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Mostly clear, clouding up a little during the day. High around 60, nice.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjid0u9HqVH17YvmtUbFxXyc2P5Ca0I60RPiks87QsAJkXJuEPaFea-fFCPV2xsl9Hlabl4dslXGKc2JrEg9PsTBM80YIwOBJPpS0gOmOXjI6ZT2I8Vd6vWQMfkexF0uPF_EcaKK1k_0hnIoe0cOCSgW7EpYjq4Cvw_pYqqeqMecMT7jLiEMcS4fJ0x/s2160/20241118_151014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjid0u9HqVH17YvmtUbFxXyc2P5Ca0I60RPiks87QsAJkXJuEPaFea-fFCPV2xsl9Hlabl4dslXGKc2JrEg9PsTBM80YIwOBJPpS0gOmOXjI6ZT2I8Vd6vWQMfkexF0uPF_EcaKK1k_0hnIoe0cOCSgW7EpYjq4Cvw_pYqqeqMecMT7jLiEMcS4fJ0x/s320/20241118_151014.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Well, we tore into it yesterday and are still dealing with the repercussions today. I have been working on Christmas decorating,&nbsp; and decided that the curtains in this room needed to be washed. Which made me notice how dirty the windows were. Which made me move out the couch to get to the windows better, which meant cleaning under the couch...and there are totes of Fall decor to be put away, half-unpacked totes of Christmas, a pile to take to the thrift. And on it goes.</div><div><br /></div><div>While we had this mess going on, Larry decided to tackle something I have been asking for his help with for a while: cleaning out and organizing the big pantry cupboard.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzw3fFRJws8tZwTIm8OZdAyhJ_rdvkOxfyVsX3RpW8O_nuhjVABRpTdq-sQoDFKKGWt99vI1cxqpmy5SLEw3ZmReEC1JiC2AI6YA2usC6Aa9wZFWhiRt2xl1t3Ozpp0GxLnC1lRH7_wipOXzKaAaDGPJ4kTRUdqRzHGxYE3xAEpJdjayk_HqdBBZ2/s2112/20241118_192852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2112" data-original-width="1018" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzw3fFRJws8tZwTIm8OZdAyhJ_rdvkOxfyVsX3RpW8O_nuhjVABRpTdq-sQoDFKKGWt99vI1cxqpmy5SLEw3ZmReEC1JiC2AI6YA2usC6Aa9wZFWhiRt2xl1t3Ozpp0GxLnC1lRH7_wipOXzKaAaDGPJ4kTRUdqRzHGxYE3xAEpJdjayk_HqdBBZ2/w193-h400/20241118_192852.jpg" width="193" /></a></div><br /><div>This cabinet is 7 feet tall, 4 feet wide, and 20 inches deep. It holds a LOT. And it was plumb full. So in the midst of the Christmas muddle, we emptied that monster, which took up every bit of available counter and table space and filled a very large tote too. As we worked, we tossed out of date stuff, and filled a bag eith good things for the local blessings box. I mean, who needs 6 bottles of barbecue sauce? Yet there they all were, lurking in the depths.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I am happy to say that we finished the job today. I don't know if I am going to remember where we put what but at least all pasta and rice is in the same area, as is all the baking stuff, the herbs and so on. Oddly, even with all that we got rid of, we did not end up with any extra space. How did that happen? I have no idea.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkynVrOR0WnLPvKDfub3-NSULwbsxWFtkPrMop18QsFSATN33kqJdKKp9MNP2Ol_6_ZzNckEH0h9bbNMNBB7HH3XY5KDv04eNeZRx2aGdODjpxxzBOGghrBgSvdeffMVSl2uL8t4u6PTzEwTsVON3hRz8Z3nLom9PeRp4DbBukSFGUgHuKYoxfXFO/s2160/20241118_151816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="1314" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmkynVrOR0WnLPvKDfub3-NSULwbsxWFtkPrMop18QsFSATN33kqJdKKp9MNP2Ol_6_ZzNckEH0h9bbNMNBB7HH3XY5KDv04eNeZRx2aGdODjpxxzBOGghrBgSvdeffMVSl2uL8t4u6PTzEwTsVON3hRz8Z3nLom9PeRp4DbBukSFGUgHuKYoxfXFO/w244-h400/20241118_151816.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0owvQ2UiJgzA3d97lhf819uaTB4WqtGK0gL2IGapHdC9elgmFG15WE3MRTrTAylz8GdGbb1djxz2U20vchoSCC1yQ_7JYIh3nWi9uJrUKsgN2_uOHmv9yQlIPD7muxnYxxZaIVCedSw0rsBhSsnADFT-KXWRUA6B5BhBGcc4AC2a2Oj2EqgH5BCu/s2083/20241118_151549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2083" data-original-width="2083" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0owvQ2UiJgzA3d97lhf819uaTB4WqtGK0gL2IGapHdC9elgmFG15WE3MRTrTAylz8GdGbb1djxz2U20vchoSCC1yQ_7JYIh3nWi9uJrUKsgN2_uOHmv9yQlIPD7muxnYxxZaIVCedSw0rsBhSsnADFT-KXWRUA6B5BhBGcc4AC2a2Oj2EqgH5BCu/w320-h320/20241118_151549.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>And the windows are washed, mostly. Larry still has to do the outside of the one in the top photo, as it is about 12 feet or more off the ground. The curtains are re-hung, the couch back in place, and I even got through another tote, which held most of my Christmas Tree Forest. Larry put up most of the outside lights too. So progress.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibgghNO0NMYdsH9PaKEijxahinY6KRfOt3PE1UUiMmnrmX8deWFTX0LITD351QSMuypnBNuTHF1NzyPoXzDeUNu5MsDPt5U54gF6p-s1hikFOvdu3dqwYH7lPkTjJwUOFLOAs3W11Ig1RtcEQMWeuCSGB-0HtqMO8gHCqMk7NFfr00wMQTSy-yyYP/s1974/20241118_192619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1777" data-original-width="1974" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiibgghNO0NMYdsH9PaKEijxahinY6KRfOt3PE1UUiMmnrmX8deWFTX0LITD351QSMuypnBNuTHF1NzyPoXzDeUNu5MsDPt5U54gF6p-s1hikFOvdu3dqwYH7lPkTjJwUOFLOAs3W11Ig1RtcEQMWeuCSGB-0HtqMO8gHCqMk7NFfr00wMQTSy-yyYP/w400-h360/20241118_192619.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>And got out Larry's "major award" (which might be clear as mud for those in other countries,&nbsp; but comes from a very funny and hugely popular movie here in the US, <b><a href="https://m.imdb.com/title/tt0085334/">A Christmas Story</a></b>.)</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb9ngq7Zv4EkGoYdJ6tZ3Y7h1R3L9OskJfBDpnoTlu4-nJDLfwsEnZaybuzBG0tBH9oglSOYAN1LS0ltcVRVaOc1hSUDQqPadjtyQgnXGaaFIcD57odUrJn_Bo8DJjt25p6flvHmVXDJjdvjiKSvHsEgoD55J51bVMQZ3ef41lOW8LTecoocPUm0T6/s2160/20241118_191748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb9ngq7Zv4EkGoYdJ6tZ3Y7h1R3L9OskJfBDpnoTlu4-nJDLfwsEnZaybuzBG0tBH9oglSOYAN1LS0ltcVRVaOc1hSUDQqPadjtyQgnXGaaFIcD57odUrJn_Bo8DJjt25p6flvHmVXDJjdvjiKSvHsEgoD55J51bVMQZ3ef41lOW8LTecoocPUm0T6/s320/20241118_191748.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>The only downer today was literally that--- I fell&nbsp;</div><div>on the porch, tripping over the hose and cords of the pressure washer. Talk about terrified, trying desperately as I went down <i>not </i>to fall on that new knee! I somehow managed, and I am sorry to say I kinda blasted poor Larry for leaving the danged thing right in the walking path. I mean, yeah, he did leave it there, but I knew it was there and should have paid better attention. Needless to say, it was very quickly taken off the porch and put away. I wasn't hurt, and I did apologize. I swear I did.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, it has been a long and very tiring day, but it was good to get so much accomplished. I forgot to mention that my physical therapy was at 7am today. What an ungodly hour to have to be in town. And of course I woke up at 5, just because.</div><div>I still can't sleep in the bed although I try every night. And last night around 11, just as I dropped off to deep sleep, the dogs found a possum and all heck broke loose outside. So we were up and out with lights, but the poor possum was beyond help and Larry had to dispatch him to a better place. The dogs, however, felt no remorse and indeed seemed quite proud of themselves. Honestly, we don't want possums around here because yes, they will kill chickens. So there is that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, it is time to sit back with some hot chocolate and watch a movie. I think we earned it today.</div><div><br /></div>
Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/11/what-mess.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjid0u9HqVH17YvmtUbFxXyc2P5Ca0I60RPiks87QsAJkXJuEPaFea-fFCPV2xsl9Hlabl4dslXGKc2JrEg9PsTBM80YIwOBJPpS0gOmOXjI6ZT2I8Vd6vWQMfkexF0uPF_EcaKK1k_0hnIoe0cOCSgW7EpYjq4Cvw_pYqqeqMecMT7jLiEMcS4fJ0x/s72-c/20241118_151014.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>22</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-5498321579933984053</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Nov 2024 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-11-17T08:34:26.443-05:00</atom:updated><title>Week in Review </title><description><div><i>32°f, 0°C this morning at 5:30am, mostly clear. Still no killing frost, I think,, as it warmed to 34° before the sun came up. Beautiful moon, just past full. A bit of pink in the sky.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiApcu1Aj4PgawevmZ0mMu6k1k4_Y1EatYaeVc9ywdqXKPHG62fsDNBggFhWW5_iwf2is4bRTbeaZ8rOEcQsEOALYVxKroHU3c3oDf27eXePFuIdqwQt7bJrC0Qo8SYp8e3uIMCQpTgz69DO03d4rH0fu7pSy7hbbQ2Np27AY-Re29iUIvw7lTFcEy/s755/20241117_070321.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="755" data-original-width="693" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiApcu1Aj4PgawevmZ0mMu6k1k4_Y1EatYaeVc9ywdqXKPHG62fsDNBggFhWW5_iwf2is4bRTbeaZ8rOEcQsEOALYVxKroHU3c3oDf27eXePFuIdqwQt7bJrC0Qo8SYp8e3uIMCQpTgz69DO03d4rH0fu7pSy7hbbQ2Np27AY-Re29iUIvw7lTFcEy/w368-h400/20241117_070321.jpg" width="368" /></a></div><br />I haven't posted in a few days because there just hasn't been much to say. Do you have times like that, when you just feel uninspired?&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>That doesn't mean we haven't been busy, though. Monday we stocked our Ripley booth, Tuesday we went to my doctor appointment in Parkersburg, had lunch at a nice little Mom &amp; Pop place called the Crystal Cafe, shopped at Aldi's and a thrift store. Wednesday we re-did&nbsp; the display window at our Ravenswood booth and got the Christmas stuff stocked there and did some rearranging--not as well as I would have liked, but 3 hours of work and I was beat.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Thursday Larry worked on a pressure washer we bought last summer at ReStore; it wouldn't run but just a few minutes. He changed the spark plug and cleaned the magneto, and now it runs like a top. While he did that I rested, then got a dozen grab bags ready for our Ripley booth. They are having a big open house this weekend, and the grab bags always sell well during these events. Larry took them in that evening. We sold 10 of them yesterday!</div><div><br /></div><div>Then Friday we went to Spencer, because a store there had a great sale on bacon, 7.5 pounds of good bacon for $25.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjT-DhAi7vk4DnfavrPsc-zJh7t5SFNcpLfDdSBFrewaDEKoqeYejfvS73MnfunHWdrCmBVwK5DngbXleKQPRsFukkZubL9T5icHoY7mZyim1A9DAVKKkDIpAL5X6smmFY6uku-2j4ujeJTOMiAe_EslIov3A1HG2e_OqfLi7DE5NGxZZr5_dmAdnB/s2160/20241116_101403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjT-DhAi7vk4DnfavrPsc-zJh7t5SFNcpLfDdSBFrewaDEKoqeYejfvS73MnfunHWdrCmBVwK5DngbXleKQPRsFukkZubL9T5icHoY7mZyim1A9DAVKKkDIpAL5X6smmFY6uku-2j4ujeJTOMiAe_EslIov3A1HG2e_OqfLi7DE5NGxZZr5_dmAdnB/w400-h400/20241116_101403.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>The store, called Cash Saver, had very good prices, similar to Aldi's,&nbsp; so we will be shopping there more often, as it is only about 15 miles further from home than Kroger, which gets more and more expensive. Similar bacon would be almost $5 a pound there, and was off our shopping list. This pack will last us almost a year.</div><div>We aren't big bacon eaters, but it's nice every now and then, and is called for in many recipes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Spencer has some neat old buildings,&nbsp; like these two:</div><div><br /></div><div>McIntosh Hardware is one of my favorite stores. It's old time,&nbsp; with wood floors and bins full of hardware of every kind. And great, knowledgeable staff, a rarity these days.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8ma7nJaHjZsZpwdsG2icFlT3VPn0Fk9B0iZKdr35KV8NLJrxcM9DNKPGsaxtuk1xPLxAnV3AKyLS6wIJVSmFOywmOEkkgzD6IdVgMFQSzj03ilWDdAaaI2FruwUJ9zBB9UphuTwfH01VUJd8rd9miCLEtYoy1KGtzJu2rlutne-PC4Pc8xSsFkIl/s1756/20241117_081450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1756" data-original-width="1680" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd8ma7nJaHjZsZpwdsG2icFlT3VPn0Fk9B0iZKdr35KV8NLJrxcM9DNKPGsaxtuk1xPLxAnV3AKyLS6wIJVSmFOywmOEkkgzD6IdVgMFQSzj03ilWDdAaaI2FruwUJ9zBB9UphuTwfH01VUJd8rd9miCLEtYoy1KGtzJu2rlutne-PC4Pc8xSsFkIl/w383-h400/20241117_081450.jpg" width="383" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Tattoo parlors are everywhere these days. I don't understand this current craze at all, but it seems to be hanging on. This one is located in an old bank building--you can tell by the corner door and location,&nbsp; which allowed a line of sight in two directions.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFL7RvfSRSpDlejruAuaOFH82j_mees0Z7WsDUDShuGVdEMlcBOtTYkaNXvKd8YanESwJAppUJmQrgyr9BgmRZbqxXJmKsQVV9sy7UPUFumlX6YDh6wpxyoZD3o-gyo9wBMsUkqWHi2QwramSN9WA1BtgFxJQEadcWjholsg1lkH-B859bCl31RWtj/s2160/20241115_124728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFL7RvfSRSpDlejruAuaOFH82j_mees0Z7WsDUDShuGVdEMlcBOtTYkaNXvKd8YanESwJAppUJmQrgyr9BgmRZbqxXJmKsQVV9sy7UPUFumlX6YDh6wpxyoZD3o-gyo9wBMsUkqWHi2QwramSN9WA1BtgFxJQEadcWjholsg1lkH-B859bCl31RWtj/w400-h400/20241115_124728.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Spencer is a nice little town. People there are quite friendly, assuming they know you because people don't generally go there from Ripley to shop. We picked up chicken feed and stopped at the Salvation Army where I found a few nice things for our booths. (These thrift stops allow me to claim mileage on my taxes.)</div><div><br /></div>On the way back we passed through the metropolis of Peniel.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_NgGnhGoNUt-1v2m4VhwoS8rq0ff0HM18eCI2a9XKBMvSaOvjdwAKmx0xiDetdZU2rAHLg-uspeHg3bZuU3OO8g1-zJfQXN_8x-cQ9xNLj58AIXpVk3xrKw28PxatcVbN3TlFgdMSGrV2QVOdCzEYlACf4DWDaqtJyCnhl-0nnGMbRmOZa96PXHyO/s1712/20241115_135400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1049" data-original-width="1712" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_NgGnhGoNUt-1v2m4VhwoS8rq0ff0HM18eCI2a9XKBMvSaOvjdwAKmx0xiDetdZU2rAHLg-uspeHg3bZuU3OO8g1-zJfQXN_8x-cQ9xNLj58AIXpVk3xrKw28PxatcVbN3TlFgdMSGrV2QVOdCzEYlACf4DWDaqtJyCnhl-0nnGMbRmOZa96PXHyO/w400-h245/20241115_135400.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><div><br /></div><div>We decided to go into&nbsp; Ripley too, as I had a prescription to pick up...and the library was having a book sale! Wd came out with a full box for $10. Enough reading and DVDs to keep us busy a wee while.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglatC-2YnROo3jXWA1BMeww_P2OnUc1Gri5avOXHvMy9qQetioW0wdOT4_PXw5hNK0KZpOIZ7HTrSOrOAw8H7ouwZzPHbNWvIs-HnvoHtcwt-1ve32H_eFCSA8NVHQ-THDbTbQXWyYbzngyiBRwlk4uVbRmfcuagMNOf7FovZzYOdbVqGsPvJGJJa_/s1601/20241116_093005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1413" data-original-width="1601" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglatC-2YnROo3jXWA1BMeww_P2OnUc1Gri5avOXHvMy9qQetioW0wdOT4_PXw5hNK0KZpOIZ7HTrSOrOAw8H7ouwZzPHbNWvIs-HnvoHtcwt-1ve32H_eFCSA8NVHQ-THDbTbQXWyYbzngyiBRwlk4uVbRmfcuagMNOf7FovZzYOdbVqGsPvJGJJa_/w400-h353/20241116_093005.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday Larry picked the last of the peppers, which we chopped up and put in the dehydrator.&nbsp; The dried peppers are great for soups, stews, meatloaf, etc, and so handy. When that was done I began Christmas decorating.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnwt1xWeOyxVsBgfwxOB2i-XCLCwAusYsO4cP-IVrzI2ohEMhbDl5g31VnhRVFISpIKF7WvPe9NHLLDSAqA1GBMUm4aADbaxsqigNT5BLXNLQjeiE2aia00gy6OjwPm9eR7_q50cessvPR7lA0nFtdV021yiyctpzq9L4uUoMFptT1v8VorL22ieT/s1145/20241117_071849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="542" data-original-width="1145" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJnwt1xWeOyxVsBgfwxOB2i-XCLCwAusYsO4cP-IVrzI2ohEMhbDl5g31VnhRVFISpIKF7WvPe9NHLLDSAqA1GBMUm4aADbaxsqigNT5BLXNLQjeiE2aia00gy6OjwPm9eR7_q50cessvPR7lA0nFtdV021yiyctpzq9L4uUoMFptT1v8VorL22ieT/w400-h189/20241117_071849.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I figured I might as well, since we had it all dragged out to sort for the booths. I still have more to do and haven't got the tree up yet. Larry will put up the outside lights today, although I don't think we will turn them on yet.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I am really not in the spirit, truthfully, just getting it done. I just feel so tired, and this knee is no help. It is a little better for the rest from PT, but that pinched nerve/inflamed tendon is still there and preventing a good bend. I go back to PT tomorrow, so we will see what the next steps will be. At least I am sleeping better most nights, such a blessing! I am still on the couch; tried the bed again but it's a no-go.</div><div><br /></div><div>So that's been our week. Nothing exciting,&nbsp; certainly. Best news is that grandson Jared, now returned from his extended trip to southeast Asia,&nbsp; is driving home from LA and will be here for an extended stay. He is taking a scenic route and visiting friends so it will take him a week to get here. Granddaughter Ashley is flying in from Denver this weekend to stay for a week, and my sons and some other grandchildren will be here next weekend to make apple butter. So we will be seeing a lot of family very soon. I am looking forward to that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, back to my tea.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP4llQ6bNrMCEWxN4h2GSWHM_ms7nuYabdUzT8a5LtUERxDU8wNCThVLkhTF7k-XfCVbJHjHel1Qhk0erQI9mmSYwuVDSmQCxTniADoB_2f6_duc6s1yZdvIpl9RJnU4YsplF6vEFO3EXKPOHnRIea6SWFiuM5FDzLjuHhMH8RG4Msc7Q715s84fNq/s2144/20241117_061107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1995" data-original-width="2144" height="373" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP4llQ6bNrMCEWxN4h2GSWHM_ms7nuYabdUzT8a5LtUERxDU8wNCThVLkhTF7k-XfCVbJHjHel1Qhk0erQI9mmSYwuVDSmQCxTniADoB_2f6_duc6s1yZdvIpl9RJnU4YsplF6vEFO3EXKPOHnRIea6SWFiuM5FDzLjuHhMH8RG4Msc7Q715s84fNq/w400-h373/20241117_061107.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, friends.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>
Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</div></description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/11/week-in-review.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiApcu1Aj4PgawevmZ0mMu6k1k4_Y1EatYaeVc9ywdqXKPHG62fsDNBggFhWW5_iwf2is4bRTbeaZ8rOEcQsEOALYVxKroHU3c3oDf27eXePFuIdqwQt7bJrC0Qo8SYp8e3uIMCQpTgz69DO03d4rH0fu7pSy7hbbQ2Np27AY-Re29iUIvw7lTFcEy/s72-w368-h400-c/20241117_070321.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>23</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-8011502239065248501</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Nov 2024 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-11-13T09:50:44.465-05:00</atom:updated><title>Answers</title><description><div><i>34°f this morning, about 1.5°C.&nbsp;</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7bARNMuSv_HfxqTpYCe3umuXPhZm57sbVTr2iaqgEZz4VWmtAIts61u1TyYd0i9k3NIX1W9QilK8VEniQRJAlMCNnf18HgNMM5gmbKc3AFCb8DqBO4Ou6I8DfreHYdXM_7w2IwFASW5I6rEkzM5ViydnehW4DUb_hjYf0vXN_ahpV6Ny_7BaKbEvS/s765/20241112_142829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="765" data-original-width="515" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7bARNMuSv_HfxqTpYCe3umuXPhZm57sbVTr2iaqgEZz4VWmtAIts61u1TyYd0i9k3NIX1W9QilK8VEniQRJAlMCNnf18HgNMM5gmbKc3AFCb8DqBO4Ou6I8DfreHYdXM_7w2IwFASW5I6rEkzM5ViydnehW4DUb_hjYf0vXN_ahpV6Ny_7BaKbEvS/w269-h400/20241112_142829.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><br /><i>Gas prices yesterday in Mineral Wells, WV. You can believe we filled up the tank! 60 cents a gallon cheaper than in our county, just 25 miles away. What the heck!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Yesterday I saw the surgeon that replaced my knee. It was quite a wait, about 30 minutes in a room that was so cold I they had put me in cold storage. But he eventually came in and I could tell him about the problem I am having getting this knee to bend.</div><div><br /></div><div>They did an xray when I came in and he showed it to me. The knee joint looks great, just perfect really? But that pain? After carefully checking my knee he said the problem was that the hamstring tendon is inflamed, probably from trying to do too much too quickly at physical therapy.&nbsp; So, he advised canceling this week's appointments, and giving the tendon some rest and time to heal, along with ice and meds to reduce the inflammation.</div><div><br /></div><div>What a relief. Every time I went to therapy I would have a terrible night and a bad day next day...then back to therapy and repeat. So I will do the stretches as the doctor advised, but not return to therapy until next week. He was happy with my overall progress, and reminded me that this is a long recovery. Patience! Which I have very little of, but must learn.</div><div><br /></div><div>Relax time when I got home, with a glass of orange juice in a Riverside Glass Works goblet, pattern no. 300 called Block Diamond, circa 1888.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxHcCxl_9Sdwffk2hz7DqSXnx-Rt20dmHfnYRoqJTp1MZWca_NCLu543Gs0VZcl2kFZ-PhOg5eOzheAW9OOMo_AzuPIaKgQ2AM-1R2V8VKUkxK6ysHJ_9AkyG4LEnCWSkPbz90DF8KLx-Qpel2QjoznOvyCVnjg_1rmonYkypFxekr41xA82Tizqy/s2078/20241112_160751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2078" data-original-width="1235" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxHcCxl_9Sdwffk2hz7DqSXnx-Rt20dmHfnYRoqJTp1MZWca_NCLu543Gs0VZcl2kFZ-PhOg5eOzheAW9OOMo_AzuPIaKgQ2AM-1R2V8VKUkxK6ysHJ_9AkyG4LEnCWSkPbz90DF8KLx-Qpel2QjoznOvyCVnjg_1rmonYkypFxekr41xA82Tizqy/w238-h400/20241112_160751.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>
Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/11/answers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7bARNMuSv_HfxqTpYCe3umuXPhZm57sbVTr2iaqgEZz4VWmtAIts61u1TyYd0i9k3NIX1W9QilK8VEniQRJAlMCNnf18HgNMM5gmbKc3AFCb8DqBO4Ou6I8DfreHYdXM_7w2IwFASW5I6rEkzM5ViydnehW4DUb_hjYf0vXN_ahpV6Ny_7BaKbEvS/s72-w269-h400-c/20241112_142829.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-2651145452196966741</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Nov 2024 13:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-11-12T08:20:44.183-05:00</atom:updated><title>Yesterday</title><description><div><i>34°f, clear. Beautiful moon last night. Coyotes and owls seemed to like it.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1O7IaUNqKrsD_ll_v7OYoqW-1sIGNoD-4FQo7vfj3pG8HAInHfuApSZfpm55njzFgxbGFmuSHEVrraj-GJnyguLVDcynqOvXcJO32jkoUoi-0iBdLk6JJO2o-Az8N_SE0yscUrnXryE875JvUkx-ehi1Sxfs0y8szuZlfWJkV4bZr4Kayw6NoEEwb/s2160/20241110_112748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1O7IaUNqKrsD_ll_v7OYoqW-1sIGNoD-4FQo7vfj3pG8HAInHfuApSZfpm55njzFgxbGFmuSHEVrraj-GJnyguLVDcynqOvXcJO32jkoUoi-0iBdLk6JJO2o-Az8N_SE0yscUrnXryE875JvUkx-ehi1Sxfs0y8szuZlfWJkV4bZr4Kayw6NoEEwb/s320/20241110_112748.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><i><div><i><br /></i></div>One of the reblooming iris i planted 2 years ago is blooming. Now, if the dogs don't ruin it. Fingers crossed!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Off to the doc today, and hoping for answers. My measurements were better yesterday, -2 and 111, but these were not achieved without a <b>lot</b> of pain. Which isn't normal. One new exercise has helped: tying a strap around my ankle, lying on my stomach and pulling the strap over my shoulder to bend that knee. It's almost a contortionist trick! I have done it by myself but yesterday I called Larry to pull on the strap, as he would be able to pull it harder than I could. When he walked in and saw me in that position, his first reaction was, "Wow, you've got yourself in a bind!" And second, "Are you getting kinky?"&nbsp;</div><div>Very funny.</div><div><br /></div><div>But it does work to really stretch the hamstring muscle. Now if I can just find out what is causing that pinching pain.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday we missed the Veterans day parade, because I knew that I wasn't up to standing that long. And I had therapy, and we had a Hoosier cabinet in the van, along with Christmas stuff, to take to a booth--which meant at least a couple hours on my feet, on concrete. But we did stop for lunch at a local restaurant that offered a free meal for vets, and ran into two friends, one another retired librarian, the other a booth owner at one of the malls we're in. They had not met before, but joined us for coffee as they had already eaten. It was such fun to get together with friends again. Suzy is off to NYC today with a friend, to shop and see a show. She was pretty excited about that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday's sky when we got home:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWI5r56dUQ5NTYfZNQWrzqxV6R4hnNRxQCmfpgtxIAHBqtQK0H2ycANw7NcltDRFVE8AcIAG3TJz0hRw2-z23mydyhGi7iUW1Qx4ChGReCyE1st4rnh0gpicSy9Hm6pEHbrhcRWjBwdIENgOhXNTunoxUucQ1P0gtmyfIsB7fOLW-1SgIeMtljGUsU/s1998/20241112_081453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1998" data-original-width="1750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWI5r56dUQ5NTYfZNQWrzqxV6R4hnNRxQCmfpgtxIAHBqtQK0H2ycANw7NcltDRFVE8AcIAG3TJz0hRw2-z23mydyhGi7iUW1Qx4ChGReCyE1st4rnh0gpicSy9Hm6pEHbrhcRWjBwdIENgOhXNTunoxUucQ1P0gtmyfIsB7fOLW-1SgIeMtljGUsU/s320/20241112_081453.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Time to get ready to go. Unil next time, friends.</div><div><br /></div>
Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/11/yesterday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1O7IaUNqKrsD_ll_v7OYoqW-1sIGNoD-4FQo7vfj3pG8HAInHfuApSZfpm55njzFgxbGFmuSHEVrraj-GJnyguLVDcynqOvXcJO32jkoUoi-0iBdLk6JJO2o-Az8N_SE0yscUrnXryE875JvUkx-ehi1Sxfs0y8szuZlfWJkV4bZr4Kayw6NoEEwb/s72-c/20241110_112748.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-6754357434799753909</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Nov 2024 14:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-11-11T09:28:10.897-05:00</atom:updated><title>Family Veterans Day Salute</title><description><div><i>50°f, clear after a rainy day and night. Lots of rain! So thankful!</i></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15.84px;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15.84px;">My annual Veteran's Day post, with some new photos of the vets in our family.</span></div><div><div class="content" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4px; overflow-wrap: break-word; position: relative;"><div class="content-outer" style="box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15) 0px 0px 3px; margin: 0px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative; width: 412.19px;"><div class="fauxborder-left content-fauxborder-left" style="background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat-y; position: relative;"><div class="content-inner" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="main-outer" style="background-color: white; border-top: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); margin: 10px 0px 0px; min-height: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="fauxborder-left main-fauxborder-left" style="background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat-y; position: relative;"><div class="region-inner main-inner" style="margin: 0px; max-width: 960px; min-height: 0px; min-width: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="columns fauxcolumns" style="padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; position: relative; zoom: 1;"><div class="columns-inner" style="min-height: 0px;"><div class="column-center-outer" style="float: left; position: relative; width: 412.19px;"><div class="column-center-inner" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="main section" id="main" name="Main" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="widget Blog" data-version="1" id="Blog1" style="clear: both; line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="blog-posts hfeed"><div class="date-outer" style="margin: 0px; padding: 10px;"><div class="date-posts"><div class="post-outer" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template" itemscope="itemscope" itemtype="http://schema.org/BlogPosting" style="margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-2766424051993611505" itemprop="articleBody" style="font-size: 15.84px; line-height: 1.3; position: relative; width: 392.19px;"><br />To all veterans, whether you chose to serve or were drafted, thank you.&nbsp;As the mother of soldiers and airmen, I know a&nbsp;little of what it took and what it still takes from you. And to all the families of our veterans, thank you too. You also gave much.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRzhB_51VB4ipwO2Nl_kfaLdlLDkPywh6g4UmqQdYaWaQMWSs0vKhvR4jErtZ4bFv0Zvtgm-wmszb6fBAbq2nZnimsNTC8Msgu3L6j27avcHicKIVVCIsK4qrDPWNbxs5hD2mnGkFTg/s1600/Haley+and+Derek.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRzhB_51VB4ipwO2Nl_kfaLdlLDkPywh6g4UmqQdYaWaQMWSs0vKhvR4jErtZ4bFv0Zvtgm-wmszb6fBAbq2nZnimsNTC8Msgu3L6j27avcHicKIVVCIsK4qrDPWNbxs5hD2mnGkFTg/s320/Haley+and+Derek.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Above, son Derek with his daughter Haley, after she joined the Army National Guard. She's now a Sargeant.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Below, Derek at his promotion ceremony in June when he was promoted to Sgt. Major. (He was Command Sgt. Major when he retired in 2016)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXUEnNF780_wo_aEqhPr3fFonwjQ1jWeK8kmSFa8pfHTXfxzjj7CgsObqFrB0Ba8kza0EDrvPZAs1AOSPH8UYbQuvNXLsyllKtyvem_FVPZSTePy3miVG-juy4-AmJiMx4N_6qGqD7w/s1600/P1300236.JPG" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXUEnNF780_wo_aEqhPr3fFonwjQ1jWeK8kmSFa8pfHTXfxzjj7CgsObqFrB0Ba8kza0EDrvPZAs1AOSPH8UYbQuvNXLsyllKtyvem_FVPZSTePy3miVG-juy4-AmJiMx4N_6qGqD7w/s320/P1300236.JPG" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of my favorite photos of Derek, when he was in Iraq:&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjR3VZN_J4JSPTAoaN4yOMKWY5EM9fSsvXB5nMkUBooi5t17LS-E8EOD2zOUhlVN2ltaPRdWlC37hgXCXjKLbqfCYuthUF0gJcoUFy4BTV0YYRxYHcGCHacuO37xF6aSc0jWlgoTFmTXeF3E85S89m_qaBxO4T10quUgt4QWRxSI3ybnxY32lkwnA" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img alt="" data-original-height="610" data-original-width="1085" height="157" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjR3VZN_J4JSPTAoaN4yOMKWY5EM9fSsvXB5nMkUBooi5t17LS-E8EOD2zOUhlVN2ltaPRdWlC37hgXCXjKLbqfCYuthUF0gJcoUFy4BTV0YYRxYHcGCHacuO37xF6aSc0jWlgoTFmTXeF3E85S89m_qaBxO4T10quUgt4QWRxSI3ybnxY32lkwnA=w400-h225" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div>Had to keep practicing that golf swing, even in the desert!</div><div><br /></div><div>My father, who served in England during WWII, and met my mother there:</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiN0lI3S-0CP_obyo0xMFeGErr26i0Kd7JuV5TBjEEfga8zF5uhxlf6OUBg1b14UZiCa2ER1ZvoSd5p7aHY2q23uvvUZbYRaXF2OFXHiJTHhR_Ti2GtKViYhCVvVBQ1nSqgWdjpdxoIgmGgih6M82obk-CKB9BIL9J6i-ha5l87_4WEVqLH2UNkkw" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="235" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiN0lI3S-0CP_obyo0xMFeGErr26i0Kd7JuV5TBjEEfga8zF5uhxlf6OUBg1b14UZiCa2ER1ZvoSd5p7aHY2q23uvvUZbYRaXF2OFXHiJTHhR_Ti2GtKViYhCVvVBQ1nSqgWdjpdxoIgmGgih6M82obk-CKB9BIL9J6i-ha5l87_4WEVqLH2UNkkw=w293-h400" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="280" /></a></div><br />These photos are from post-World War II. Dad is in the front on the first one. He was sent to Germany for a few months after the war ended.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEignqYht5BDtlUU7w38-3f1-iW8WTAqEi2EfE7O4j3riUs3IQTrwtmDQs55JwAG6dEdvMPA5IYX_lTw-fVn_lIRQGI_dFdsQ8qFK7EECzyHK5Y1Qp_H6l5KHn_xSD1-XHkKuBLI1aU62w/s1600/3+WIC+jr+in+front.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEignqYht5BDtlUU7w38-3f1-iW8WTAqEi2EfE7O4j3riUs3IQTrwtmDQs55JwAG6dEdvMPA5IYX_lTw-fVn_lIRQGI_dFdsQ8qFK7EECzyHK5Y1Qp_H6l5KHn_xSD1-XHkKuBLI1aU62w/s280/3+WIC+jr+in+front.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1fk06uInrSDzQ8-WmxqOyzBRKqYBv0PGT0yE19su9wzd4K7kMGB8ecV9HQl70vEWva5Y5zCL8IuioYvjkKe_qPbp5dQ1-GczEGcHLj20Tny9X_EJ5TMfszNJxi0jMHA1Vi_B8kVX_zA/s1600/1+paper+article.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1fk06uInrSDzQ8-WmxqOyzBRKqYBv0PGT0yE19su9wzd4K7kMGB8ecV9HQl70vEWva5Y5zCL8IuioYvjkKe_qPbp5dQ1-GczEGcHLj20Tny9X_EJ5TMfszNJxi0jMHA1Vi_B8kVX_zA/s1600/1+paper+article.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" /></a></div><br />On the ship coming back to America after the war.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrMBwFySWg8qkwiz3MNouEeH2Ndb9HqQfOuBHxc_v2Qi5eUFOAKOXDMX5gooekS8uozjVQf_D5570u8d8AliGFz8WiU4xz1V3eeY2xraoJxpzLJ1P9mIkPO38kf0QJd2x_qZbfcAEXg/s1600/1943+The+HMS+Queen+Mary+headed+for+England,+Dad's+on+board.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrMBwFySWg8qkwiz3MNouEeH2Ndb9HqQfOuBHxc_v2Qi5eUFOAKOXDMX5gooekS8uozjVQf_D5570u8d8AliGFz8WiU4xz1V3eeY2xraoJxpzLJ1P9mIkPO38kf0QJd2x_qZbfcAEXg/s280/1943+The+HMS+Queen+Mary+headed+for+England,+Dad's+on+board.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dad and friends, goofing around--Dad is in the center bottom of the photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_ilem4UyBMmXBCgJZs8Qu_TimOmIjUknwSsPP48lIPCRpRzb-fcrClrUzWzc7NTcA_KqUVPeXwfa81QzHiLvJSxeTlM4Qhpb3PFNzKcAEH2wdIwbz1ItzMrvth67LjSjkQ3W3_rP6w/s1600/Unknown,+Bodner,+WICjr+at+gun,+Carroll+Germany+July+1945.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS_ilem4UyBMmXBCgJZs8Qu_TimOmIjUknwSsPP48lIPCRpRzb-fcrClrUzWzc7NTcA_KqUVPeXwfa81QzHiLvJSxeTlM4Qhpb3PFNzKcAEH2wdIwbz1ItzMrvth67LjSjkQ3W3_rP6w/s280/Unknown,+Bodner,+WICjr+at+gun,+Carroll+Germany+July+1945.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="280" /></a></div><div><br /></div>&nbsp;Post-war Germany, so damaged. How sad is this? And yet wars continue. Mankind never learns from the past.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJltjPKKo4JmzE91BfSdhMtt4-HPmaP9E9ngMshL8BNyks8vpiE2-HulY73X0CNUBoj7yfSaA_QYHjxL0hsW4Hub638EPf97OdMqA8M-fTAzm9t-WvwmhgXy9xcNFGu9vlXgLtoomdhA/s1600/War+damage+Germany.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJltjPKKo4JmzE91BfSdhMtt4-HPmaP9E9ngMshL8BNyks8vpiE2-HulY73X0CNUBoj7yfSaA_QYHjxL0hsW4Hub638EPf97OdMqA8M-fTAzm9t-WvwmhgXy9xcNFGu9vlXgLtoomdhA/s280/War+damage+Germany.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgj8_isUFZKl-9h0zw43P6Jlyv5VOT5Fjw7_RmixAjwP2iO_9Y4-6NtqiMxNbNy7pJ0Lsa9EHnLcPJsUL_UnV0_nRUDsz13-E08ASXmB_bi9j7yD6f4R0wqp7MAZoOkPoQGUn9FJnvyw/s1600/WIC+jr+Germany+1945.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgj8_isUFZKl-9h0zw43P6Jlyv5VOT5Fjw7_RmixAjwP2iO_9Y4-6NtqiMxNbNy7pJ0Lsa9EHnLcPJsUL_UnV0_nRUDsz13-E08ASXmB_bi9j7yD6f4R0wqp7MAZoOkPoQGUn9FJnvyw/s280/WIC+jr+Germany+1945.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dad at Dachau, where he helped with the post-war cleanup. No matter how grim, he was always able to find humor it seems! We did find a stack of photos taken inside one of the camps (I think it was Dachau, but cannot remember now). I could only look at the first two--they were too terrible.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA-HgSbqsa3s8LFG_c24oVSxkX2B-jguFXQkp79i3UXxO79ZMbKQr0boOLXeYkha0C3r2vAwmzsfkzwcBmMhh7tHB5QSTO2whMftn70C8SoX2edQy0xpb3dAH8AbeFVF0a5Ez-Iqcwti0/s1600-h/Dominick%2520Connelly%2520father%2520to%2520William%2520H%2520Connelly.