scenic 360 degree lookout over seven states and 100 miles on a clear day - with only a moderate one-half hike – cool – we can do this!
Halfway there, the gas hand dropped to a quarter tank – what in the world!! Miles from anywhere, heaven help us! Push forward and hope for the best or go back to Gatlinburg…surely we can drive 40 miles on our remaining gas!
As we wound through the mountains passing the creeks and mini waterfalls, it seemed like a forever drive higher and higher. Sprinkles, sunshine, fog, cool breezes – what a mixture. Not knowing really what to expect, we were shocked at our first glimpse of Clingman’s Dome that we didn’t even get a picture.
When we arrived at the parking lot, Jeanette saw a sign that said climbing was prohibited. Momentarily disappointed, we then realized it meant no climbing on the rocks – Good one Jeanette! In all honesty, though, if I keep my photography hobby, I am going to end up physically fit! We thought a half mile hike – no problem. We didn’t notice the path straight up the mountain and didn’t take into consideration the high altitude and thin mountain air. I have only one question: who in the world rates these mountain hikes? Before we even got out of the parking lot (I can’t believe I am admitting this) we were huffing and puffing. Halfway up, I really didn’t know if I was going to make it but turn around now? Are you kidding? No way! After several rests to catch our breath (by the way, we weren’t the only climbers taking breaks – old and young alike!), we kept climbing thanks to the encouragement of those coming down the mountain.
Then out of the greenery and mist, there she was: Clingman’s Dome! A huge cement alien rising out of the natural beauty. And oh what surrounding beauty! The sheer rugged majesty of the mountains took my breath away (what was left of it anyway!). I just stood in awe of our matchless Creator! All the minute details in those views seemingly went on forever and preserved just for our enjoyment. Wow! I really can’t figure out how someone can surround themselves with nature and its beauty yet not believe in a Creator. It blows my mind!
After the long hike up, I didn’t want to leave but to savor the moment. I could have sat there for hours going round and round the ever changing scene. On one side dark stormy clouds, thick rising mist and on the other, sunshine and a clear view for miles and miles – as different as day and night. So Amazing!
Finally, we were thirsty, bellies were growling with hunger and it was getting late, so we started back down the trail. Taking our time, stopping for lots of pictures that we didn’t have the energy to care about on the way up – like a cross carved into the trunk of tree, raspberries, blossoms, ferns galore, and the view – always back to the view! We could smile encouragement to those on their journey up and secretly enjoy the fact that young, fit guys were huffing and puffing up the mountain. (just maybe it was the altitude!)
It seems there aren’t words to express how this venture imprinted my heart and my mind. My heart uplifted in praise and gratitude to our mighty Redeemer Creator Extraordinaire! My mind filled with optimism and determination. For most visitors it was probably just another stop along the vacation way but the experience increased my determination. I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me. Only one life so soon it will pass. How can I touch my world? How can I touch the lives of those around me for whom I care so deeply for! Only a mountain, I could have quit, I could have turned around. But I made it to the top – victory! The race of life and our ultimate goal of making it to heaven is not to the fastest but to those endure to end! So don’t quit – look up – enjoy the view from right where you are right now! I love the verse: I lift my eyes up to the hills from whence cometh my help! My help cometh from the Lord the maker of heaven and earth. Jesus is our hope and strength. He is walking with us each step of the journey through the ups, downs, highs, and lows. Speaking of down, I must confess going down the mountain is a whole lot easier…especially with a victory under your belt!
With all that fresh mountain air and exercise, these girls ate a huge New York style pizza and then rejuvenated our feet in the hotel Jacuzzi.
Keep your focus….C!
After some quick shopping in Gatlinburg, we headed to the Clingman’s Dome. What an incredible experience! What a fantastic view! I heard of it but always thought it was a hike to a rock formation (ooops!). I had never realized that 6,643 feet, it is the highest point in the Smoky Mountains National Park. The observation tower on the summit offers a scenic 360 degree lookout over seven states and 100 miles on a clear day - with only a moderate one-half hike – cool – we can do this!
Halfway there, the gas hand dropped to a quarter tank – what in the world!! Miles from anywhere, heaven help us! Push forward and hope for the best or go back to Gatlinburg…surely we can drive 40 miles on our remaining gas!
As we wound through the mountains passing the creeks and mini waterfalls, it seemed like a forever drive higher and higher. Sprinkles, sunshine, fog, cool breezes – what a mixture. Not knowing really what to expect, we were shocked at our first glimpse of Clingman’s Dome that we didn’t even get a picture.
When we arrived at the parking lot, Jeanette saw a sign that said climbing was prohibited. Momentarily disappointed, we then realized it meant no climbing on the rocks – Good one Jeanette! In all honesty, though, if I keep my photography hobby, I am going to end up physically fit! We thought a half mile hike – no problem. We didn’t notice the path straight up the mountain and didn’t take into consideration the high altitude and thin mountain air. I have only one question: who in the world rates these mountain hikes? Before we even got out of the parking lot (I can’t believe I am admitting this) we were huffing and puffing. Halfway up, I really didn’t know if I was going to make it but turn around now? Are you kidding? No way! After several rests to catch our breath (by the way, we weren’t the only climbers taking breaks – old and young alike!), we kept climbing thanks to the encouragement of those coming down the mountain.
Then out of the greenery and mist, there she was: Clingman’s Dome! A huge cement alien rising out of the natural beauty. And oh what surrounding beauty! The sheer rugged majesty of the mountains took my breath away (what was left of it anyway!). I just stood in awe of our matchless Creator! All the minute details in those views seemingly went on forever and preserved just for our enjoyment. Wow! I really can’t figure out how someone can surround themselves with nature and its beauty yet not believe in a Creator. It blows my mind!
After the long hike up, I didn’t want to leave but to savor the moment. I could have sat there for hours going round and round the ever changing scene. On one side dark stormy clouds, thick rising mist and on the other, sunshine and a clear view for miles and miles – as different as day and night. So Amazing!
Finally, we were thirsty, bellies were growling with hunger and it was getting late, so we started back down the trail. Taking our time, stopping for lots of pictures that we didn’t have the energy to care about on the way up – like a cross carved into the trunk of tree, raspberries, blossoms, ferns galore, and the view – always back to the view! We could smile encouragement to those on their journey up and secretly enjoy the fact that young, fit guys were huffing and puffing up the mountain. (just maybe it was the altitude!)
It seems there aren’t words to express how this venture imprinted my heart and my mind. My heart uplifted in praise and gratitude to our mighty Redeemer Creator Extraordinaire! My mind filled with optimism and determination. For most visitors it was probably just another stop along the vacation way but the experience increased my determination. I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me. Only one life so soon it will pass. How can I touch my world? How can I touch the lives of those around me for whom I care so deeply for! Only a mountain, I could have quit, I could have turned around. But I made it to the top – victory! The race of life and our ultimate goal of making it to heaven is not to the fastest but to those endure to end! So don’t quit – look up – enjoy the view from right where you are right now! I love the verse: I lift my eyes up to the hills from whence cometh my help! My help cometh from the Lord the maker of heaven and earth. Jesus is our hope and strength. He is walking with us each step of the journey through the ups, downs, highs, and lows. Speaking of down, I must confess going down the mountain is a whole lot easier…especially with a victory under your belt!
With all that fresh mountain air and exercise, these girls ate a huge New York style pizza and then rejuvenated our feet in the hotel Jacuzzi.
Keep your focus….C!
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Most of my friends and family are major Kentucky Wildcat fans but somehow I slipped through the cracks. Sports just aren't "all that" for me although I enjoy the occasional game. However this afternoon I have had the privilege of meeting Kenny "Sky" Walker, a former Kentucky Wildcat and New York Knicks basketball player as he was traveling through our county on a community project. Maybe because I come from "short" folk but this guy is so tall! He was also very congenial, quite willing to sign autographs and take pictures with the Cats fans.
Being I am not such a fan, I kind of felt a little guilty but immediately thought of you my readers and knew this was a can't miss blog moment! So just for you guys...today I am a Kentucky Wildcat Fan! I must admit it was easy to get caught up in all the excitement of the moment!
As with any such moment, I couldn't help but think about the everyday heroes among us - most who go through life nameless and unrecognized. You just never know what you do today - maybe a thoughtful gesture, a kind word, just going a bit out of your way, will make a difference in the life of someone, giving hope to the hopeless, giving direction to the wondering. Maybe you're not a former basketball star, Olympian, actor, politician, maybe you are a parent, grandparent, teacher, police officer, grocery store clerk, or one of a million other special people - Thank you for being a hero to those in your pathway today!
But, even more importantly, as excited as I was this afternoon, it will be no match for the excitement, joy, love, and nameless other feelings that I cannot even imagine I will feel on that day when I get to meet the Hero of all Heroes, Jesus Christ, my Lord and my Saviour. Wow! Double Wow! What a day that will be!