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131788740022893570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA-HgSbqsa3s8LFG_c24oVSxkX2B-jguFXQkp79i3UXxO79ZMbKQr0boOLXeYkha0C3r2vAwmzsfkzwcBmMhh7tHB5QSTO2whMftn70C8SoX2edQy0xpb3dAH8AbeFVF0a5Ez-Iqcwti0/s400/Dominick%2520Connelly%2520father%2520to%2520William%2520H%2520Connelly.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" /></a></div><div>Dominick Connelly, my father's great-grandfather, who served in the Union Army during the Civil War, serving as a drummer. He was imprisoned once at Harper's Ferry, or in that region, and I believe he might have been injured once too. My sister Judy discovered that Dominick was sent to Andersonville, where he somehow managed to survive the terrible conditions.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3cAqFu3borr6itq-yAJZ-IyPHnVX3q-ueVbrQtdZGe_NCNkiUnOgdlQugec7yKGojzlzRxiCReqiy-BJ2869R_EwotQ38CtIVl9knaVlcVQmk7cAWSRML7yNo6_6OwT6yaekxJ8BFhw/s1600-h/Uncle+Sidney+Wilson,+killed+1917+WWI.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131788125842570210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3cAqFu3borr6itq-yAJZ-IyPHnVX3q-ueVbrQtdZGe_NCNkiUnOgdlQugec7yKGojzlzRxiCReqiy-BJ2869R_EwotQ38CtIVl9knaVlcVQmk7cAWSRML7yNo6_6OwT6yaekxJ8BFhw/s400/Uncle+Sidney+Wilson,+killed+1917+WWI.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative; text-align: center;" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_W0haNXCBfrU/Rze8D29p-4I/AAAAAAAAA_0/JVwOs3umlYw/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Uncle+Jim+Wilson,+died+1917+in+WWI.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"></a>My mother's Uncle Sidney Wilson, a British soldier who was killed in 1917 in World War I, before she was born.<br /><br />And her uncle, Sydney's brother James Wilson, killed in 1915, just a few weeks after this photo was taken:<br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3YdB0zblUbNFg6fQrN7wmiXJ7dON4cPwguBCIcY2dCvcdPWgtxYSwO2YVqg_XXgVNPni8GbUcRJshF8Wy3ViE_TZnPNlKfzbtqXqviVO7LSRzC3Z-sbfiFZQL-7kM_F4fEyS9LQnRQ/s400/James+Barnes+Wilson+in+the+churchyard+at+Neuve+Chappell%252C+France+WWI+3.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px;" /><br /><br />We believe at least one of the brothers was in the 1914 Christmas Eve truce, when soldiers from both sides joined in a game of soccer or football.&nbsp;</div><div><br />Back in the US:<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqhPgQEy047LT4kcug2ZmKFNJXwB8qSNSI5e3J_7n_jbfzV1H0Wial4JyaAFjsDJ23_NrJkimZC0ZVoFK1pDNQz3Ipu1aswY_lEXIEHllPaBCfkY2NhyphenhyphenHEaD-XY8F265TljaeJ6m8nI4/s1600-h/Bertha+Becker+and+William+I+Connelly+Sr+at+531+Great+Falls+S.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131787468712573906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRqhPgQEy047LT4kcug2ZmKFNJXwB8qSNSI5e3J_7n_jbfzV1H0Wial4JyaAFjsDJ23_NrJkimZC0ZVoFK1pDNQz3Ipu1aswY_lEXIEHllPaBCfkY2NhyphenhyphenHEaD-XY8F265TljaeJ6m8nI4/s400/Bertha+Becker+and+William+I+Connelly+Sr+at+531+Great+Falls+S.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative; text-align: center;" /></a>My grandfather, William I. Connelly Sr, who served as a lawyer for the Coast Guard during World War II.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5G-3DTaSfk-dNvAM1ZHdDK0-A8tC3RG17tlyUznRU4zYcITonflgk0f-NQYxEUdNXOMHDzLvTtXOeF1h9YP_X4NKDR0vBJxNCtmC1R3uD2jj5iMrDz1Q-AJ8jxpxSNKQvdZo7jiBJbZo/s1600-h/Wm+I+Connelly+Jr+9+August+1943.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131787279734012866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5G-3DTaSfk-dNvAM1ZHdDK0-A8tC3RG17tlyUznRU4zYcITonflgk0f-NQYxEUdNXOMHDzLvTtXOeF1h9YP_X4NKDR0vBJxNCtmC1R3uD2jj5iMrDz1Q-AJ8jxpxSNKQvdZo7jiBJbZo/s400/Wm+I+Connelly+Jr+9+August+1943.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative; text-align: center;" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_W0haNXCBfrU/Rze5YW9p-0I/AAAAAAAAA_U/6CWloaNuCm0/s1600-h/Family+pictures.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"></a>My father, William I. Connelly Jr, who served in the Army Air Force in England during World War II.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK6SR9O1kG3vgywXFWoBb-EkQ2jFJdA1mfiJeXg9q3CTDeiiR3T_0yENjz2IN_VbCsOz23DuoVt_yOKU6tVXV8mjj3db2FgDSJKONZTTVpVYmwq7TTIKId9HhJMJjFlicDHvBkhH9wsSU/s1600/larry+vietnam0001.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK6SR9O1kG3vgywXFWoBb-EkQ2jFJdA1mfiJeXg9q3CTDeiiR3T_0yENjz2IN_VbCsOz23DuoVt_yOKU6tVXV8mjj3db2FgDSJKONZTTVpVYmwq7TTIKId9HhJMJjFlicDHvBkhH9wsSU/s280/larry+vietnam0001.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="280" /></a></div><br /></div><div>My husband Larry, a Vietnam War veteran, above.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>And below,</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq_TOJsCSTTQtH27NjutXVpsm5CnqL4gXu3jJznVrhE2BwOnSle2q6SrlSmYmgT9f1EmnyWH1PiJL_HByLHIx8ge4Ch64VJQDxbCyCpyELKeUyPPvTc1jSWOg0UBQRs0lgmtJhQkqESIg/s1600/Jon20019.bmp" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq_TOJsCSTTQtH27NjutXVpsm5CnqL4gXu3jJznVrhE2BwOnSle2q6SrlSmYmgT9f1EmnyWH1PiJL_HByLHIx8ge4Ch64VJQDxbCyCpyELKeUyPPvTc1jSWOg0UBQRs0lgmtJhQkqESIg/s320/Jon20019.bmp" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="218" /></a></div><br />my late son Jonathan Ford who served 10 years in the Army before a medical issue forced his early retirement.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQtNj589lNfoRgcBe3_EtdX21Ts0rZJrVzpN8fpiFg2mYgII3mLMV0lg4eDGmd2bCjZrVhyU5nGkoWBXySwr3ftojOx4s14stiJ0hujlA3K1Efr0C-2UIzBdJZkHBB9IQQIaMe9Cx9g/s1600/Aaron+military.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1265" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAQtNj589lNfoRgcBe3_EtdX21Ts0rZJrVzpN8fpiFg2mYgII3mLMV0lg4eDGmd2bCjZrVhyU5nGkoWBXySwr3ftojOx4s14stiJ0hujlA3K1Efr0C-2UIzBdJZkHBB9IQQIaMe9Cx9g/s320/Aaron+military.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="252" /></a></div><br />Above is my son Aaron Ford who served 4 years in the US Air Force;<br /><br />and below is our son Tommy, who also served in the US Air Force.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLANhNAR-ns25GrZ_TFo8_X4S3IlEH9XQWecgW16afmgCGuCWTP4hylv26bXMuULyCDQ2Zqz5j_gXKDA8XbSmF7PduAUtiJztLBAsvRnG1BDDAZlWLYwzEpFQcxfytFgtkA8RkPBlhTE/s1600/231.JPG" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMLANhNAR-ns25GrZ_TFo8_X4S3IlEH9XQWecgW16afmgCGuCWTP4hylv26bXMuULyCDQ2Zqz5j_gXKDA8XbSmF7PduAUtiJztLBAsvRnG1BDDAZlWLYwzEpFQcxfytFgtkA8RkPBlhTE/s280/231.JPG" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNrNsst_EhXU1zHqBncdwumdU1H-VSfiUsH3z4tpfVn61H_q16LXdVh-EOmsm0Obe_FPLJodCWEkD1_71L1OPF3qF5hH3WZ1Ac18s2KIQnbhjmXd2pr5xPFBotqGnuaVY8sOFQIFqUg/s1600/Tommy+and+Larry+AF.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="540" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSNrNsst_EhXU1zHqBncdwumdU1H-VSfiUsH3z4tpfVn61H_q16LXdVh-EOmsm0Obe_FPLJodCWEkD1_71L1OPF3qF5hH3WZ1Ac18s2KIQnbhjmXd2pr5xPFBotqGnuaVY8sOFQIFqUg/s280/Tommy+and+Larry+AF.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="280" /></a></div><br />Below is grandson Clayton who served in the US Navy.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGn2jtQ9P3p2Gllokz0i4e-w05yJ4yYE3BzIPkBWqYarhuUdmKGpJRrKRkWtl6Op1TVvxRAuq3s7T02B_ijRtqixvILQrwZHTskJpE2fO5ebBHvGIZZJAyUjsUwbYDz03KqNM61bIOUw/s1600/Clayton%2527s+graduation.jpg" style="color: #249fa3; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="637" data-original-width="960" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGn2jtQ9P3p2Gllokz0i4e-w05yJ4yYE3BzIPkBWqYarhuUdmKGpJRrKRkWtl6Op1TVvxRAuq3s7T02B_ijRtqixvILQrwZHTskJpE2fO5ebBHvGIZZJAyUjsUwbYDz03KqNM61bIOUw/s280/Clayton%2527s+graduation.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="280" /></a></div><br />And granddaughter Beth, still on active duty with her husband in the US Navy.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAPZC6BiiBYoU-71SYBIj7UUfJPboBkjZ-Y1WZZSlGf-WqlEWqh8Eb-HfmXk89RNPDlkzWeNYXU9HOFReGWZlgfqVdOqS6440LzkqvKTk-5EPEadS2jFn_Agn9zaFkVTqo5p-8nnooBljJFq1yv3SgfB-Xi0W8RmZ12ainxb25byaxBQxv_XBiVh4i/s1142/20241111_085851.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1142" data-original-width="1069" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAPZC6BiiBYoU-71SYBIj7UUfJPboBkjZ-Y1WZZSlGf-WqlEWqh8Eb-HfmXk89RNPDlkzWeNYXU9HOFReGWZlgfqVdOqS6440LzkqvKTk-5EPEadS2jFn_Agn9zaFkVTqo5p-8nnooBljJFq1yv3SgfB-Xi0W8RmZ12ainxb25byaxBQxv_XBiVh4i/s320/20241111_085851.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>To all our soldiers, my profound gratitude and respect.</div></div></div></div><br /><br />Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div class="comments" id="comments" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 10px; min-height: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="comments-content" style="margin-bottom: 16px;"><div id="comment-holder"><div class="comment-thread toplevel-thread" style="margin: 8px 0px;"><ol id="top-ra" style="list-style-type: none; padding: 0px;"><li class="comment" id="c5705519458356078601" style="border-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 16px; padding: 0.25em 0px 0px;"><div class="comment-block" style="margin-left: 48px; position: relative;"><div class="comment-header" style="margin: 0px 0px 8px;"></div></div></li></ol></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/11/family-veterans-day-salute.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSRzhB_51VB4ipwO2Nl_kfaLdlLDkPywh6g4UmqQdYaWaQMWSs0vKhvR4jErtZ4bFv0Zvtgm-wmszb6fBAbq2nZnimsNTC8Msgu3L6j27avcHicKIVVCIsK4qrDPWNbxs5hD2mnGkFTg/s72-c/Haley+and+Derek.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-7223604676727927748</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Nov 2024 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-11-09T08:01:46.198-05:00</atom:updated><title>Saturday</title><description><div><i>34°f, about 2°C, another clear morning. Still very dry.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Sometimes I get lucky at the grocery store and find marked down flowers, like these pretty roses. It's a treat I give myself, because fresh flowers just make me smile and relax. I wonder if they have the same impact on everyone?</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1xSZwsRP61er24FTbcfIXah3Vy9Qc8F84pTDG70ik-oKa2SdvqCvCl7jkJ_oMNbCHsnvu-gURPxDBYUhszxAL9rzyOvRS0CykZL5oPDIRxMduXYbgYzhy0GYriUGeOpWXM2Pu4DIk6srO0swFCtEXNmwEIPO1GZOsN7xthKB0fvp5GRoqqRo2O1p/s2160/20241108_182027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="1574" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1xSZwsRP61er24FTbcfIXah3Vy9Qc8F84pTDG70ik-oKa2SdvqCvCl7jkJ_oMNbCHsnvu-gURPxDBYUhszxAL9rzyOvRS0CykZL5oPDIRxMduXYbgYzhy0GYriUGeOpWXM2Pu4DIk6srO0swFCtEXNmwEIPO1GZOsN7xthKB0fvp5GRoqqRo2O1p/w291-h400/20241108_182027.jpg" width="291" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Behind the flowers are some larger pieces of Blenko glass I have collected over the past few years,&nbsp; but no longer want. So they are now priced for the booth--actually these will be part of the window display. I am planning a blue/green/silver window for Christmas. Not my personal color choices; I am more of a red/green/gold girl. But a friend gave me 2 silver trees and blue ornaments, so that's what I will run with for the window this time.</div><div><br /></div><div>We have begun pulling out the Christmas totes, and sorting what will go where.&nbsp; And what will go to the thrift, because already I see things I don't want to use or sell. So downsizing a little as we go.</div><div><br /></div><div>PT was not fun yesterday, and no new progress. I am beginning to think there is some other problem that is restricting my ability to bend my knee as much as the therapists want. Because when I try--and God knows I try hard!-- I have the sharpest pinching pain on the outside and just behind my knee that is just unbearable.&nbsp; At night, that same area gets very tingly, goes right down the side of my leg and the top of my foot will get numb. Which makes sleep very broken and difficult, as I wake up over and over, moving the leg, walking, trying a different position or moving to the recliner, etc. Any relief is only temporary until I give up and get up, very early in the day. So Tuesday when I see the surgeon we will talk about all this because even the therapists are puzzled by the source of that pain. I was up around 1am researching, and seems it might be something to do with the IT band--something I didn't know I had! Learning all the time about this old body. Meanwhile, I am going to stop trying to force thst bend and perhaps the inflammation or whatever it is will ease up. At least til I see the doc.</div><div><br /></div><div>As you can see, the leaves are nearly gone. I have enjoyed my daily walk and seeing this gradual change.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNPKYyYBrj81TPbjMFEnhh72rbcdGOoguTstrN4AV6mRHS1eJgAhYiQ6LEQ-GeE5CAWNQ520LfVQVYrgg7nYK8svUkNq1cRBeHej9TaU3kvBIeNF_EaGiJZ1ctfA8LW0FnY5fbXiYm86Br729yBSze0Pkk-V1joC5vvsJpJV02BUDiO7MXKxKC2Cc/s2160/20241108_181544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="1848" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKNPKYyYBrj81TPbjMFEnhh72rbcdGOoguTstrN4AV6mRHS1eJgAhYiQ6LEQ-GeE5CAWNQ520LfVQVYrgg7nYK8svUkNq1cRBeHej9TaU3kvBIeNF_EaGiJZ1ctfA8LW0FnY5fbXiYm86Br729yBSze0Pkk-V1joC5vvsJpJV02BUDiO7MXKxKC2Cc/w343-h400/20241108_181544.jpg" width="343" /></a></div><div><br /></div>In the kitchen window, the last tomatoes are ripening. They are small but still delicious. I put up broccoli and more cabbage yesterday, and still there are more cabbages to do. What was I thinking, planting so many! I have made kraut, and now I am freezing what's left. Good thing we like cabbage. We especially like <b><a href="https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/58642/dianes-colcannon/">Colcannon</a></b>, an Irish dish that combines cabbage, potatoes, and usually ham, bacon, or other meat.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqyTTmnh0hy4BWRzWFjh6zcXKm7dVYWzpRBwnHH3oz8CAP3BjhmZHijbOm8Xz6D0IWCJXTZGw0c9Tnyz_GaOAxfaLhmJiUBASLe0KgaPmGKeKgrQbZyzoKI5RPPCoqwRr4fZd7epsg8d4Q7J0CfFBSfQbauV1HH81kjyixX-pJFwXcHeawdTDgJd8/s2093/20241108_181311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1988" data-original-width="2093" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqyTTmnh0hy4BWRzWFjh6zcXKm7dVYWzpRBwnHH3oz8CAP3BjhmZHijbOm8Xz6D0IWCJXTZGw0c9Tnyz_GaOAxfaLhmJiUBASLe0KgaPmGKeKgrQbZyzoKI5RPPCoqwRr4fZd7epsg8d4Q7J0CfFBSfQbauV1HH81kjyixX-pJFwXcHeawdTDgJd8/w400-h380/20241108_181311.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>As I returned from my walk yesterday I ventured into the herb garden to pick a few flowers. The pineapple sage (red spiky blooms) does not bloom until late September usually, but is so pretty. Thai basil (blue spikes) is also blooming, and there were some zinnias and petunias hanging on, along with pretty golden Calendula.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Qlex2-2t3zoyqp1Q-ifpG_7q7e485iMEoPyzPP2qHdNIVsLqfdd50NMliPxY9TLlQIG_G2oxsvHeo9GRPF2f1uMu8yEp3u_oFhR6S_2FtlbshyJRVhUTxWKisYd6YkvGO4wGGuLa0cqGOv8jpS6OMLJHFEmBIvvfw4ouoAlCn-0QgXF-2OkRbTJH/s2160/20241108_120807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Qlex2-2t3zoyqp1Q-ifpG_7q7e485iMEoPyzPP2qHdNIVsLqfdd50NMliPxY9TLlQIG_G2oxsvHeo9GRPF2f1uMu8yEp3u_oFhR6S_2FtlbshyJRVhUTxWKisYd6YkvGO4wGGuLa0cqGOv8jpS6OMLJHFEmBIvvfw4ouoAlCn-0QgXF-2OkRbTJH/w400-h400/20241108_120807.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Time to get Larry up. It is nearly 8am and the man would sleep all day, I swear, if given the chance. But today we have yet another homeowner problem to deal with: the pressure relief valve on the hot water heater started to drop and when Larry tried to tighten it, the drip turned to a stream. So we turned off the tank and picked up plumbing supplies on the way home from PT. Fingers crossed thatbit can be fixed. Otherwise, another big expense looms. Seems to be never-ending this year. But at least we have flowers. And pretty leaves.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Til next time, friends.</div><div><br /></div>