Until next time...~C~
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First, I would like to apologize for being so long in posting. It seems I have encountered every “technical difficulty” lately including extra-slow dial up, no internet service in motels, crashed hard drives (the one holding all my pictures – so thankful for sites like walmart.com, shutterfly, myspace, facebook and a host of friends and family with whom I have shared pictures).
However, this past week with my family was wonderful! Just how many adventures, special moments, and good times can you capture in a week? I’m not sure since I’ve lost count but this past one was a chock-full, crammed-pack week for sure! How to write a highlights post and not a boring book is another dilemma. So here goes…
After a lazy morning around the house, Tuesday afternoon, we decided to visit the Kentucky Horse Park. A first for most of my family. (Isn’t it weird how we know so much about far off places but those closest to home we seldom visit?) Ever since I heard about the baby foals at the park I have wanted to visit so I was excited and think of all the photo ops. However…we got a late start (it’s vacation), stopped for lunch (gotta eat) and, subsequently, missed most of the “Special” programs or was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Oh, and let’s not forget the park is under Major Renovation in preparation for the 2010 Equestrian Games so if you’ve not been, just wait and you will be happy you did. It will be a much better visit!
The day was not a total loss because we did get to see some of the horses practicing for an upcoming competition and we took a John Deere tour of the park. The park is large and picturesque and around the cascades, geese galore were gathered! The boys each rode a pony. Dawson cracked me up acting so big when he didn’t even hold onto the reins. Jaden was busy doing his “Spock” signing throughout his ride. But our little cowboy, Keagan, rode by himself. He was so serious and cute!
Later that evening, we had an early fourth birthday party for Keagan. He has waited a year to come to Kentucky to celebrate his birthday. But due to schedules and school starting, his family had to come before his August 22nd birthday. Thank goodness he is still young enough not to make an issue of the “Real” date but just enjoyed his Scooby-Doo party.
As we sang Happy Birthday to Keagy, you would have thought he was the shyest almost four year old. Maybe all the attention of singing Happy Birthday and lighting the candles four times…Yes four times…embarrassed him. It was so much fun watching him that we couldn’t resist singing over and over – the last was quite whacky! When it came time for the cake...only he could cut it!! Let me tell you the Chocolate Cream was out of this world! He really liked his Scooby Quilt and Pillow made by his grandma but was blown away when he received the money from his Ky savings account. All three of the boys seemed to love their story books of our June trip.
Thursday morning, just as soon as breakfast was over, Jaden, my middle nephew, wanted to celebrate his eighth birthday with an early party.
So Mom and Keagan transformed the kitchen into pirates complete with swords, head rags, eye patches, and lots of treasure! We didn’t have to sing Happy Birthday eight times for Jaden (thank goodness) because he was all about blowing out those candles and digging into the gift bags of loot! Since his was an ice cream cake and quite frozen, Kevin had to cut his cake and then Donna microwaved the pieces to make them edible. (We weren’t expecting to have ice cream cake at 9 am!!!)
Later that afternoon, everyone (except Jeanette who was working) – yes, even my parents and my granny, went to Lake Linville. We rented a pontoon boat to ride around the lake for a few hours. It was quite an “Adventure” getting everyone and everything on board. I have now been “ALL” over our lake...at least any portion that is boat accessible and the sad fact is...it didn’t take all that long! As we toured the lake, we discovered loons (maybe...I’m not a bird expert- okay maybe they were blue herons) all around and it seemed like we were chasing them since we were going around the coves. With their blue color, they were hard to see when sitting still but they were quite beautiful taking off and gliding across the lake. Although it was a hot, there was a cool breeze blowing as long as we were moving.
Finally, we found a shady spot so the boys could “fish” off the side of the boat! However, the only thing they caught was me!! Dawson is a bit of a wild caster and suddenly I found myself sitting there with a nice juicy worm and hook caught on my glasses!!! No one could help me because they were either too busy laughing or taking pictures – Really now!
As we made the final trek back to the dock, we each took turns driving for a bit...going in circles...catching up to the final loons!!! What a fun afternoon!
After we left the lake, we stopped by Renfro Valley to check out the shops, the schoolhouse, the chapel and to take some pictures. (I know...imagine that...
pictures!) Since Kevin proposed to Donna here in the Valley, it holds some special memories for them!
By the time we were finished there, the boys were hungry and very thirsty. So we went out to dinner at El Cazador’s where the band performed a birthday serenade for Jaden! How special is that!