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No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/11/saturday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1xSZwsRP61er24FTbcfIXah3Vy9Qc8F84pTDG70ik-oKa2SdvqCvCl7jkJ_oMNbCHsnvu-gURPxDBYUhszxAL9rzyOvRS0CykZL5oPDIRxMduXYbgYzhy0GYriUGeOpWXM2Pu4DIk6srO0swFCtEXNmwEIPO1GZOsN7xthKB0fvp5GRoqqRo2O1p/s72-w291-h400-c/20241108_182027.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-7721064767167330171</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Nov 2024 21:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-11-06T16:40:58.208-05:00</atom:updated><title>Ugh</title><description><div><i>55°f, light showers, overcast.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>What else is there to say? So many really think they are going to thrive economically under this administration,&nbsp; and blinded themselves to the chaos we will now have to endure.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Hunker down, friends. I think we are in for a very rough ride.</div><div><br /></div>Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/11/ugh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><thr:total>19</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-5060504310965687001</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Nov 2024 23:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-11-05T18:26:29.694-05:00</atom:updated><title>Work Day</title><description><div><i>Forgot to check the morning temperature,&nbsp; but we reached a high of 82°f! Possibly a record for this time of year.&nbsp; Dry, dry, dry and breezy. Fire danger is high, and outdoor burning is banned.&nbsp;</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Yesterday's PT numbers were not good so my assignment was to really work this leg. Which was impossible after I got home yesterday, I was in such pain after our little outing to the thrift store.&nbsp; Ah me. It was a rough night and I was up at 5:30am today. But after ice, heat, and pain pills, I got to work and I do believe I made good progress.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>If you are not familiar with the after-surgery requirements for a knee replacement,&nbsp; basically the concern is to get the knee as straight as possible (extension, it's called) and bending as much bend as possible (flexion). Ideal is 0° extension and 120° flexion. Last week I got to -4° and 106°, which was right where I needed to be at 4 weeks. Well, yesterday I only had -5 and 95. So I had gone backwards. In my defense, the knee was miserably painful for some reason, and it took a lot of pain to even get those numbers.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I think I am back on track. We shall see tomorrow.</div><div><br /></div><div>I looked at the bill for the well repair today, and was stunned. Larry had taken care of it last night so I didn't see the bill until today. Those 2 guys were here over 2 hours, and the labor charge was only $100! The pressure tank was over $400, and the rest was parts. I know who we will call in future for well repair.</div><div><br /></div><div>I went for a walk again today, my usual up the driveway and back. There is always something new to see or changes to note.</div><div><br /></div><div>I posted a photo of this same spot last week, but what a change a few thousand less leaves make! This is one area Larry brushhogged.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNB5J5dEgRn4VvdKMh3Lqx7BALNo6w2dgkdjur0cH8FssT1sq2tHILVACAPSMNGOGpYjQ-XIgLjM4Rd1Y3wEBH-8xtKOouBsCtQVa5vezN9fKnSkICUMckz3jWtJAHyIwdssmfaRAe0x3SFW7vGKeZdZqjYGd5pUKY7LpPxWi5YO-eLUDvBMM-vvsA/s2160/20241105_105225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNB5J5dEgRn4VvdKMh3Lqx7BALNo6w2dgkdjur0cH8FssT1sq2tHILVACAPSMNGOGpYjQ-XIgLjM4Rd1Y3wEBH-8xtKOouBsCtQVa5vezN9fKnSkICUMckz3jWtJAHyIwdssmfaRAe0x3SFW7vGKeZdZqjYGd5pUKY7LpPxWi5YO-eLUDvBMM-vvsA/w400-h400/20241105_105225.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>See anything interesting in this photo?</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4T-9GQ-Pvvo5mHzyOVRjjTtaO4wy9HpIVhfAun-Wg4f6MCntqn9r70I3xLUkTLieuYZanjM29hqpsAWiSj7FqEMX4uH7CYGZajGGc9-V-eOpjn7mkeKLWHmjaqvKV9CYKFKMrZh1YNqYyM1CIBgQtZS_FL2hmncDAu7SW1gMXJJpRKsvUgeuaWfQ_/s2160/20241105_105249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4T-9GQ-Pvvo5mHzyOVRjjTtaO4wy9HpIVhfAun-Wg4f6MCntqn9r70I3xLUkTLieuYZanjM29hqpsAWiSj7FqEMX4uH7CYGZajGGc9-V-eOpjn7mkeKLWHmjaqvKV9CYKFKMrZh1YNqYyM1CIBgQtZS_FL2hmncDAu7SW1gMXJJpRKsvUgeuaWfQ_/w400-h400/20241105_105249.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>There it is! Chicken of the woods, that most delectable of wild mushrooms. Larry will cut it in the morning.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIH-O0xOIDSK06d8Ml3XrP7_qBquhLmZf3NBAD27iyNuKquPngA9zYFf0VSreg4Ed2s-YXv_Tr-WyuMOuG8d24E7dh7K7xNe6Ao0sfmu-weVE6pErwf47mo8QHxNStt6oTMAr33FkDjiAhDRVnoP1zGKeswNSPykbbSG51LiSAl-ln8J0GnHQ_dT6/s2160/20241105_105255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJIH-O0xOIDSK06d8Ml3XrP7_qBquhLmZf3NBAD27iyNuKquPngA9zYFf0VSreg4Ed2s-YXv_Tr-WyuMOuG8d24E7dh7K7xNe6Ao0sfmu-weVE6pErwf47mo8QHxNStt6oTMAr33FkDjiAhDRVnoP1zGKeswNSPykbbSG51LiSAl-ln8J0GnHQ_dT6/w400-h400/20241105_105255.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The spirea always looks so pretty in fall.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9tCsmYmA0ElHgW0cd_BgsZllS__bcBidUtQuRgfvF2fBoQEo-XgSdAwEwmCVVB0KShLWfDKDF_PaoDynlnkCDEkTa8aiKBT2CGHewOYTbFKf-LOiwZHUlFdeINTqRYpKIyddWYIXJlZqlpPlxbBzmqUCleph2wqBuTIo9sWtqYcqfv-6p_JBPoZEJ/s2160/20241105_175132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="1692" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9tCsmYmA0ElHgW0cd_BgsZllS__bcBidUtQuRgfvF2fBoQEo-XgSdAwEwmCVVB0KShLWfDKDF_PaoDynlnkCDEkTa8aiKBT2CGHewOYTbFKf-LOiwZHUlFdeINTqRYpKIyddWYIXJlZqlpPlxbBzmqUCleph2wqBuTIo9sWtqYcqfv-6p_JBPoZEJ/w314-h400/20241105_175132.jpg" width="314" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I spotted a few dandelions today, this one even making seeds.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXylJpNP6lFcd60Pdxs-Aii-snaYVoyCSJklOeBz5Ksb_nafY8h3qSVz7TIFGuvVucBWIiQbuSOSD6kPbOc6XFQqjuQwBn8JxoQ5LA-uyVQfxiWlFd28jNJJ4FPZ8Oi1ynTlM1noEsgWA3bEpp4Y2TPXqpFtDwdutJlSmzvSaJ-gsUqi8_D9ubIcXk/s1256/20241105_175231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1256" data-original-width="908" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXylJpNP6lFcd60Pdxs-Aii-snaYVoyCSJklOeBz5Ksb_nafY8h3qSVz7TIFGuvVucBWIiQbuSOSD6kPbOc6XFQqjuQwBn8JxoQ5LA-uyVQfxiWlFd28jNJJ4FPZ8Oi1ynTlM1noEsgWA3bEpp4Y2TPXqpFtDwdutJlSmzvSaJ-gsUqi8_D9ubIcXk/w289-h400/20241105_175231.jpg" width="289" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Larry's signpost. There's another I forgot to photograph. Not sure where he got some of these, and I am not asking! I bought the Cuban baseball players sign in Little Havana in Miami.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ6C0uyhDWIOMYuQGsO4YVoYSyNurn7ygKD-X0okt_fRP3Khr7idd18iL9HgOo3Orm9COjIO15IHPTJ9hyphenhypheniutyUPzKuR3TC6bbOhVOKKvvoZp7nD56E6MNifTAsbJzF9mKoJzGRw8FrYpxldM35ePxZpnQkd7bAicWSfBwqb4MwK__QRpjWfi2lh1-/s1251/20241105_175257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1251" data-original-width="704" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ6C0uyhDWIOMYuQGsO4YVoYSyNurn7ygKD-X0okt_fRP3Khr7idd18iL9HgOo3Orm9COjIO15IHPTJ9hyphenhypheniutyUPzKuR3TC6bbOhVOKKvvoZp7nD56E6MNifTAsbJzF9mKoJzGRw8FrYpxldM35ePxZpnQkd7bAicWSfBwqb4MwK__QRpjWfi2lh1-/w225-h400/20241105_175257.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Daisy, our 15 year old lab, is curious about who might live in that hole at the base of the Hickory tree.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0uw_HNzL_074IvJfinOqBFHhlBLDSDbQv7UwZu0Tkg-wY7FtVb5PzxCYhyphenhyphen_ELq53QtmRsbXdpJpqwQGyaxGbvxmLRlY3PoY60rU3xC1s7g_7l1Nesn8hNjY07piWf0r0YEx5avETXFhOidbfDU14e9zZ1BlR_78mPqY46GZNgLlHK7ccRkQljLXgQ/s1754/20241105_175337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1754" data-original-width="1014" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0uw_HNzL_074IvJfinOqBFHhlBLDSDbQv7UwZu0Tkg-wY7FtVb5PzxCYhyphenhyphen_ELq53QtmRsbXdpJpqwQGyaxGbvxmLRlY3PoY60rU3xC1s7g_7l1Nesn8hNjY07piWf0r0YEx5avETXFhOidbfDU14e9zZ1BlR_78mPqY46GZNgLlHK7ccRkQljLXgQ/w231-h400/20241105_175337.jpg" width="231" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The Shadow knows!</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEOBYVfhcVdV84ReRb3pUwQhkvx8MVgGlednNWdAld9Kftz7WI6PnmpEHOqHiRwDUmPyBHSXYr49Y5za0fbTSPLhPjsNNuqpQb_tL1wbf1VXWYMj3akQ06rl0RnXP7EhywgCd2oX5vgbDeGZXOeVgpUxr7N1pHPiI_XhIs_bdzt_GJ9abnJP7zvVy/s2160/20241105_175540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEOBYVfhcVdV84ReRb3pUwQhkvx8MVgGlednNWdAld9Kftz7WI6PnmpEHOqHiRwDUmPyBHSXYr49Y5za0fbTSPLhPjsNNuqpQb_tL1wbf1VXWYMj3akQ06rl0RnXP7EhywgCd2oX5vgbDeGZXOeVgpUxr7N1pHPiI_XhIs_bdzt_GJ9abnJP7zvVy/w400-h400/20241105_175540.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />These last were taken this evening, the end of a pretty nice day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Playing with filters&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYYBZkemcbGbDhiQeSzV-5QmK1rfW1bwn9o8XxouJ7aKaOJHFy8329swQxg0SAJVOIrgDGuCV3fpmMvfSm8dYhf4UM58RfaT7mBswioEoaX3LEjsltS4OVnqPw81JwZflq6cTO3b-Np1cwztbcuKDl7S77ohkbKM5oRFflRtb0ui2QbKK_ZGN9zlo/s2160/20241105_174943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSYYBZkemcbGbDhiQeSzV-5QmK1rfW1bwn9o8XxouJ7aKaOJHFy8329swQxg0SAJVOIrgDGuCV3fpmMvfSm8dYhf4UM58RfaT7mBswioEoaX3LEjsltS4OVnqPw81JwZflq6cTO3b-Np1cwztbcuKDl7S77ohkbKM5oRFflRtb0ui2QbKK_ZGN9zlo/w400-h400/20241105_174943.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And no filters.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrB8i4H-gSjOhmxfvmQ9JWYwI6e1mPUQpJl0dr4nfjSSP8x0Iy5_tuC26AtqQwl065ePA7tHrJ2D6kPV2seiD8jXAmMoWBdQ52sITBIeKAQK8T1WJHumc2FIz3ypYuBmrf6EGvWqMBhyphenhyphenWPHZrsI6ifgEh9LvJPI0iz5lZykhXpCyGOgxiIb7SL4Xwb/s2160/20241105_174808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrB8i4H-gSjOhmxfvmQ9JWYwI6e1mPUQpJl0dr4nfjSSP8x0Iy5_tuC26AtqQwl065ePA7tHrJ2D6kPV2seiD8jXAmMoWBdQ52sITBIeKAQK8T1WJHumc2FIz3ypYuBmrf6EGvWqMBhyphenhyphenWPHZrsI6ifgEh9LvJPI0iz5lZykhXpCyGOgxiIb7SL4Xwb/w400-h400/20241105_174808.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><br /></div>
Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</div></description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/11/work-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNB5J5dEgRn4VvdKMh3Lqx7BALNo6w2dgkdjur0cH8FssT1sq2tHILVACAPSMNGOGpYjQ-XIgLjM4Rd1Y3wEBH-8xtKOouBsCtQVa5vezN9fKnSkICUMckz3jWtJAHyIwdssmfaRAe0x3SFW7vGKeZdZqjYGd5pUKY7LpPxWi5YO-eLUDvBMM-vvsA/s72-w400-h400-c/20241105_105225.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-3942299744759006639</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Nov 2024 00:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-11-04T19:58:59.132-05:00</atom:updated><title>Little Things</title><description><div><i>55°f at 7am, such a difference from yesterday morning. More humid than it has been in a while. Warmed up to 75.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>One of our mulberry trees is just a golden delight right now. They are usually the last trees to turn color, and often drop all their leaves in an hour if we have a hard frost.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Y4ho2e6epTdSh_5O9ufXNxO9YNQKL8BowD_h5P3h_BVPT-bPQGTXFDDM3Kp_PzB5MG-litQQs2BXV0RU9wmErd6OYEqkUQs5ya3u5-lGV9f2O7fAMAcpZdgSWXgiVgmRNy_VUpknqvkqB-iSKou6X2fbUo8JMnSsXDPewxGkAgGRr_nYwuvUmdah/s2053/20241104_130823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2053" data-original-width="1634" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Y4ho2e6epTdSh_5O9ufXNxO9YNQKL8BowD_h5P3h_BVPT-bPQGTXFDDM3Kp_PzB5MG-litQQs2BXV0RU9wmErd6OYEqkUQs5ya3u5-lGV9f2O7fAMAcpZdgSWXgiVgmRNy_VUpknqvkqB-iSKou6X2fbUo8JMnSsXDPewxGkAgGRr_nYwuvUmdah/w319-h400/20241104_130823.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><br /><div>Therapy was a 9am this morning, so afterward we treated ourselves to breakfast at Tudor's Biscuit World, a West Virginia owned chain of small restaurants that specialize in breakfasts, but also serve good lunches too. I splurged! Eggs, bacon, and one biscuit covered in sausage gravy. I am ashamed to say I ate every bite-- but in my defense, I did not eat dinner last night. So I was pretty hungry by the time we got to Tudor's.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8y4tviva2pIcXdVG2pcY7ZgYp8CpXnzemap37gdagZpO8OrDPbzBH3w4ESdva5I0m_UtJcrAFWQl88PHL-N4mi3VYUs3T-8xL95HnhbseXh8SOpahOfxOAuvheh6MAGXGDshl15VXF9DLTienjAc_AK5z_ESTPzp653y0zc56Md6r8vZfyqH_zoj/s2160/20241104_102403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8y4tviva2pIcXdVG2pcY7ZgYp8CpXnzemap37gdagZpO8OrDPbzBH3w4ESdva5I0m_UtJcrAFWQl88PHL-N4mi3VYUs3T-8xL95HnhbseXh8SOpahOfxOAuvheh6MAGXGDshl15VXF9DLTienjAc_AK5z_ESTPzp653y0zc56Md6r8vZfyqH_zoj/w320-h320/20241104_102403.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>Next stop was another treat, a browse through a thrift store, where I found some nice things for our booths.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSci6ptUmXXk22uM7Bl_NHoAhSSQMNaPsDZdTbKadz7DeRwtBqla7KdnnCW_VMxC9giF8JHHVk26Sx-yUdsCFU7Y7wKWIEKyyHcJ0dr8qox_8B3eUIrWSGkg3UG6bvXTMw_QwdY85WBcqVNsdJ4l5fZFuPDaRgEm-2R5G62PDa9Pf6rfFS5fOk-k4/s2160/20241104_150256.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsSci6ptUmXXk22uM7Bl_NHoAhSSQMNaPsDZdTbKadz7DeRwtBqla7KdnnCW_VMxC9giF8JHHVk26Sx-yUdsCFU7Y7wKWIEKyyHcJ0dr8qox_8B3eUIrWSGkg3UG6bvXTMw_QwdY85WBcqVNsdJ4l5fZFuPDaRgEm-2R5G62PDa9Pf6rfFS5fOk-k4/s320/20241104_150256.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkdaxgebhabG-H5UbW6luWzCaZ8MmFagL5gvHCwEEaSF2IwwjuTtwsE6ayRyAoDQYYKrbkCPbszfSoaDAft8zpKud0gCsma_UgwsrLL6eP4hiOaGqZh0DMBJdZ2qfeBwhmWk3APXuiYIIk3SsbGDBfqb7IDZUkDACQ5wgXhicdg7F3Oh4Mm_G6vU8/s2160/20241104_150240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkdaxgebhabG-H5UbW6luWzCaZ8MmFagL5gvHCwEEaSF2IwwjuTtwsE6ayRyAoDQYYKrbkCPbszfSoaDAft8zpKud0gCsma_UgwsrLL6eP4hiOaGqZh0DMBJdZ2qfeBwhmWk3APXuiYIIk3SsbGDBfqb7IDZUkDACQ5wgXhicdg7F3Oh4Mm_G6vU8/s320/20241104_150240.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PqCWU2Era4u_VDRv1pSZJoKep6NTXkdL8ejnGSXnBXOSlHp4OWSX81F_uxeJPzQt-k1-i-uqBc8hj7GxHvXaZdXhIve4r4_9tCkSz0mLNaDv1cyK6hSUp6qkm3Ax6ym34deE9_9_F1sN9PnuKtw7PV4Iqsg4zXgCXgylW_rzNfe7ET9BY6_DYnfX/s2160/20241104_150222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PqCWU2Era4u_VDRv1pSZJoKep6NTXkdL8ejnGSXnBXOSlHp4OWSX81F_uxeJPzQt-k1-i-uqBc8hj7GxHvXaZdXhIve4r4_9tCkSz0mLNaDv1cyK6hSUp6qkm3Ax6ym34deE9_9_F1sN9PnuKtw7PV4Iqsg4zXgCXgylW_rzNfe7ET9BY6_DYnfX/s320/20241104_150222.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Best find, not pictured, was an old oak kitchen chair for $1.49. I will clean it up, add a Christmas wreath, and take it to one of our booths as a "porch decor chair".&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I was tuckered out by the time we got home, but went ahead and priced and packed our finds for the booths and then got out the first of the Christmas totes. Because it's time to get that show on the road. I dread it, honestly,&nbsp; but it must be done as one mall has an open house scheduled for next week. Too early for me, but apparently not for the rest of the world.</div><div><br /></div><div>I sat down to start a new book this evening,&nbsp; and all of these fell out.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44UjWRJ2LIsdkZgS5in6mHBmJO_FgOSp2FhI85Jqj7bd_5Kw1N5EB8IRwB2scaeyzueN5vphXz07YST6YKvpmRzUQ9TOQHPIoskq__7M978MKCOmH505J5nuUxwd3zctJp-StIdhJIth41PUQiOrTztCgfwy9mlh8mCcBOvbZnT-HyrGCfiE0NALA/s2160/20241104_193319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44UjWRJ2LIsdkZgS5in6mHBmJO_FgOSp2FhI85Jqj7bd_5Kw1N5EB8IRwB2scaeyzueN5vphXz07YST6YKvpmRzUQ9TOQHPIoskq__7M978MKCOmH505J5nuUxwd3zctJp-StIdhJIth41PUQiOrTztCgfwy9mlh8mCcBOvbZnT-HyrGCfiE0NALA/w400-h400/20241104_193319.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>The book was from a thrift store, and I had no idea these leaves were in there. What a sweet find.&nbsp; I think I may frame them.</div><div><br /></div><div>The well guys arrived around 5 this evening, just before dark, and are still working on putting in the new pressure tank. I hate to see the bill, but it had to be done.</div><div><br /></div><div>All the news for today. Now to wait with baited breath for tomorrow. I am very afraid of what the results may be. (And just heard: $574.00. About what I expected.)</div><div><br /></div>
Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/11/little-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Y4ho2e6epTdSh_5O9ufXNxO9YNQKL8BowD_h5P3h_BVPT-bPQGTXFDDM3Kp_PzB5MG-litQQs2BXV0RU9wmErd6OYEqkUQs5ya3u5-lGV9f2O7fAMAcpZdgSWXgiVgmRNy_VUpknqvkqB-iSKou6X2fbUo8JMnSsXDPewxGkAgGRr_nYwuvUmdah/s72-w319-h400-c/20241104_130823.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-3053641036668804633</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Nov 2024 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-11-03T19:23:55.944-05:00</atom:updated><title>Quiet Weekend</title><description><div><i>30°f this morning, -1A°C. Cold but no frost or freeze. Very dry still.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixmIHEL8O6rtQiJh7ZGc02o3T88aeYZR4gIOd5LjfKPA48QPstuMm9lr34NtxGzAIdGaXeQ54Q6vr5NHNM1Zb_BFS6PASRSaJ6iH1mR-JFb-h3oY2JAnMpqQNerdmQgVhh5Zf1ZnA9jdcfW8u6VhMuVwk743eqORh1VrenrAFthTr-WPbTC6Jh_qJc/s2156/20241103_091136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1313" data-original-width="2156" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixmIHEL8O6rtQiJh7ZGc02o3T88aeYZR4gIOd5LjfKPA48QPstuMm9lr34NtxGzAIdGaXeQ54Q6vr5NHNM1Zb_BFS6PASRSaJ6iH1mR-JFb-h3oY2JAnMpqQNerdmQgVhh5Zf1ZnA9jdcfW8u6VhMuVwk743eqORh1VrenrAFthTr-WPbTC6Jh_qJc/w400-h244/20241103_091136.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Even the dogs were quiet today!</i></div></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>It has been a quiet weekend here. The well man came Friday morning, bless him, and found our problem-- the pressure tank has gone bad. He was able to do a temporary fix so we have water again, thank goodness, and will be back soon to replace the tank. So, repairs will be in the $$$ range. What a relief. We are accustomed to being without water occasionally because of power outages, but it is unsettling when it's our pump that goes down.</div><div><br /></div><div>Friday was not a great day for me, lots of pain so lots of rest. Saturday, however, was a very good day. I was outside all morning, cleaning up and putting away stuff, getting the last leek plants ready for Larry to plant, and tidying up in the cellar house. In the afternoon I chopped up the celery Larry harvested&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNsb2W0DGel204vjfUTP98FPZprN58F2z2YfbGqeV6dOUlICvt5ikS3RhAH2y63kAZ33CoIpxaquVGByyxM8F6AoLNZtJVTpF4xvprpyjHnmcp4NrWXIqOOrw0DibnENWW1Af-ppTwV4_o7CX93j5282QdYhGGTNbzlTlkp5-THuRcj57ad6cXoyR/s2160/20241102_122108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNsb2W0DGel204vjfUTP98FPZprN58F2z2YfbGqeV6dOUlICvt5ikS3RhAH2y63kAZ33CoIpxaquVGByyxM8F6AoLNZtJVTpF4xvprpyjHnmcp4NrWXIqOOrw0DibnENWW1Af-ppTwV4_o7CX93j5282QdYhGGTNbzlTlkp5-THuRcj57ad6cXoyR/w400-h400/20241102_122108.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>and put 3 big bags in the freezer, with the leaves still drying today in the oven with the pilot light. The leaves will be ground up and used in soups, etc.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today we were both tired. Larry has finished brushhogging, and has been cutting firewood from fallen trees and cleaning up around his buildings. He has been getting his equipment ready for winter too, and doing some garden cleanup. So today, we took it easy. I finished processing some kraut I started before my surgery and priced a tote for the booths, and honestly, that was about it. Larry cut a little wood and made room in his buildings for the tractor and four-wheeler. It was nice to just enjoy time on the porch on this pretty day.</div><div><br /></div><div>This coming week we have appointments every single day. Not looking forward to that! How is it that they pile up so?&nbsp; I have 3 for the dreaded PT, and Larry has 2 with the Veterans Administration in Huntington, which is 2 hours + away. Ah well, this too shall pass!</div><div><br /></div><div>Leaving you today with this photo taken by grandson Jared on his last evening in Paris.&nbsp;</div><div>(I cropped it from his Instagram post that shows up on Facebook as a Story.)</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWLlQZaJHsqafaHdXLMeMLe7uCZGePVMJXf8fWWrlgZ6pbMnTMerkJveKG9-MSQ_gh5BeG6b1eQ-2zApON1XUMZlFNVi7V0ndc7m3Et-rIWfrfQyHVigw-heiaJjlHLaZcfzd_W7YS5MqJOv6_ATT5uUAXIlpBVTOrxERbm2jCjwbiPlcb-0CzeSs/s1558/20241103_192044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1558" data-original-width="857" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnWLlQZaJHsqafaHdXLMeMLe7uCZGePVMJXf8fWWrlgZ6pbMnTMerkJveKG9-MSQ_gh5BeG6b1eQ-2zApON1XUMZlFNVi7V0ndc7m3Et-rIWfrfQyHVigw-heiaJjlHLaZcfzd_W7YS5MqJOv6_ATT5uUAXIlpBVTOrxERbm2jCjwbiPlcb-0CzeSs/w220-h400/20241103_192044.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div><br /></div>This was taken from his friend's apartment. Can you imagine seeing that every day?<br /><div><br /></div><div>Jared has had quite a trip. He left August 2 and spent the last few months in Indonesia, Borneo, Thailand, Turkey, Abu Dhabi, Rome and Paris. He arrived back in the States last night. I hope to talk to him soon, but I sure enjoyed following along on his trip via his posts and videos on Facebook.</div><div><br /></div>