One last stop on our way home: the cave at Sand Springs. The boys enjoyed this cave so much on their visit last fall that we had to make a quick stop to skip stones, big splashes, baby snail inspections and slippery surfaces. A great spot to cool off on a hot summer August evening. We stayed up quite late that evening: packing, making 3-D puzzles, laminating collector coins, and coloring – just enjoying each other and dreading the goodbyes awaiting the morning.
After my brother’s family left for home, Jeanette and I packed up heading to the Smokies for the weekend! Weekends without auctions are rare so I wanted to take advantage of all the photo ops awaiting my new Rebel! We were nearly in Gatlinburg and had made hotel reservations, when my cell phone rang. Kevin and Donna’s plans had changed so they turned around and came back to spend Friday night in Gatlinburg. Would we like to go to Unto These Hills – the Cherokee Drama with them? A few more hours with my family….a Most Definite…Absolutely Yes!!!
While Jeanette caught a few zzz’s since she had worked Thursday night, I played creekside with my camera. (See, it really doesn’t take much to entertain me). Later, my family picked us up and we were on our way to Cherokee, NC. On the way up the mountain, I discovered that “photo-op” addiction runs in our family! If possible, I think Kevin and Donna wanted to stop at more scenic pull offs than I did!
Almost to Cherokee, we saw a ton of cars just pulled off every which way. My first thought was a terrible accident had taken place but no! A family of Elk were grazing and resting right there by the highway. We saw the huge daddy elk first but after we calmed down in a moment (or two) we noticed the other two larger elks as well as two very young ones. It was totally amazing and scary to be that close with the wild creatures especially with their young close by. Do you know how hard it is to take pictures when your heart is racing and your hands are totally shaking in excitement?
With our Cherokee heritage, this spot in the Smokies holds a special place in our hearts. Donna nor the boys had never been to the outdoor drama so it was a new experience for them. Wouldn’t you know just as soon as we purchased our tickets, it came a gully washer, literally raining buckets full. What to do but buy some snacks and rain ponchos and wait out the storm.
After the worst was over, we found our seats and were transported back in time. Surrounded by the mountains with the steam rising and the birds singing, it was so easy to imagine the land of the Cherokee as the story unfolded. Several times, I caught all three boys sitting on the edge of their seat. For a rambunctious three (almost four), fidgety eight, and ten year olds to be so captivated throughout most of the drama, you know you got a winner.
Although the show had been updated since our last visit, the eagle dance is still one of my favorite parts. But I was still shocked speechless to find they had added lady eagles to the dance. Tears still come to my eyes as the Indians were herded from their homes down the trail of tears losing so many along the way. The surrender Sully and his sons to their death sentence in order to save so many is just beyond words. This drama is such a powerful reenactment. Don’t miss this drama the next time you are in Cherokee!
Saturday morning brought another wave of goodbyes. But first, Kevin and Donna insisted no trip to Gatlinburg would be complete without breakfast at the Pancake Pantry. This was one of the first pancake houses ever founded in Tennessee! And it was delicious! Each of us tried a different flavor: Donna had orange walnut pancakes, Kevin had Cherry Supreme Crepes and I had Apricot Lemon Crepes – so thin, light and yet fluffy. Jeanette choose silver dollar pancakes and the boys enjoyed the pancake boys!
Of course, if you are visiting the Smokies, the trip would not be complete without a bit of Shopping!! Each time we visit there is an array of new shops to check out! Soon, we could delay no longer, Kevin and Donna headed out…for home…leaving me and Jeanette on our own!! But that’s a whole other story!
Joy 2 u… “C”
However, this past week with my family was wonderful! Just how many adventures, special moments, and good times can you capture in a week? I’m not sure since I’ve lost count but this past one was a chock-full, crammed-pack week for sure! How to write a highlights post and not a boring book is another dilemma. So here goes…
After a lazy morning around the house, Tuesday afternoon, we decided to visit the Kentucky Horse Park. A first for most of my family. (Isn’t it weird how we know so much about far off places but those closest to home we seldom visit?) Ever since I heard about the baby foals at the park I have wanted to visit so I was excited and think of all the photo ops. However…we got a late start (it’s vacation), stopped for lunch (gotta eat) and, subsequently, missed most of the “Special” programs or was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Oh, and let’s not forget the park is under Major Renovation in preparation for the 2010 Equestrian Games so if you’ve not been, just wait and you will be happy you did. It will be a much better visit!
The day was not a total loss because we did get to see some of the horses practicing for an upcoming competition and we took a John Deere tour of the park. The park is large and picturesque and around the cascades, geese galore were gathered! The boys each rode a pony. Dawson cracked me up acting so big when he didn’t even hold onto the reins. Jaden was busy doing his “Spock” signing throughout his ride. But our little cowboy, Keagan, rode by himself. He was so serious and cute!
Later that evening, we had an early fourth birthday party for Keagan. He has waited a year to come to Kentucky to celebrate his birthday. But due to schedules and school starting, his family had to come before his August 22nd birthday. Thank goodness he is still young enough not to make an issue of the “Real” date but just enjoyed his Scooby-Doo party.
As we sang Happy Birthday to Keagy, you would have thought he was the shyest almost four year old. Maybe all the attention of singing Happy Birthday and lighting the candles four times…Yes four times…embarrassed him. It was so much fun watching him that we couldn’t resist singing over and over – the last was quite whacky! When it came time for the cake...only he could cut it!! Let me tell you the Chocolate Cream was out of this world! He really liked his Scooby Quilt and Pillow made by his grandma but was blown away when he received the money from his Ky savings account. All three of the boys seemed to love their story books of our June trip.
Thursday morning, just as soon as breakfast was over, Jaden, my middle nephew, wanted to celebrate his eighth birthday with an early party.
So Mom and Keagan transformed the kitchen into pirates complete with swords, head rags, eye patches, and lots of treasure! We didn’t have to sing Happy Birthday eight times for Jaden (thank goodness) because he was all about blowing out those candles and digging into the gift bags of loot! Since his was an ice cream cake and quite frozen, Kevin had to cut his cake and then Donna microwaved the pieces to make them edible. (We weren’t expecting to have ice cream cake at 9 am!!!)
Later that afternoon, everyone (except Jeanette who was working) – yes, even my parents and my granny, went to Lake Linville. We rented a pontoon boat to ride around the lake for a few hours. It was quite an “Adventure” getting everyone and everything on board. I have now been “ALL” over our lake...at least any portion that is boat accessible and the sad fact is...it didn’t take all that long! As we toured the lake, we discovered loons (maybe...I’m not a bird expert- okay maybe they were blue herons) all around and it seemed like we were chasing them since we were going around the coves. With their blue color, they were hard to see when sitting still but they were quite beautiful taking off and gliding across the lake. Although it was a hot, there was a cool breeze blowing as long as we were moving.
Finally, we found a shady spot so the boys could “fish” off the side of the boat! However, the only thing they caught was me!! Dawson is a bit of a wild caster and suddenly I found myself sitting there with a nice juicy worm and hook caught on my glasses!!! No one could help me because they were either too busy laughing or taking pictures – Really now!
As we made the final trek back to the dock, we each took turns driving for a bit...going in circles...catching up to the final loons!!! What a fun afternoon!
After we left the lake, we stopped by Renfro Valley to check out the shops, the schoolhouse, the chapel and to take some pictures. (I know...imagine that...
pictures!) Since Kevin proposed to Donna here in the Valley, it holds some special memories for them!
By the time we were finished there, the boys were hungry and very thirsty. So we went out to dinner at El Cazador’s where the band performed a birthday serenade for Jaden! How special is that!
One last stop on our way home: the cave at Sand Springs. The boys enjoyed this cave so much on their visit last fall that we had to make a quick stop to skip stones, big splashes, baby snail inspections and slippery surfaces. A great spot to cool off on a hot summer August evening. We stayed up quite late that evening: packing, making 3-D puzzles, laminating collector coins, and coloring – just enjoying each other and dreading the goodbyes awaiting the morning.
After my brother’s family left for home, Jeanette and I packed up heading to the Smokies for the weekend! Weekends without auctions are rare so I wanted to take advantage of all the photo ops awaiting my new Rebel! We were nearly in Gatlinburg and had made hotel reservations, when my cell phone rang. Kevin and Donna’s plans had changed so they turned around and came back to spend Friday night in Gatlinburg. Would we like to go to Unto These Hills – the Cherokee Drama with them? A few more hours with my family….a Most Definite…Absolutely Yes!!!
While Jeanette caught a few zzz’s since she had worked Thursday night, I played creekside with my camera. (See, it really doesn’t take much to entertain me). Later, my family picked us up and we were on our way to Cherokee, NC. On the way up the mountain, I discovered that “photo-op” addiction runs in our family! If possible, I think Kevin and Donna wanted to stop at more scenic pull offs than I did!