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No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/11/quiet-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixmIHEL8O6rtQiJh7ZGc02o3T88aeYZR4gIOd5LjfKPA48QPstuMm9lr34NtxGzAIdGaXeQ54Q6vr5NHNM1Zb_BFS6PASRSaJ6iH1mR-JFb-h3oY2JAnMpqQNerdmQgVhh5Zf1ZnA9jdcfW8u6VhMuVwk743eqORh1VrenrAFthTr-WPbTC6Jh_qJc/s72-w400-h244-c/20241103_091136.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-8623174134797959096</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Nov 2024 00:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-11-01T20:02:26.501-04:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Halloween!</title><description><div><i>46°f, cloudy and breezy.&nbsp;</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuDgixkvejbKejDW0Otg6FEAPaDpSGanij0Jz5671X8BNO7Rf_HtIkIiaZOmiWTYvdCx3V-meqtbT6clyxXwICVjKaHq3RG1kvVo8xcjAIvTdHLcz180eeJnv6l08eK_ITIgEc2hbmGio1T7qV3fVyhXOvdCEgVFCxBJaKSIIxURcJXCDViVcGq-s/s400/201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuDgixkvejbKejDW0Otg6FEAPaDpSGanij0Jz5671X8BNO7Rf_HtIkIiaZOmiWTYvdCx3V-meqtbT6clyxXwICVjKaHq3RG1kvVo8xcjAIvTdHLcz180eeJnv6l08eK_ITIgEc2hbmGio1T7qV3fVyhXOvdCEgVFCxBJaKSIIxURcJXCDViVcGq-s/w300-h400/201.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Are you ready for trick-or-treat? We are, sort of. Since we will be lucky to get even one, this year we saved the calories from eating the candy ourselves, and opted to have $1.00 bills to give out. At least those won't put weight on our hips!</div><div><br /></div><div>When we first moved here, we had 20 or 30 kids stopping by, but these days people are scared of our driveway or just don't want to go off the beaten track that far. We see the vehicles go by on the ridge but that's about it. I considered sitting at the top of the hill to hand out candy, but then thought, nah, if they want it they will have to come get it! Curmudgeon, much?</div><div><br /></div><div>Today was another ho-hum day. I made omelets for breakfast with peppers, onions, and tomatoes from the garden (thanks for this inspiration,&nbsp; Catalyst!). Then housework, exercises, etc. I made pasta Alfredo for dinner, using broccoli, peppers, onions, squash, and tomatoes fron the garden, along with some diced chicken I had cooked the other day.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Nb1q6HOjpwWUe29EQ-WGyXQB4lvvl4N2OVlc0UJOAB7YHf9kyJ9p26KjVv1ZyQUKPcykkHN2BA5W6UBxbbY9uacjKfAkIdyjth4nHdlH0_Vz7I_wMGCVhv5l3fhbNKGSaMmuaNY4a40vVRU5-5lHC7J6_8mOLoF8yV6NNrqiIImrUtAGFE5bXEYg/s2160/20241031_165054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Nb1q6HOjpwWUe29EQ-WGyXQB4lvvl4N2OVlc0UJOAB7YHf9kyJ9p26KjVv1ZyQUKPcykkHN2BA5W6UBxbbY9uacjKfAkIdyjth4nHdlH0_Vz7I_wMGCVhv5l3fhbNKGSaMmuaNY4a40vVRU5-5lHC7J6_8mOLoF8yV6NNrqiIImrUtAGFE5bXEYg/s320/20241031_165054.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>I am trying to use up odd bits still coming from the garden, can you tell? The broccoli was really lovely, though, and I have plenty left for a few more meals. Larry brought in about 20 more sweet peppers, so I chopped those up for the freezer. Tuesday I froze more Savoy cabbage, but still have the Stonehead cabbage to do. And celery. Here it will be November in the morning, and still our garden is feeding us. What a blessing it has been.</div><div><br /></div><div>I extended my walk today but was sorry by the time I started back, and by the time I got home I was really hurting. Today has not been a good day, disappointing after yesterday. Just another lack of sleep, hurting kind of day. I know from others who have had this done that this is just how it goes, all part of the healing process. I took a short nap, which helped. How luxurious it feels to nap in the middle of the day!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiio2UXreP6oPMNrE54aDpci36D7sDfaX-gSJEaORVRUVyduHkgs_EQYgmcU-3pmg41bTTYyUZejqBcaF5T9V18durIlVqSNFs-7Fd0GkN0AngBPC-GAoJ8xRF3txB9ITaaJMe-Gea1_IPDLlsAsFOgFBy2AZs61rjKYKDNG62TRgn9C1e5SioUEsWi/s2160/20241031_160500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiio2UXreP6oPMNrE54aDpci36D7sDfaX-gSJEaORVRUVyduHkgs_EQYgmcU-3pmg41bTTYyUZejqBcaF5T9V18durIlVqSNFs-7Fd0GkN0AngBPC-GAoJ8xRF3txB9ITaaJMe-Gea1_IPDLlsAsFOgFBy2AZs61rjKYKDNG62TRgn9C1e5SioUEsWi/w400-h400/20241031_160500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><i>Any idea what tree this might be from? My first thought was basswood (linden), but maybe pawlonia? Hoping it's the former, as pawlonia is an invasive species.&nbsp;</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>The leaves came down in sheets today, with the strong breezes we had all day. The beautiful maple I posted yesterday is bare today, and now we can see through from the driveway to the next ridge.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2EXnIKgMhzXlmkDRHkRSmexrpHvv_ZODEYbZD5wGkepJ38xVcoc0igH95xQj6RfKCpqTp1tvgv-3AnRWlaFnMDjpGt3CrEq77kfeN7WrjMgO_mKDtlUijv8k-LULquHdVv8HexdHNQakPzNayasZLFFwZSEbNxud2PbRYUOz4MeE81mw89oQM_FA/s2160/20241031_154819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2EXnIKgMhzXlmkDRHkRSmexrpHvv_ZODEYbZD5wGkepJ38xVcoc0igH95xQj6RfKCpqTp1tvgv-3AnRWlaFnMDjpGt3CrEq77kfeN7WrjMgO_mKDtlUijv8k-LULquHdVv8HexdHNQakPzNayasZLFFwZSEbNxud2PbRYUOz4MeE81mw89oQM_FA/w400-h400/20241031_154819.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>This little tree, though, is holding on. I believe this one is a sourwood, which is revered for the honey made from its blossoms.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hivCFTjCD_3e2mxCCwu3zDdkzonDmrdmkQziLYu4icvfe8neIhnoLgRboT_JGAT9PJnQkktDSu7UCUuy8q2rQHQgUEcm14N5CWKSPH6CqUniZRsw2JNSNOOWzTuIi4O4iLx2vkX5ZKLdgrR1e2ycAzjwOOR1sfW6KfAsE1Y94q0jQGcsB3g2Ili1/s2160/20241031_185641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9hivCFTjCD_3e2mxCCwu3zDdkzonDmrdmkQziLYu4icvfe8neIhnoLgRboT_JGAT9PJnQkktDSu7UCUuy8q2rQHQgUEcm14N5CWKSPH6CqUniZRsw2JNSNOOWzTuIi4O4iLx2vkX5ZKLdgrR1e2ycAzjwOOR1sfW6KfAsE1Y94q0jQGcsB3g2Ili1/w400-h400/20241031_185641.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>The bad news today is that the water quit. Why we have no idea yet. It was fine all day but this evening, nada. I called 2 well companies and await a return call. Well repairs are never cheap. It may be as simple as replacing the points in the box ( I have no idea what that means but that happened before), which will cost $$$ to fix. Or, shudder, the pump might have gone out. Being that it is 723 feet down in the ground,&nbsp; that will be one very expensive repair, as in $$$$-$$$$$. So please pray it isn't that.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>The creepy old cabin in the first photo is actually one of the two log cabins we tore down to add rooms on to our house. 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padding: 0px;"><div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template" itemscope="itemscope" itemtype="http://schema.org/BlogPosting" style="margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1739333884027376414" itemprop="articleBody" style="font-size: 15.84px; line-height: 1.3; position: relative; width: 392.19px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Tailypo</span></b></div><br />An old man once lived alone in a cabin in the woods. All alone 'cept for his three dogs, Yuno, Ino and Cometickocalico. Them's his three dogs.<br /><br />One day the old man went hunting, but he came home with his gamebag empty, no meat for the pot. He looked around in the cupboard but all he found was an old dried-up piece of cornbread. He threw it in a bowl, poured some water over it, but it was still too tough to eat, so he threw it outside for his dogs.<br /><br />"No meat tonight," he muttered to himself as he settled into his chair by the fire.<br /><br />It was just at that moment that he heard something over by the wall. A sound like&nbsp;<i>scritch, scritch, scritch</i>. He looked into the dark corner of the cabin and right at the crack between the logs and the floor he saw two pointy ears, then two red eyes, and then a l-o-n-g, furry tail.<br /><br />The old man grabbed his hatchet and crept toward that creature. Just as he was about to grab it, it saw him and jumped back under the floor. But the old man reached out and grabbed its tail--and cut that tail clean off with his hatchet!<br /><br />"There's meat for the pot!" He laughed as he threw the tail into the kettle of water boiling over the fire. Cooked it, he did, then took it out and put it in his bowl, tried to eat it.<br /><br />"Pah! That tastes awful!" The old man spit it out.<br /><br />He carried the bowl out to the porch and called his dogs. "Yuno! Ino! Cometickocalico! Here! Here!" He threw the tail out into the yard.<br /><br />Them dogs come running, took one sniff of that tail, and dragged it under the porch.<br /><br />The old man went back inside. "Goin' ta bed hungry tonight." He crawled into bed and pulled the quilts up around his neck.<br /><br />He hadn't been asleep very long when a strange sound woke him up. It was right by his gate.<br /><i><br /></i><b><i>Scritch! Scritch! Scritch!</i>&nbsp;</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>"Tailypo! Tailypo.&nbsp;</b><b>Comin' ta git my Tailypo!"</b><br /><br />The old man called his dogs. "Yuno! Ino! Cometickacalico! Here! Here!" Them three dogs come running, chased that creature clear down into the woods. And that old man, he went back to sleep.<br /><br />But he hadn't been sleeping very long when he heard it again. This time it was right out by his gate.<br /><br /><i><b>Scritch! Scritch! Scritch!&nbsp;</b></i><b>All I wants is my Tailypo!"</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>"Tailypo! Tailypo!&nbsp;</b></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1739333884027376414" itemprop="articleBody" style="font-size: 15.84px; line-height: 1.3; position: relative; width: 392.19px;"><b><br /></b>The old man called his dogs. "Yuno! Ino! Cometickacalico! Here! Here!" This time, only two dogs come running, but they chased that creature clear down into the woods. And that old man, he went back to sleep.<br /><br />But he hadn't been sleeping very long when he heard it again. This time it was right by his cabin door.<br /><b><br /></b><b><i>Scritch! Scritch! Scritch!</i>&nbsp;</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>"Tailypo! Tailypo!&nbsp;</b><b>Comin' ta git my Tailypo!"</b><br /><div><b><br /></b></div>The old man called his dogs. "Ino! Cometickacalico! Here! Here!" This time, only one dog come running, but Cometickaocalico chased that creature clear down into the woods. And that old man, he went back to sleep.<br /><br />But he hadn't been sleeping very long when he heard it again. Now it was right out by his front door.<br /><br /><b><i>Scritch! Scritch! Scritch!&nbsp;</i></b><br /><b><br /></b><b>"Tailypo! Tailypo!&nbsp;</b><b>All I wants is my Tailypo!"</b><br /><br />The old man called his dog. "Cometickacalico! Here! Here!" This time, no dog come running.<br /><br />The old man pulled the covers up to his eyes.<br /><br />He looked down at the foot of his bed and saw two little pointy ears, and two little red eyes.<br /><br /><b><i>SCRITCH! SCRITCH! SCRITCH!</i>&nbsp;</b><br /><b><br /></b><b>"TAILYPO! TAILYPO! TAILYPO! COMIN' TA GIT MA TAILYPO!"</b><br /><br /><div>"I-I ain't got yore ol' Tailypo!"</div><div><br /></div><div>"You know...and I know...that you...</div><div><br /></div><div>DO!" And that creature jumped on that old man.</div><div><br /></div><div>No one ever saw that old man again. No one ever saw them three dogs again either.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>But if you stand quiet and listen on a moonlit night, you just might hear,</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>"Tailypo! Tailypo! Now I've GOT my Tailypo!"</b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLOiosVQYxECDJq8SeMPanQSXntnHtjwzQOteJLYdW1SXIKHW4FmeY586u0mlbvpuoLM7_nnnI4926HoRtCMPz0xajqW2hQNJ8W5XXpDALLynLVUQ6I7PTe7cfyFRmo4s7M8mgNHtJF4/s320/ebay+tea+cups+blue+dishes+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLOiosVQYxECDJq8SeMPanQSXntnHtjwzQOteJLYdW1SXIKHW4FmeY586u0mlbvpuoLM7_nnnI4926HoRtCMPz0xajqW2hQNJ8W5XXpDALLynLVUQ6I7PTe7cfyFRmo4s7M8mgNHtJF4/s320/ebay+tea+cups+blue+dishes+011.JPG" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>For links to other versions of this story as well as other jump tales (and a brief explanation of the jump tale genre)&nbsp;<b><a href="http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2008/10/jump-tales-for-halloween.html" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">check out this post</a></b>&nbsp;I wrote back in 2008.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Have fun!</div><div><br /></div>Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved.&nbsp;</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/11/happy-halloween.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuDgixkvejbKejDW0Otg6FEAPaDpSGanij0Jz5671X8BNO7Rf_HtIkIiaZOmiWTYvdCx3V-meqtbT6clyxXwICVjKaHq3RG1kvVo8xcjAIvTdHLcz180eeJnv6l08eK_ITIgEc2hbmGio1T7qV3fVyhXOvdCEgVFCxBJaKSIIxURcJXCDViVcGq-s/s72-w300-h400-c/201.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-454699052398943097</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2024 00:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-10-30T20:36:10.155-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Good and the Sad</title><description><div><i>46°f and mostly clear at 7am, warming to 81. Breezy.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Got this done today:</div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAE8nlcqVZoK_Salr-uI6w_6Hxc9l5_7DwmWedVNdR8Bu5VORami5zosEAeBsBtuA3ZYSRfbYaumtY9ZDmsJTqgK0GfQnD-_w8psbuyInh8uNXFMPxWCainw_OBHRsH39CQ6jsVOOY6zcCj-ERCfOi9U-JeG7ncVN_hX_VWU-psrodBzs7kppkvFkf/s1968/20241030_164337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1968" data-original-width="1968" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAE8nlcqVZoK_Salr-uI6w_6Hxc9l5_7DwmWedVNdR8Bu5VORami5zosEAeBsBtuA3ZYSRfbYaumtY9ZDmsJTqgK0GfQnD-_w8psbuyInh8uNXFMPxWCainw_OBHRsH39CQ6jsVOOY6zcCj-ERCfOi9U-JeG7ncVN_hX_VWU-psrodBzs7kppkvFkf/s320/20241030_164337.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />In this county and state, there were many races where there were no Democrats on the ticket.&nbsp; When I moved here, this was a strong union, Democratic state, but Ronald Reagan changed that, and now there are only a few pockets of blue in the entire state. So sad that we have little choice in the elections now. Much of my ballot was blank. Still, a vote is a vote, and we did what we could.</div><div><br /></div><div>At least PT was good. I worked hard on the exercises yesterday, and it paid off in noticeable progress today. I didn't get to walk with the dogs today as after PT we went to Shari's for lunch, then went to vote.&nbsp; We walked a couple blocks to the courthouse, and I was so pleased that I could walk the distance with no pain. After voting we stopped at the antique mall and straightened things up because we had sold a table. Then home, where I talked on the phone with a dear old friend for over an hour. She called to let me know that another friend from our storytelling days had passed away. I was so sad to hear that. Bizzie Vunderdink (her real name) was a sweet, funny, kind lady.&nbsp; I searched my blog to find a photo of her, but found only this very blurred image.&nbsp; I will always remember her joy in life, her humor, and her generosity.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCzzitWomA718FjjQ_9IQxG17ILLjfjXIZHpue9SCy_fEx2ie5F8ULRYepuzaUqEPBCI6SyQSxFYJfGLv2EODvN4YhQ9P6uzBkPYciGADHENTnloOBNtIVxXhnXSo_I4rAVEIgMu6tLxLhatEZxV3nFwPt7J5SAvzhDofn4SHOzDRMeUf5Hshxzkq/s634/20241030_202822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="284" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCzzitWomA718FjjQ_9IQxG17ILLjfjXIZHpue9SCy_fEx2ie5F8ULRYepuzaUqEPBCI6SyQSxFYJfGLv2EODvN4YhQ9P6uzBkPYciGADHENTnloOBNtIVxXhnXSo_I4rAVEIgMu6tLxLhatEZxV3nFwPt7J5SAvzhDofn4SHOzDRMeUf5Hshxzkq/w179-h400/20241030_202822.jpg" width="179" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Life is so fickle, isn't it. One leaves, and the rest of us muddle along somehow without them. But the memories remain, and for that I am truly thankful. Rest well, dear Bizzie. You earned it.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div>