Almost to Cherokee, we saw a ton of cars just pulled off every which way. My first thought was a terrible accident had taken place but no! A family of Elk were grazing and resting right there by the highway. We saw the huge daddy elk first but after we calmed down in a moment (or two) we noticed the other two larger elks as well as two very young ones. It was totally amazing and scary to be that close with the wild creatures especially with their young close by. Do you know how hard it is to take pictures when your heart is racing and your hands are totally shaking in excitement?
With our Cherokee heritage, this spot in the Smokies holds a special place in our hearts. Donna nor the boys had never been to the outdoor drama so it was a new experience for them. Wouldn’t you know just as soon as we purchased our tickets, it came a gully washer, literally raining buckets full. What to do but buy some snacks and rain ponchos and wait out the storm.
After the worst was over, we found our seats and were transported back in time. Surrounded by the mountains with the steam rising and the birds singing, it was so easy to imagine the land of the Cherokee as the story unfolded. Several times, I caught all three boys sitting on the edge of their seat. For a rambunctious three (almost four), fidgety eight, and ten year olds to be so captivated throughout most of the drama, you know you got a winner.
Although the show had been updated since our last visit, the eagle dance is still one of my favorite parts. But I was still shocked speechless to find they had added lady eagles to the dance. Tears still come to my eyes as the Indians were herded from their homes down the trail of tears losing so many along the way. The surrender Sully and his sons to their death sentence in order to save so many is just beyond words. This drama is such a powerful reenactment. Don’t miss this drama the next time you are in Cherokee!
Saturday morning brought another wave of goodbyes. But first, Kevin and Donna insisted no trip to Gatlinburg would be complete without breakfast at the Pancake Pantry. This was one of the first pancake houses ever founded in Tennessee! And it was delicious! Each of us tried a different flavor: Donna had orange walnut pancakes, Kevin had Cherry Supreme Crepes and I had Apricot Lemon Crepes – so thin, light and yet fluffy. Jeanette choose silver dollar pancakes and the boys enjoyed the pancake boys!
Of course, if you are visiting the Smokies, the trip would not be complete without a bit of Shopping!! Each time we visit there is an array of new shops to check out! Soon, we could delay no longer, Kevin and Donna headed out…for home…leaving me and Jeanette on our own!! But that’s a whole other story!
Joy 2 u… “C”
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I just wanted to take a moment to wish a very special couple a Happy 12th Anniversary! Happy Anniversary to my brother, Kevin, and his lovely bride of twelve years, Donna! Two states, six houses, three boys, numerous pets and projects later, this couple has been through the multitude of trials and blessings of marriage! I wish you both a lifetime of blessings and continued happiness! I love you both very much!
Until next time…(speaking of next time, my brother and his family are on their way to Kentucky for a visit as I write..so fun times, lots of pictures, and a special blog or two is in the future!)
Blessings to you and yours - “C”
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I know, I know…most of you reading this title just had a good laugh – Me, A Rebel? Yeah, Right! It’s really true!
I am the proud new owner of a Canon Digital Rebel Xsi Camera! Now I can use my telephoto and wide angle lens left over from the era of film (it sounds so long ago!) and, hopefully, take the photography of Clarissa’s Corner to whole new level! Doesn’t it sound exciting!
Since it’s all so new to me, kind of like a “whole new world”, I went on a photo shoot around our yard and garden this morning! I have so much to learn about this endeavor but I am an eager student! So I just had to share this “first” few pictures with you all.
Joy 2 u …“C”
I am the proud new owner of a Canon Digital Rebel Xsi Camera! Now I can use my telephoto and wide angle lens left over from the era of film (it sounds so long ago!) and, hopefully, take the photography of Clarissa’s Corner to whole new level! Doesn’t it sound exciting!
Since it’s all so new to me, kind of like a “whole new world”, I went on a photo shoot around our yard and garden this morning! I have so much to learn about this endeavor but I am an eager student! So I just had to share this “first” few pictures with you all.
Joy 2 u …“C”
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Last week, I did something I’ve not done in many years!
I remember picking blackberries when I was a young girl but evidently there was a lot of the experience that I forgot. I remember the plump juicy berries ripe for the picking – covered in cream and sugar or made into hot sweet blackberry dumplings. Simply delicious! I forgot the briars and thickets and chiggers and snakes and…..
So, when my friend, Teresa, invited me to go blackberry picking with her, I readily agreed. In fact, Dad and Jeanette came along for the adventure and what an adventure it was.
We hoped on the truck tailgate and off to the blackberry patch we went. When I say patch, I really should probably say, field because this was one huge tract of blackberries. Teresa’s mom, Carol, was our tour guide and showed us girls where the ripe (semi-accessible) berries were. Dad, being a guy, took off threw the middle of the briars looking for those evasive-extra-plump hard-to-get-to berries (come to find out – others before him had the same idea!)