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No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/10/the-good-and-sad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAE8nlcqVZoK_Salr-uI6w_6Hxc9l5_7DwmWedVNdR8Bu5VORami5zosEAeBsBtuA3ZYSRfbYaumtY9ZDmsJTqgK0GfQnD-_w8psbuyInh8uNXFMPxWCainw_OBHRsH39CQ6jsVOOY6zcCj-ERCfOi9U-JeG7ncVN_hX_VWU-psrodBzs7kppkvFkf/s72-c/20241030_164337.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-6735536267846111939</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Oct 2024 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-10-29T19:01:46.593-04:00</atom:updated><title>Walking the Dog(s)</title><description><div><i>43°f at 7am, some red in the sunrise but a breezy, pretty day.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBmHZw4f57AZB1Uqp3515IgRGqDS2glvlIQRdPbRXpFLsgPLk2_DM1Iukgi5ny6rLUJKWcC1zsJ8_PqN6FP4xB6vvlKjVEaHhkb2mVt02OkIsxZ_04CYIIR4dGCzgVmDVQ35-ayC3wQTuIDfOKO3sp2yhi9lmBtn2hyphenhyphenNbYYMhzK9S1Wh_eFwLI72p/s1250/20241029_184424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1250" data-original-width="1050" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBmHZw4f57AZB1Uqp3515IgRGqDS2glvlIQRdPbRXpFLsgPLk2_DM1Iukgi5ny6rLUJKWcC1zsJ8_PqN6FP4xB6vvlKjVEaHhkb2mVt02OkIsxZ_04CYIIR4dGCzgVmDVQ35-ayC3wQTuIDfOKO3sp2yhi9lmBtn2hyphenhyphenNbYYMhzK9S1Wh_eFwLI72p/w336-h400/20241029_184424.jpg" width="336" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Since Saturday I have been going for short --very short--walks, testing out this new knee. So far, so good, even on our gravel driveway. I use my cane of course, as I am not that brave yet! Today I managed 7/10ths of a mile, all the way to the top of our driveway.&nbsp; Of course, walking might not be the right word, saunter is probably more accurate. But it is lovely to stroll along without pain. While the knee still needs much work re straightening and bending, pain now is mostly limited to exercise and nights. Sleep is better, but still not great.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, I get canine companionship each time I venture out. Not Buddy, poor fellow, because once he gets past the electronic fence, he might not stop running for miles, literally. But Daisy enjoys a nice wander, even at her advanced age (15),&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvUy8oeaCQ0AuCkVHep5YpbNqx1ZtgY1hneziVuFziNGn1OJZpSkFmFzOmcO7DZZKHyn0i385xiA9ftxbr7H2CmVfxITRnvxxHNWKII4lJcYKAoHRLcj4bYz0HFcVFWCTUgwn9tJ7uNGOeyc-_BU1gFt2-EQns7DgMtlmDiz1XLJux2fAYQrXq5sZ/s1628/20241029_183612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1628" data-original-width="1410" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvUy8oeaCQ0AuCkVHep5YpbNqx1ZtgY1hneziVuFziNGn1OJZpSkFmFzOmcO7DZZKHyn0i385xiA9ftxbr7H2CmVfxITRnvxxHNWKII4lJcYKAoHRLcj4bYz0HFcVFWCTUgwn9tJ7uNGOeyc-_BU1gFt2-EQns7DgMtlmDiz1XLJux2fAYQrXq5sZ/w346-h400/20241029_183612.jpg" width="346" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>and Little Boy is up for anything.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/10/walking-dogs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBmHZw4f57AZB1Uqp3515IgRGqDS2glvlIQRdPbRXpFLsgPLk2_DM1Iukgi5ny6rLUJKWcC1zsJ8_PqN6FP4xB6vvlKjVEaHhkb2mVt02OkIsxZ_04CYIIR4dGCzgVmDVQ35-ayC3wQTuIDfOKO3sp2yhi9lmBtn2hyphenhyphenNbYYMhzK9S1Wh_eFwLI72p/s72-w336-h400-c/20241029_184424.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-5821868758120639120</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Oct 2024 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-10-29T06:00:00.117-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Wartime Murder</title><description><div><i>Another story from my blog archive, this one posted in 2018. It has been fun to go back and re-visit these tales. I hope you enjoy this one.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>While working on research for the first ghost walk, I came upon a two-line mention of a young soldier who was killed by the Home Guard in our town and buried in a shallow grave on the banks of Mill Creek.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Mill_Creek_Ripley.jpg/300px-Mill_Creek_Ripley.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="224" data-original-width="300" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/Mill_Creek_Ripley.jpg/300px-Mill_Creek_Ripley.jpg" /></a></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mill Creek, near the site of this story</i></div></i><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>The first year, I worked with that small amount of information to create a very short story that was mostly conjecture. Since then I have researched enough to finally have the whole story, or at least as much of it as has survived in written records or oral transmission. This is the story, as best as I can put it together.<br /><br />The year was 1862. War between the States was just beginning to move into more remote areas, and western Virginia was no exception. Here the scant population was divided in their loyalties, half being of Northern persuasion and the rest Southern. Some, partlcularly the well-to-do and those who owned larger tracts of arable land, favored the Confederacy. There were others less affluent who still saw the war as an act of aggression on independent people and joined the cause of the South. And then there were those pressed into service in the Confederate army unwillingly; this happened more than we might think on both sides because many men saw the war as no business of theirs and wanted to remain at home and care for their farms and families.<br /><br />And then there were the renegades. These were roving bands of men who saw the war as an opportunity to plunder and take what they wanted. They claimed a loose affiliation to one side or the other and gave themselves any military rank that suited them. Such a group was the Mocassin Rangers, who operated in central and western counties of what is now West Virginia.<br /><br />The Mocassin Rangers were led by a man from Calhoun county named Daniel Duskey. His sons Andrew and George were members of Duskey's band and so was Josiah Parsons. Josiah (called Joe) hailed from the West Fork River region of the county; his father was one of the first, if not the first, settlers in what is now the town of Spencer. "Devil Bill" was one wild man, and perhaps the fruit didn't fall far from the tree.<br /><br />After a notorious raid on Ripley in December 1861 Joe, Daniel and George Duskey and other Mocassin Rangers were taken prisoner by Union soldiers in a surprise attack a few months later. The Rangers were taken to Wheeling and put in jail, but George Duskey and Joe Parsons&nbsp; managed to escape by claiming to be sick. They were taken to a hospital but made their escape en route. Joe made his way back home to the West Fork.<br /><br />For some reason I have not been able to discover,&nbsp; Joe Parsons took a trip to Ripley. He was followed by some of his West Fork neighbors who apparently didn't like his politics or his sctivities with the Rangers. Perhaps he was making his way to Ohio with a view to heading west to wilder lands; perhaps he was going to visit family still in the area. Whatever his reason for the trip, it was a fatal choice.<br /><br />As he was traveling along the old Ripley-Ravenswood Pike in the area around what is now 7th Street, he was accosted by the Ripley Home Guard. The Home Guards were usually composed of local men who were too young or to old to join the military, so they became defenders of their local communities. Some were as renegade in their actions as the guerilla groups. I am pretty sure that none of the Guard was too happy to see one of the men that had raided and embarrassed their town only months earlier.<br /><br />There is no record of what transpired when Parsons, the Home Guard, and the people from the West Fork met. But the result was violent. A gun was put into Parsons' mouth, and in the words of some local historians, "they blew his head off." The Home Guard were thrown into confusion as to what to do next, so they carried the body of Parsons to the home of Enoch Staats, the leader of the Guard, and asked what they should do. Staats advised them to bury the dead soldier by the creek behind his home, and that is what they did.<br /><br />So somewhere along the banks of Mill Creek, behind the Sheriff's office built on the site of the Staats' home, there lies the remains of Josiah Parsons. He was only 23 years old.<br /><br />Perhaps, though, young Joe is no longer in that shallow grave. Mill Creek frequently comes out of its banks and there have been many floods over the years that might have carried his remains all the way to the Ohio River. There are those who claim that while the location of his body might be in question, his spirit still roams the banks of Mill Creek.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>(As an unrelated aside to this story, 2 large beams and a wooden over-the-window drying rack from the Staats home are part of my home. We acquired them when the house was torn down, over 40 years before I researched and wrote this account.)</i><br /><br />Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</div><div><br /></div>
Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/10/a-wartime-murder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-2972995170789259392</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Oct 2024 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-10-27T18:14:53.859-04:00</atom:updated><title>Un-Newsy Weekend</title><description><div><i>34°f, about 1.5°C. Chilly and mostly clear. High of 63f today.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZHy_4QtT3jBmMbB6Gsnv7UAnx-9v_H-UsK3dFmAHd8oUFDra1K0wdDqiyXt7Rma7uU1oQ0Yi2cBI3LuyL-LIOzuiCgQvv7BNM4PHCj-tPi8Uq4OT7fGP8DqtvdCkNvRGGA7Qc95pCTvNMRFGBOG4X12PTpRglhu6bdHmaKgV_PIYY0a86QNOhg2mZ/s2160/20241026_131603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZHy_4QtT3jBmMbB6Gsnv7UAnx-9v_H-UsK3dFmAHd8oUFDra1K0wdDqiyXt7Rma7uU1oQ0Yi2cBI3LuyL-LIOzuiCgQvv7BNM4PHCj-tPi8Uq4OT7fGP8DqtvdCkNvRGGA7Qc95pCTvNMRFGBOG4X12PTpRglhu6bdHmaKgV_PIYY0a86QNOhg2mZ/w400-h400/20241026_131603.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><i><br /></i></div><div>Knee work continues, a little easier every day. I can see progress, not as fast as I would like, but getting there. The PT tech manipulated my kneecap the other day which helped with the nerve pain ("zingers" as I call them). Did you know your kneecap just kinda floats around in there? News to me. By doing a very gentle adjustment, he was able to nearly eradicate one of the pains that was keeping me up at night. The therapist repeated the massage on Friday, so one area is feeling a lot better.&nbsp; Another nighttime irritant is that my whole knee is so sensitive that any cloth touching it is painful. I learned through a little research and YouTube that I can desensitize the area by lightly tapping or slapping it--not on the scar as that has not completely healed, but all around it. I started doing that last evening and can already tell a difference.</div><div><br /></div><div>The biggest news is that I can <i>finally </i>sleep in the bed! Well, I guess you could call it sleep. I am still waking every hour or so,&nbsp; trying to find a comfortable position. Fortunately Larry sleeps so soundly that he says I do not disturb him. At least this is now mainly discomfort and not actual pain. Giant step!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>The bad news is that I apparently caught a fragment of Larry's virus from last week. Mine has been a slight fever, queasy stomach, and just generally feeling lousy. It has pretty much finished its course, thank goodness. I am thankful it was not worse.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been getting out and walking a bit (with my cane) and did 3/10ths of a mile today. I will continue to increase the distance slightly each day. It feels good.</div><div><br /></div><div>All right, enough of all that! What else has been going on here? Not much for me honestly. My pt exercises, feeling bad and being tired pretty much sums up my weekend. Larry on the other hand is busy as can be. He has been getting the fall brushhogging done now that the yellow jackets have left (where do they go, I wonder?), and doing some outside cleanup. Which leaves me alone and bored, but it is what must be right now.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I finished another Maisie Dobbs book (book 5, I think, and it was not a favorite), and also Elizabeth Strout 's latest, <b><u>Tell Me Everything</u></b>.&nbsp; This one was fairly short, and featured once again her character Olive Kittinger and several others from her past novels. A fine read.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been re-watching the series <u style="font-weight: bold;">The Duchess of Duke Street.</u>&nbsp; Do you remember this old BBC series? Larry goes to bed very early these days, but I try to stay up until at least 10 just tobshorten the nightly battle with sleep, so I watch a few episodes of Mrs. Trotter and company every night. The series revolves around a young woman who is determined to be a cook in Victorian England when female chefs were unheard of. Her success leads to the purchase of a hotel and the story weaves in and out among the staff, the times, a bit of royalty here and there, and dilemmas of all kinds. Quality BBC, in my opinion, even if it was made in the 70's.&nbsp; No subtitles, which can make some of the thick accents a challenge.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile,&nbsp; Fall keeps falling.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHV94pzWnD-cWn_TaEq1VsQKzMXh7N5yfvwtOdcIAohS__uJ8Z5wg7JFb1i7LlYeMxsSHXxHgt4W2O3G_Krky-egPZ3DLq8PbCloxhfMft0X-WSmrctB59P9czxlSh9SlKrplHiOC90xCklOu2YedSYKFTdy1G88Jjvt7A7NYt0B1o-K3_TYvoXTYz/s2160/20241027_175049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHV94pzWnD-cWn_TaEq1VsQKzMXh7N5yfvwtOdcIAohS__uJ8Z5wg7JFb1i7LlYeMxsSHXxHgt4W2O3G_Krky-egPZ3DLq8PbCloxhfMft0X-WSmrctB59P9czxlSh9SlKrplHiOC90xCklOu2YedSYKFTdy1G88Jjvt7A7NYt0B1o-K3_TYvoXTYz/s320/20241027_175049.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/10/un-newsy-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZHy_4QtT3jBmMbB6Gsnv7UAnx-9v_H-UsK3dFmAHd8oUFDra1K0wdDqiyXt7Rma7uU1oQ0Yi2cBI3LuyL-LIOzuiCgQvv7BNM4PHCj-tPi8Uq4OT7fGP8DqtvdCkNvRGGA7Qc95pCTvNMRFGBOG4X12PTpRglhu6bdHmaKgV_PIYY0a86QNOhg2mZ/s72-w400-h400-c/20241026_131603.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-4711697914688772913</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Oct 2024 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-10-27T06:00:00.116-04:00</atom:updated><title>Then and Now</title><description><div>I turned up this old photo the other day, of our house in 1976 or 1977, not long after we moved in (August '76 was when we moved in; nowhere near finished).</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ee7IxBUZ4nu-rJ-I3f3b-8AQTTfelLc7XBh-GH4f2K6Uv9lyzpGkqDxBJaNCLHzVSgxg7JN1Jfv3cOLTiVOjh7UnttGpcgMsuHf8YgF6U2I9UMyKztt5l0sHssMcG_Jh1-DRgiW7ngKN3h33CZ01FReXoJ2BiKnQsjqogTrn23hYRuvgB-6REbht/s2160/20241026_120423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ee7IxBUZ4nu-rJ-I3f3b-8AQTTfelLc7XBh-GH4f2K6Uv9lyzpGkqDxBJaNCLHzVSgxg7JN1Jfv3cOLTiVOjh7UnttGpcgMsuHf8YgF6U2I9UMyKztt5l0sHssMcG_Jh1-DRgiW7ngKN3h33CZ01FReXoJ2BiKnQsjqogTrn23hYRuvgB-6REbht/w400-h400/20241026_120423.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Certainly looks different today. This was taken from close to the same spot. I am not surebenough on my feet yet to actually climb the hill to the exact place.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZ4xeEQa1iYal5OflKq9GR74m5e69KZyiXiEMzVBAM4-O-6kvTTjo_Z4oPgo9vPSKdQOhwMP4Rvji1FtgdxWUO6pQW3IeiEJDAncbaH-2qVBe9AYl8n8RdLfloptkDDuYd7flPw01fVQu3BGsPFudhSDrRDPT77v6btzO2Rg2e6GHmqMifDa_mp9A/s2075/20241026_160407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2075" data-original-width="2075" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrZ4xeEQa1iYal5OflKq9GR74m5e69KZyiXiEMzVBAM4-O-6kvTTjo_Z4oPgo9vPSKdQOhwMP4Rvji1FtgdxWUO6pQW3IeiEJDAncbaH-2qVBe9AYl8n8RdLfloptkDDuYd7flPw01fVQu3BGsPFudhSDrRDPT77v6btzO2Rg2e6GHmqMifDa_mp9A/w400-h400/20241026_160407.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">The oak siding, which was cut from timber from our land, was milled by a neighbor and has darkened over the years.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">I <i>still </i>need to paint that window frame red! Every year for the past 3 years I have vowed to get it done, and, well, there it still is, white.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">The trees in the foreground of the first photo were pines, and aome fell in the 2003 ice storm, the others in the 2011 derecho.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>So much has changed. Trees have grown huge, porch, deck, rooms added, the cellar house and patio built...and me, a whole lot older.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div>