As we were picking, the dogs kept us company for which I was thankful. You just never know what is in the briar thicket with you. But I was totally amazed to see them eating the blackberries themselves, right off the vine. Here I couldn’t even take a step without getting a long briar vine stuck in my hair or some part of my anatomy and the dogs were just sticking their heads in the brush and eating away (the good, plump, juicy ones!)
Speaking of things being in the thicket, everytime I stuck my hand in the bush for a really plump berry, I was very nervous, expecting a hiss or a rattle. How come all the best ones are just out of reach? I didn't realize that June Bugs also love blackberries...I don't know how many times I nearly jumped out of my skin when the June Bugs took off right by me! I even ended up with some in my pail and I had to find a big stick to get them out!! (It was quite laughable....afterwards!)
After an hour or so of trapaising around the patch, we finally had had enough. All together the three of us had picked almost a gallon and a half of berries. But we were so tired, scratched, bleeding, itching, and still getting stuck by the briars in our clothes. We felt like we had been rung through the wringer. Maybe I’m not as much of a country girl as I think I am!
I have come to one conclusion: Blackberries are worth their weight in gold. But, oh the satisfaction, of sitting down in a nice comfy chair in a nice cool house eating your own hand-picked blackberries covered in cream and sugar. Mighty tasty!
Joy 2 u ….“C”
I remember picking blackberries when I was a young girl but evidently there was a lot of the experience that I forgot. I remember the plump juicy berries ripe for the picking – covered in cream and sugar or made into hot sweet blackberry dumplings. Simply delicious! I forgot the briars and thickets and chiggers and snakes and…..
So, when my friend, Teresa, invited me to go blackberry picking with her, I readily agreed. In fact, Dad and Jeanette came along for the adventure and what an adventure it was.
We hoped on the truck tailgate and off to the blackberry patch we went. When I say patch, I really should probably say, field because this was one huge tract of blackberries. Teresa’s mom, Carol, was our tour guide and showed us girls where the ripe (semi-accessible) berries were. Dad, being a guy, took off threw the middle of the briars looking for those evasive-extra-plump hard-to-get-to berries (come to find out – others before him had the same idea!)
As we were picking, the dogs kept us company for which I was thankful. You just never know what is in the briar thicket with you. But I was totally amazed to see them eating the blackberries themselves, right off the vine. Here I couldn’t even take a step without getting a long briar vine stuck in my hair or some part of my anatomy and the dogs were just sticking their heads in the brush and eating away (the good, plump, juicy ones!)
Speaking of things being in the thicket, everytime I stuck my hand in the bush for a really plump berry, I was very nervous, expecting a hiss or a rattle. How come all the best ones are just out of reach? I didn't realize that June Bugs also love blackberries...I don't know how many times I nearly jumped out of my skin when the June Bugs took off right by me! I even ended up with some in my pail and I had to find a big stick to get them out!! (It was quite laughable....afterwards!)
After an hour or so of trapaising around the patch, we finally had had enough. All together the three of us had picked almost a gallon and a half of berries. But we were so tired, scratched, bleeding, itching, and still getting stuck by the briars in our clothes. We felt like we had been rung through the wringer. Maybe I’m not as much of a country girl as I think I am!
I have come to one conclusion: Blackberries are worth their weight in gold. But, oh the satisfaction, of sitting down in a nice comfy chair in a nice cool house eating your own hand-picked blackberries covered in cream and sugar. Mighty tasty!
Joy 2 u ….“C”
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Have you ever just seen something that just “clicked” with you and thought “WOW! That is just the coolest!” It has happened to me.
Last weekend, at our auction, we sold a 1965 Plymouth Valiant Convertible. As soon as I saw it, my imagination went into overdrive. I could just see it – fire engine red, cream convertible top folded back, shiny silver trim, a long flowing scarf around my neck, just cruising down the highway! Yeah, Baby!
The reality is the car was in need of some work. Okay, I will be honest, “some work” is probably the understatement of the year but the potential was there! With some body work, a good paint job, new grill, headlight, the convertible awning (is that what it is even called?), a motor and other essential parts, this car could be a beauty, a collectible. The other reality is that I could just see my family’s face when I came home dragging (or towing) a heap of junk..priceless! (But wouldn’t it make a cool spot for photo shoots?) Can't you just see what 'could be' in these pictures? (Of course you can thanks to pictures from the History of Chevrolet website!)