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The leaves are coming down quickly.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Sharing another ghost story from this blog, written on the same date in 2009.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="body-fauxcolumns" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.4px; height: 6996.8px; left: 0px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 0px; width: 412.19px; z-index: -1;"><div class="fauxcolumn-outer body-fauxcolumn-outer" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: -webkit-gradient(linear, 0 420, 0 500, from(rgba(207, 231, 209, 0)), to(rgb(207, 231, 209))); background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; bottom: 0px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 0px; width: 412.19px;"><div class="cap-top" style="background-position: left top; background-repeat: repeat-x; background-size: 100%; height: 400px; position: absolute; width: 412.19px; 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line-height: 1.4; margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="blog-posts hfeed"><div class="date-outer" style="margin: 0px; padding: 10px;"><div class="date-posts"><div class="post-outer" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template" itemscope="itemscope" itemtype="http://schema.org/BlogPosting" style="margin: 0px; min-height: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="post-header" style="font-size: 15.84px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em;"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-8000986159487361354" itemprop="articleBody" style="font-size: 15.84px; line-height: 1.3; position: relative; width: 392.19px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpEC8BP912riv1ThLUIP3-RreoT8-S9buDRBB3CKDtTDEK6zXABFkQtVM0leuqFJHno5gVMbnYqJhBM6NKhnuVzbsLFbC8t6IuCgYpVf10or55qFGKU-cHPVIzDDun16cIOFcyz2ZHpw/s1600-h/106_1258.JPG" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396965110528003570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpEC8BP912riv1ThLUIP3-RreoT8-S9buDRBB3CKDtTDEK6zXABFkQtVM0leuqFJHno5gVMbnYqJhBM6NKhnuVzbsLFbC8t6IuCgYpVf10or55qFGKU-cHPVIzDDun16cIOFcyz2ZHpw/s280/106_1258.JPG" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; height: 210px; margin: 0px auto 10px; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 280px;" /></a><br /><div>I have seen and photographed this trestle before. It is located between Grafton and Philippi, West Virginia, and is on a rail line that is still in use. It soars many feet above the marshy valley below, curving as it makes its way from one hill to the next. I do not know any history of this stretch of rail or why it was decided to build the long trestle instead of descending to the valley floor, unless the marsh just made that an impractical option.</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2aaInhiK-e1p2CTld1ClIhpzeh86ZZ3dLNeoq2lu-8SjNDvX_YJUf8Of37N9fQqQs1h_OBYFF0Cja7zwoCJc7iOu2Ucug_EmtrshlKnZkzqKhXFwd51yzqJgyL9PkSOO0mm808E36AQ/s1600-h/106_1259.JPG" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396965104621063218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2aaInhiK-e1p2CTld1ClIhpzeh86ZZ3dLNeoq2lu-8SjNDvX_YJUf8Of37N9fQqQs1h_OBYFF0Cja7zwoCJc7iOu2Ucug_EmtrshlKnZkzqKhXFwd51yzqJgyL9PkSOO0mm808E36AQ/s280/106_1259.JPG" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; height: 210px; margin: 0px auto 10px; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 280px;" /></a>The early morning fog provided ethereal light for photos of the marching, massive pylons on which the trestle depends.<br /><div></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396965093703651906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0GUQzFEu3Iba_0lZ0rZaehzADu09AzKowroGWE0aLeGhOdrgbtkrFAObfQ5_Ms5u2xT3Nbyms3dicHZyR4o6EyVVSSNzgzblHmGWyaOMA72q6FAOesPRo_E1JMnWMA5_n-p6b6Jeuw/s280/106_1269.JPG" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; height: 373px; margin: 0px auto 10px; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; text-align: center; width: 280px;" /></div><div></div><div>Before we left, I stopped to listen and soak in the morning. Birdsong I did not recognize filled the air, perhaps from water birds hidden in the marsh. This area is the Pleasants Creek Wildlife Management Area and I wondered if birdwatchers often came here to listen and to spot the shy inhabitants.<br /></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396965099559290962" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9XTdwGHuxtl3IPZJUYt5SYtZx_-L9gsxQqSUfWazURn7gW82hma3FcVcxhQNZ99b17zE5_WF10qPhVxyR1H3Ng4yG-PwEV935mrJGdZa3ndLZB9yzKDe51osxa7WxM9xyhWPpRW0LGQ/s280/106_1264.JPG" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; height: 210px; margin: 0px auto 10px; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; text-align: center; width: 280px;" />This last photo is so ghostly that it calls out for a "haint" tale. A railroad story seems especially fitting, don't you think? This story is based on a small suggestion of a story in the&nbsp;<a href="http://www.weirtondailytimes.com/page/content.detail/id/529551.html?nav=5001" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"><strong>Weirton, WV newspaper</strong></a>&nbsp;last week. Sometimes when the story is so sketchy, a storyteller has to imagine what might have happened, which is what I have done in the following tale.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In a small coal town in West Virginia, a young man walked along the tracks at night, on his way home from a late night of overtime at the mines. Jim could have walked by road, but the railroad tracks were a direct path to his house, which was located only a few hundred feet from the passing tracks. Often the rumble of the trains would rattle the windows of his home, and sometimes a dish would fall and shatter in the kitchen.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jim didn't mind the noise and shaking too much, because the trains meant coal was being shipped out and that was a good thing. It meant job security and a secure home for his family. As long as he didn't get hurt, that is. He carried the danger of working in the mine in the back of his mind always and was diligent about following any safety procedures he could to help prevent any accident that might leave him injured or, worse, dead.</div><div><br /></div><div>This night, he was bone tired. His shoulders slumped as if carrying the weight of tons of black coal on them. His clothes were black with coal dust, and so was his face and his hands. He trudged homeward, mulling over the shift he had just worked and wondering who had called off sick so he'd had to work over. Not that he minded. Overtime was good money, and Jim was always glad to get it.</div><div><br /></div><div>He never heard the train approach. Perhaps his mind was so busy with its own thoughts, or maybe he was so tired he walked in his sleep. By the time the engineer saw the young man, it was too late. Pulling the brake with all his might, the engineer shouted, "Get off the tracks! get off the tracks!" as if the young man would hear him over the screaming of metal of metal.</div><div><br /></div><div>There was no thud, no sound at all when the train struck Jim, flinging his body far out into the darkness beyond the tracks. The train's crew jumped off as soon as the train stopped, and soon found the young man's lifeless body. Two little children and a young mother were left alone that night.</div><div><br /></div><div>Years later, another man walking home along the tracks saw someone moving ahead of him. The walker looked tired and his clothing was filthy with coal dust. The rumble of an approaching train warned Henry to get off the tracks, but the walker ahead of him continued to walk on, oblivious of the train. In horror, Henry saw the train strike the walker and saw the man's body fly off into the darkness. The train never slowed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Henry ran into the station to report what he had seen, but the clerk saw his face and said, "Don't worry. he's not really there. That's just young Jim, walking home to his family again. He's been doing that every year on this day--same time when he was hit and killed by a train. You're not the first to see him and you won't be the last."</div><div><br /></div><div>Henry thought about Jim every day after that night. He could not get the sight of the train hitting the young man out of his mind. The following year, he returned to the tracks on the anniversary of Jim's death. He waited by the tracks and watched the trains rush by. Around midnight he saw once again the tired, slumped shoulders of Jim in his coal-stained clothing walking ahead of him along the tracks.</div><div><br /></div><div>This time Henry rushed ahead, screaming, "Get off the tracks! Get off the tracks! The train is coming!" The walker turned and the man saw a skeletal, haggard face. He fell back in fright, but continued to yell, "The train is coming! The train is coming!"</div><div><br /></div><div>The walker seemed to shake himself, as if waking, and jumped from the tracks just as the train rushed past. As Henry watched, the walker faded from sight. Young Jim had been saved at last, and he was never seen again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Want more?</div></div><div><div><br /></div><div>The story of&nbsp;<a href="http://www.americanfolklore.net/folktales/wv3.html" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"><strong>Screaming Jenny</strong>&nbsp;</a>comes from the Harper's Ferry region of West Virginia, where many ghosts reportedly are still in residence.<br /><br /></div><div>From Marion County, WV comes&nbsp;<a href="http://www.wtblock.com/wtblockjr/ghost.htm" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"><strong>the story of a young man traveled to Texas</strong></a>&nbsp;to discover a ghost train instead of the relative he expected to meet.<br /><br /></div><div>Probably the most widely known railroad ghost in West Virginia,&nbsp;<a href="http://users.wirefire.com/magick/new_page_9.htm" style="color: #249fa3; text-decoration-line: none;"><strong>The Silver Run Tunnel ghost</strong>&nbsp;</a>is one that trainmen still talk about.</div></div></div></div><div class="comments" id="comments" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 10px; min-height: 0px; position: relative;"><div class="comments-content" style="margin-bottom: 16px;"><div id="comment-holder"><div class="comment-thread toplevel-thread" style="margin: 8px 0px;"><ol id="top-ra" style="list-style-type: none; padding: 0px;"><li class="comment" id="c4557046673693169956" style="margin: 0px 0px 16px; padding: 0.25em 0px 8px;"><div class="comment-block" style="margin-left: 48px; position: relative;"><div class="comment-header" style="margin: 0px 0px 8px;"><br /></div></div></li></ol></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
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No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/10/the-amazing-trestle-and-ghost-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpEC8BP912riv1ThLUIP3-RreoT8-S9buDRBB3CKDtTDEK6zXABFkQtVM0leuqFJHno5gVMbnYqJhBM6NKhnuVzbsLFbC8t6IuCgYpVf10or55qFGKU-cHPVIzDDun16cIOFcyz2ZHpw/s72-c/106_1258.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-6778176060906013323</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Oct 2024 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-10-23T13:18:36.987-04:00</atom:updated><title>Just Another Day</title><description><div><i>56°f this morning, crisp fall air.&nbsp;</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCafJIYWZ2w5H3-FETpXRhXc5VNITrEFqc15twQKLt1aXwtQut55fgXg-iDWFNnp5NXpywOU3bdM_fHlgm-n2fmycgf9pzXbNen9z6TZHRSMHzl-1DleBVKk6KbGnNjbxp4Z2lTS5pLdmn-Z01b1Fcu_Hj574KSQ2yQtiI9ctwM02FjGi5fnHnJlW/s2160/20241023_130856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1751" data-original-width="2160" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCafJIYWZ2w5H3-FETpXRhXc5VNITrEFqc15twQKLt1aXwtQut55fgXg-iDWFNnp5NXpywOU3bdM_fHlgm-n2fmycgf9pzXbNen9z6TZHRSMHzl-1DleBVKk6KbGnNjbxp4Z2lTS5pLdmn-Z01b1Fcu_Hj574KSQ2yQtiI9ctwM02FjGi5fnHnJlW/w400-h324/20241023_130856.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8zte-mDsZb-l8QD2SbmCPqYBCqcxlyx_ZN0-8MUeToH3A9nfglELinSqH3tK_CJQSVGE2JXv0o4n5QaAdeYNOzx5q842x6_dkiCkf1BjgmrbTCRSuWZNRIJk0-JTMFEZK60qpxyqZDALSJns2C70QlCiJ8zTeDeMA5LVbrrINbV9zILKPRmveD-Vh/s2160/20241021_164230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8zte-mDsZb-l8QD2SbmCPqYBCqcxlyx_ZN0-8MUeToH3A9nfglELinSqH3tK_CJQSVGE2JXv0o4n5QaAdeYNOzx5q842x6_dkiCkf1BjgmrbTCRSuWZNRIJk0-JTMFEZK60qpxyqZDALSJns2C70QlCiJ8zTeDeMA5LVbrrINbV9zILKPRmveD-Vh/w400-h400/20241021_164230.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJru_JWFRV0l-xVEQprAcNgtBoJfE5-b9EvWU_y_WbVCyo7v7QhZrkmX7ibiMQwrvCFtDsJtXwKLbKmU3NhxSSKsya6NaL6QDTypUmYvH5e2cl6ECE2anreeyyZN9bqg6xKQDHmQrMu6vTdfmy9ZFOp7ojLC-B8PrF0CCpPtQuArMzM2bJheO9Ryx/s2160/20241021_164209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPJru_JWFRV0l-xVEQprAcNgtBoJfE5-b9EvWU_y_WbVCyo7v7QhZrkmX7ibiMQwrvCFtDsJtXwKLbKmU3NhxSSKsya6NaL6QDTypUmYvH5e2cl6ECE2anreeyyZN9bqg6xKQDHmQrMu6vTdfmy9ZFOp7ojLC-B8PrF0CCpPtQuArMzM2bJheO9Ryx/w400-h400/20241021_164209.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>Leaves are really falling now. It is so beautiful outside. I am mostly enjoying it from the porch or the log room, and on trips to PT to let strangers play with my leg. I wish it were just play! But progress is slowly happening, so the pain is worth it. I guess.</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday was another rough day, mostly due to no sleep, but last night I did much better and was up doing laundry and cooking today. Squash casserole and banana bread, yum. This wasn't one of Angie's fabulous banana bread recipes, but I did use our black walnuts in it.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-KIkdw4nQeULNLsjONhPYoNEXByrkAGypJ__j5nVk-RN3LEX-Buqh8VdJJJsuymYr5lDlUCyka7BR3bajvVfy9thyphenhyphenrlTMkFl6AvcQdmx7pJuAsYfNp_vBQCdhhjvJaKK8LjSdPSjHhN_4q3PcA49XDc_4sVF_2V1EClK4HnD1j2wW62uUpwTsG3Iw/s2160/20241023_121349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-KIkdw4nQeULNLsjONhPYoNEXByrkAGypJ__j5nVk-RN3LEX-Buqh8VdJJJsuymYr5lDlUCyka7BR3bajvVfy9thyphenhyphenrlTMkFl6AvcQdmx7pJuAsYfNp_vBQCdhhjvJaKK8LjSdPSjHhN_4q3PcA49XDc_4sVF_2V1EClK4HnD1j2wW62uUpwTsG3Iw/w400-h400/20241023_121349.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioj20BaRCXV33IuAdImAHK7wAmk4W9Q0gmjrVnn4eN0adZZGu7s6bp9j-UiCmAx__rVx303gLlSzbMhz_UCHm9WaETQtFQTRX-7KJWEXVC4D9-iTwkCcG1v6FjhauHXO7nUmdIJqJCDqOR-OiWMAdavYt4eVGj-r7238SH0xgbHo0YbSrRRVSmyB0_/s2160/20241023_121316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioj20BaRCXV33IuAdImAHK7wAmk4W9Q0gmjrVnn4eN0adZZGu7s6bp9j-UiCmAx__rVx303gLlSzbMhz_UCHm9WaETQtFQTRX-7KJWEXVC4D9-iTwkCcG1v6FjhauHXO7nUmdIJqJCDqOR-OiWMAdavYt4eVGj-r7238SH0xgbHo0YbSrRRVSmyB0_/w400-h400/20241023_121316.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>At PT as I write this, waiting my turn. Hoping for more progress!</div><div><br /></div>