As I thought it over, I know most people would take one look at that car and just keep walking…not seeing the unrealized potential. Later that evening as I went down to the youth center, my thoughts took another turn: our own unrealized potential. What about me? Do I need to dust off some dreams? Do some work on myself to realize my unseen potential? What about you? What do people see when they look at you?
As a little boy, my brother used to have a T-shirt, he wore all the time! The slogan: God don't make no junk!
And it is so very true! Whether it's me, you, kids on the street, the homeless, the middle class, or the elite of society. God don't make no junk! We are all works in progress!
Do we judge others by the exterior wrappings like hair styles or the latest fashion or by the home we live in or the car we drive? Or do we see the “treasure” of potential hiding beneath the surface, the beauty beneath the layers of grime, dirty faces, baggy holey jeans. So the next time you start to turn your nose up at someone because they are different or admire them because of their good looks, wealth and got-it-all-together attitude, why don’t you just take a second look. Maybe it is not all as it seems! Invest some time and hard work: with a smile, kind words, some encouragement, and mentoring, you could make a difference in another’s life - rich or poor, smart or well, you get the picture! And, in the process, change your own for the better! Now that is really priceless!
Hmm, maybe I should have bought that heap just as a reminder!!
Until next time…joy 2 u! ~C~
Last weekend, at our auction, we sold a 1965 Plymouth Valiant Convertible. As soon as I saw it, my imagination went into overdrive. I could just see it – fire engine red, cream convertible top folded back, shiny silver trim, a long flowing scarf around my neck, just cruising down the highway! Yeah, Baby!
The reality is the car was in need of some work. Okay, I will be honest, “some work” is probably the understatement of the year but the potential was there! With some body work, a good paint job, new grill, headlight, the convertible awning (is that what it is even called?), a motor and other essential parts, this car could be a beauty, a collectible. The other reality is that I could just see my family’s face when I came home dragging (or towing) a heap of junk..priceless! (But wouldn’t it make a cool spot for photo shoots?) Can't you just see what 'could be' in these pictures? (Of course you can thanks to pictures from the History of Chevrolet website!)
As I thought it over, I know most people would take one look at that car and just keep walking…not seeing the unrealized potential. Later that evening as I went down to the youth center, my thoughts took another turn: our own unrealized potential. What about me? Do I need to dust off some dreams? Do some work on myself to realize my unseen potential? What about you? What do people see when they look at you?
As a little boy, my brother used to have a T-shirt, he wore all the time! The slogan: God don't make no junk!
And it is so very true! Whether it's me, you, kids on the street, the homeless, the middle class, or the elite of society. God don't make no junk! We are all works in progress!
Do we judge others by the exterior wrappings like hair styles or the latest fashion or by the home we live in or the car we drive? Or do we see the “treasure” of potential hiding beneath the surface, the beauty beneath the layers of grime, dirty faces, baggy holey jeans. So the next time you start to turn your nose up at someone because they are different or admire them because of their good looks, wealth and got-it-all-together attitude, why don’t you just take a second look. Maybe it is not all as it seems! Invest some time and hard work: with a smile, kind words, some encouragement, and mentoring, you could make a difference in another’s life - rich or poor, smart or well, you get the picture! And, in the process, change your own for the better! Now that is really priceless!
Hmm, maybe I should have bought that heap just as a reminder!!
Until next time…joy 2 u! ~C~
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As we were driving down the road the other day, I heard a story about Noah’s ark being rebuilt with legos. Legos? Knowing how much my own nephews love to build with legos, my interest was piqued so I had to check it out.
Here’s the story: 150 grade school age kids at a church day camp in Illinois built a world-record setting model of Noah’s Ark. The ark measured 12 ft long, two feet wide, and 18 inches high using 35,000 legos. Can you imagine the patience and creativity involved in this project? It included a view of the three inner decks and a five color rainbow! And Lego shipped the pieces from their world Headquarters in Denmark.
Wow! Now that would be one amazing Lego project! Personally, after all that work, I couldn’t bear to take it apart but where would you store a 12 ft ark?
Here’s the story: 150 grade school age kids at a church day camp in Illinois built a world-record setting model of Noah’s Ark. The ark measured 12 ft long, two feet wide, and 18 inches high using 35,000 legos. Can you imagine the patience and creativity involved in this project? It included a view of the three inner decks and a five color rainbow! And Lego shipped the pieces from their world Headquarters in Denmark.
Wow! Now that would be one amazing Lego project! Personally, after all that work, I couldn’t bear to take it apart but where would you store a 12 ft ark?