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No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/10/just-another-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCafJIYWZ2w5H3-FETpXRhXc5VNITrEFqc15twQKLt1aXwtQut55fgXg-iDWFNnp5NXpywOU3bdM_fHlgm-n2fmycgf9pzXbNen9z6TZHRSMHzl-1DleBVKk6KbGnNjbxp4Z2lTS5pLdmn-Z01b1Fcu_Hj574KSQ2yQtiI9ctwM02FjGi5fnHnJlW/s72-w400-h324-c/20241023_130856.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>23</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-6437297481815279930</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Oct 2024 22:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-10-22T18:59:01.368-04:00</atom:updated><title>Rowlesburg Ghost Story</title><description><div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; position: relative;"><span style="font-size: small;">I</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: small;">originally posted this story here in 2008, but since it's the haunting season, I thought I would dig into my archives and share a few ghost stories again.</span></h3><div class="post-header" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em;"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5012093929786378662" itemprop="articleBody" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 1.3; position: relative; width: 392.19px;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198405822840513602" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbYma6eEqrZlpzbQMxfNkkcj8OUjHVw2otsITdFMdODaeGafgxuRaCWL_G0Orj5PehH7XOp_rlvmsfRrcXMJvxrKlrrg0x96lsitqqYhBxf1kop7S8HsK-_jcnSWhLQVGbFIoIVdAtg/s400/trayrunviaductrowlesburg.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; box-sizing: border-box; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; max-width: 100%; padding: 5px; text-align: center;" /><br /><em style="font-size: 15.84px;"><span style="font-size: 14.8104px;">The Tray Run Viaduct near&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Rowlesburg</span>. The viaduct is part of the image on the reverse side of the WV State Seal, according to Jim&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Comstock's</span>&nbsp;West Virginia Encyclopedia.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><em style="font-size: 15.84px;"><span style="font-size: 14.8104px;">I found this story in three sources, but I think Ruth Ann&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Musick's</span>&nbsp;version, with a citation for the teller of the tale, is most credible. She called it The Misty Ghosts in her book&nbsp;<strong>Coffin Hollow&nbsp;</strong>(University of Kentucky Press, 1977. pp 41-42). Dr.&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Musick</span>&nbsp;heard the story from Theresa&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Britton</span>&nbsp;of&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Rowlesburg</span>, who had heard it from her grandfather. Other sources are&nbsp;<strong>Ghost Train!&nbsp;</strong>by Tony&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Reevy</span>&nbsp;and&nbsp;<strong>Haunted West Virginia</strong>&nbsp;by Patty A. Wilson.&nbsp;<strong>Ghost Train!</strong>&nbsp;cites Dr.&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Musick's</span>&nbsp;book, but I don't have a copy of&nbsp;<strong>Haunted West Virginia</strong>&nbsp;to see its citations (I viewed the book online).</span></em><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">A young woman went to Pittsburgh to seek employment.&nbsp;</span><em style="font-size: 15.84px;">(This was probably around the turn of the century when travel by rail was in its heyday).</em><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">&nbsp;She found a position as household help and settled in to her job. But she grew lonely and she was homesick for the people and the place she left behind.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">As it happened, she met a young man&nbsp;</span><em style="font-size: 15.84px;">(one version claims she met him while visiting&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Rowlesburg</span>, but Dr.&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Musick's</span>&nbsp;story says that she met him in Pittsburgh).</em><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">&nbsp;He was from a community called&nbsp;</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="font-size: 15.84px;">Manheim</span><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">, which at that time was close to&nbsp;</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" style="font-size: 15.84px;">Rowlesburg</span><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">, and now is incorporated within that town's city limits. With so much in common, they began to see each other a great deal.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">Being far from home and lonely, the girl fell in love with the young man. Did he love her in return? That is hard to know this many years later. Whatever the case, he did not ask her to marry him.&nbsp;</span><em style="font-size: 15.84px;">(Two versions of the story claim she was carrying his child, but the&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Musick</span>&nbsp;story does not state that.)</em><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">&nbsp;Perhaps he felt unable to support a wife financially, or thought they were too young to marry. It could be that he simply enjoyed her company but didn't care enough for her to marry her.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">The girl grew despondent. She lost her position in Pittsburgh and had no choice but to return to&nbsp;</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" style="font-size: 15.84px;">Rowlesburg</span><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">. As the train traveled through the night on the Cheat River line, she stepped out onto the platform. Perhaps she only meant to get some fresh air, or perhaps she was so upset over the turn of events in her life that she saw no other solution to her problems. As the train passed over the&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.caves.org/grotto/mongrotto/great_cave.htm" style="color: #249fa3; font-size: 15.84px; text-decoration-line: none;">Cheat River caverns</a><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">, she either fell, or she jumped to her death.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">Bad news travels fast. The young man heard of her death and immediately returned home. He was overwhelmed with grief and felt he was to blame for her actions. On the anniversary of her death, the young man went to the scene of her death. He never returned.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">When searchers found his body, it was a the bottom of the river near the caverns, opposite from where the girl had jumped.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">The teller of this story said that old-timers say that on full-moon nights they would see mist rising from the place where the girl died; it would be joined by another mist rising from the Cheat River where the young man drowned, and then the joined mists would float away and out of sight.</span><br /><p style="font-size: 15.84px;">------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p style="font-size: 15.84px;">It's difficult to verify stories like this since no names were attached to it by the time Dr.&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Musick</span>&nbsp;heard it. Folklore often happens that way--while facts and dates may have been part of the story in the beginning, in time those seemingly unimportant bits were dropped and the main points preserved.</p><p style="font-size: 15.84px;">There are apparently several&nbsp;<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">places</span>&nbsp;that might have been the "Cheat River Caverns" or "Caves of Cheat" referred to in the story, all undeveloped sites. Online information suggests that a) the caverns are now called something else and are gated and inaccessible; or b) that they are actually located on the Dry Fork of Cheat. I wondered as I read the story if she had perhaps jumped at the Tray Run Viaduct, which looks like a good place to do such a thing.</p><p style="font-size: 15.84px;">So pinpointing the place from which the mists rise might not be easy. But it might be worth spending a night on the river to try to find out--if you dare.</p><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">For more information about&nbsp;</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" style="font-size: 15.84px;">Rowlesburg's</span><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">&nbsp;railroad history, visit&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.wvrail.railfan.net/cheatriver.html" style="color: #249fa3; font-size: 15.84px; text-decoration-line: none;">WV Rail Fan's&nbsp;</a><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">website. And for more about the town of&nbsp;</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" style="font-size: 15.84px;">Rowlesburg</span><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">&nbsp;and it's role in the Civil War, visit the&nbsp;</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" style="font-size: 15.84px;">Rowlesburg</span><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">&nbsp;</span><a href="http://www.rowlesburgguide.com/Visit_Rowlesburg/index.html" style="color: #249fa3; font-size: 15.84px; text-decoration-line: none;">Visitor's Guide</a><span style="font-size: 15.84px;">.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>
Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/10/rowlesburg-ghost-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbYma6eEqrZlpzbQMxfNkkcj8OUjHVw2otsITdFMdODaeGafgxuRaCWL_G0Orj5PehH7XOp_rlvmsfRrcXMJvxrKlrrg0x96lsitqqYhBxf1kop7S8HsK-_jcnSWhLQVGbFIoIVdAtg/s72-c/trayrunviaductrowlesburg.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-3472420229084035822</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Oct 2024 17:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-10-21T13:01:57.469-04:00</atom:updated><title>Better</title><description><div><i>46°f, clear. No rain in sight for the foreseeable future.</i></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1cB2JAWS7GprYpRMXmv35WFTGAXw2n7cer-w1hzheRvnJdRgBc-pc-DdvHGlaUoV_PDt07eVWq_Oni_abatCfgf9vRd0eRPE5coXxyffydAAlGFUfScNtw2QSW8CE9gV1kYmI3N6IwknevFd4AXhLXota0EpaflvgkV2zfdODpiyIvQDtrWgilgH/s1388/20241021_125935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1388" data-original-width="1060" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1cB2JAWS7GprYpRMXmv35WFTGAXw2n7cer-w1hzheRvnJdRgBc-pc-DdvHGlaUoV_PDt07eVWq_Oni_abatCfgf9vRd0eRPE5coXxyffydAAlGFUfScNtw2QSW8CE9gV1kYmI3N6IwknevFd4AXhLXota0EpaflvgkV2zfdODpiyIvQDtrWgilgH/w305-h400/20241021_125935.jpg" width="305" /></a></div><br /><div><i>Larry's "poutin' house", at the edge of the woods. He sometimes uses it as a deer stand, but that's about it. Who has time to pout these days?</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I am happy to report that Larry is much better, and is up and busy. He is still drinking the Pedialyte and has little appetite, but definitely over the bug. Which, we learned, is going around. I am still hoping to avoid it. There is no way I can rush to the toilet right now!</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday was a bad day for me with my knee. Perhaps it was lack of sleep,&nbsp; or maybe all that nighttime busyness, mopping, etc. Whatever it was, my knee was miserably painful all day. I have heard that there will be good days and bad days, so I guess it's to be expected. Last night, I took a couple OTC sleeping pills that my son uses, and slept 4 hours straight.&nbsp; Pain brought me awake, and finally in desperation I took a pain pill and slept another 3 hours. What a blessing! Today I was able to do my PT and I feel like a human again.</div><div><br /></div><div>In reading your blogs, I know there are some of you dealing with hurts too--Granny Marigold's foot, Quinn's shoulder-- and those are in some ways more difficult to manage than my knee.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>And then I think about Barb and Lisa, both affected by the terrible floods in North Carolina. That disaster has left me stunned and horrified. I cannot imagine how people are coping after losing loved ones, homes, livelihoods,&nbsp; even their whole communities. I read where rescuers hiked in to get a man whose back was broken in a landslide. It took them 3 hours to get him out. Can you imagine his pain? And the weariness of the rescue crew?&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>In my own neighborhood,&nbsp; a younger neighbor had a stroke on Friday, and is in very serious condition. Another is worried about her 10 year old son, who has cysts in his lungs that must be removed. And even my own Larry has 2 blocked arteries; he has yet to learn what the VA will do about that.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yes, I should not complain about my pain. I chose to do this. I have a comfortable, warm home,&nbsp; good food, and a husband who is now trying to do the right thing. I have family I can call on if needed. I am surrounded by good neighbors. I am fortunate, and need to remind myself of that every day.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div>
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No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/10/better.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1cB2JAWS7GprYpRMXmv35WFTGAXw2n7cer-w1hzheRvnJdRgBc-pc-DdvHGlaUoV_PDt07eVWq_Oni_abatCfgf9vRd0eRPE5coXxyffydAAlGFUfScNtw2QSW8CE9gV1kYmI3N6IwknevFd4AXhLXota0EpaflvgkV2zfdODpiyIvQDtrWgilgH/s72-w305-h400-c/20241021_125935.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>24</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-2325747493289003342</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Oct 2024 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-10-20T14:22:02.661-04:00</atom:updated><title>What a Night</title><description><div><i>42°f at 7 am, clear.&nbsp;</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I may have been bored yesterday, but that sure changed around 11pm last night.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>I took my melatonin at 10, and had just fallen asleep when I heard Larry get up and run for the bathroom. He was so sick! This continued until about 5am. Every half hour or so he was up and sick. Poor guy.</div><div><br /></div><div>And of course I was up too. I could not help him, which was hard. But I put on a mask and cleaned and disinfected each time, opened doors and turned on fans, trying my best to drive out any scattered germs. Because right now the last thing I need is to sick like that. It feels odd to be so self- centered about it, but I must be. Will I avoid this awful bug? I don't know, but I did the best I could. Today Larry slept and drowsed until 2pm, waking only for some water and dry toast. Son Derek just dropped off Pedialyte, Gatorade, orange juice, and bless his heart,&nbsp; some Lindor chocolate for me. What a sweetheart!&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div><div>I did manage to feed the dogs and the cat, and Larry is taking care of the rabbits and chickens now. Odds are he will go right back to bed when he's done. I hope so anyway. And right now I am going to try to take a nap.&nbsp; I sure can use it. But first, a few pics I took from the porch and deck on this beautiful autumn day.</div><div><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5uhW61Ef0q2hNP8rWcaEwdz0nKhSRqd2McjED8jpnai8LvdoNweIzsEaJ4ch1N4SMlBHak8enKYLvbG0S9HfKJGBkd_N0EdL4KqJd3k4K5nQUv2ROJOGO8JsNw7vpvblehRJuFCMFnUq3h_jMHj3BFCbrZK_cYko0KQ8LK2zNIGTAK1Vm7vvOoCWs/s2160/20241020_120854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5uhW61Ef0q2hNP8rWcaEwdz0nKhSRqd2McjED8jpnai8LvdoNweIzsEaJ4ch1N4SMlBHak8enKYLvbG0S9HfKJGBkd_N0EdL4KqJd3k4K5nQUv2ROJOGO8JsNw7vpvblehRJuFCMFnUq3h_jMHj3BFCbrZK_cYko0KQ8LK2zNIGTAK1Vm7vvOoCWs/w400-h400/20241020_120854.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHq_VgZLG4SGGURZleoFIxCNXWvc6k5YQPw_du4oGmBoPQ5LuuKEA4T_TZQHWTHOLxpLo3A5bFNwwSPy98s4aj0ORItPkQFykJv4vD6eLurzD2x6_1SxEff8rSY7vG3F2tCbkK379pUjVTIk84Aj3md4yE6jSZ0008fb0Yo3wHycGvo2UngaFfdiW/s2160/20241020_121425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/10/what-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5uhW61Ef0q2hNP8rWcaEwdz0nKhSRqd2McjED8jpnai8LvdoNweIzsEaJ4ch1N4SMlBHak8enKYLvbG0S9HfKJGBkd_N0EdL4KqJd3k4K5nQUv2ROJOGO8JsNw7vpvblehRJuFCMFnUq3h_jMHj3BFCbrZK_cYko0KQ8LK2zNIGTAK1Vm7vvOoCWs/s72-w400-h400-c/20241020_120854.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>25</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-607515595349136047</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Oct 2024 22:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-10-19T18:17:53.473-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bored</title><description><div>It is strange to admit, but I'm bored! After 2 weeks or so of pain and foggy brain, it seems like I am coming back to the surface.&nbsp; There is still pain,&nbsp; especially at night, but nothing like the last 17 days.&nbsp; So, progress! Today I focused on in-home physical therapy,&nbsp; and used a comfrey salve I bought from a local lady to relieve pain. The salve does seem to help.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6CYXwa8oyZx5_lweUPOcWlRJiwDO03VMQfPiFs2bFLHqtPUhijK_m6eJQfJmT_NTHRz5w_Ks3bef4qj0MfpchBXE0uG7SFxV-YNi6-KXjY9W-qffVOp5EjrTlq6ke43x0NJgom8H6zNqpVLxbgxn0JvQBxBn5ismAtXKQYAaFsJTNGBJimBZh2Q8/s2013/20241019_180654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2013" data-original-width="1541" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6CYXwa8oyZx5_lweUPOcWlRJiwDO03VMQfPiFs2bFLHqtPUhijK_m6eJQfJmT_NTHRz5w_Ks3bef4qj0MfpchBXE0uG7SFxV-YNi6-KXjY9W-qffVOp5EjrTlq6ke43x0NJgom8H6zNqpVLxbgxn0JvQBxBn5ismAtXKQYAaFsJTNGBJimBZh2Q8/w306-h400/20241019_180654.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><i>I asked Larry pick me a couple roses,&nbsp; since I could not get to the garden. Where in the world did the purple one come from??? I swear I do not recall planting it, and this is surely the first time it has bloomed. Such a heavenly scent! The orange one also has a lovely scent.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>So I cleaned house a little, sat on the porch, read a little, tried to nap and failed. I hope I sleep well tonight---still in my old recliner, but I don't want to disturb Larry all night with my getting up every couple hours. The melatonin seems to work pretty well, thank the heavens, and I can get some deep sleep in between perambulations around the house to ease my leg, which tends to get still if I stay in one position too long. I am not using the cane in the house, but still using the walker at night for safety.</div><div><br /></div><div>What else has happened? Well, granddaughter Kate, her husband and baby came to visit yesterday,&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqAiKOxanMBaYZCgSPq3iVnKckyzykrFfkLWvr1xd36IqqdUpbcdYM2_u9_bbAEFJ8rgQ-OD0K4g5LNr-S5MU3RV-iz18jEUVTukpq4da8gnt3g4xS8y-KCfCoqlTf4DlC3rmmIG_-5hO2yYYstHeo9_pbyQPTcB8rscsDVOPpp7P0WvS7HWCdcEsp/s2160/20241018_173211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqAiKOxanMBaYZCgSPq3iVnKckyzykrFfkLWvr1xd36IqqdUpbcdYM2_u9_bbAEFJ8rgQ-OD0K4g5LNr-S5MU3RV-iz18jEUVTukpq4da8gnt3g4xS8y-KCfCoqlTf4DlC3rmmIG_-5hO2yYYstHeo9_pbyQPTcB8rscsDVOPpp7P0WvS7HWCdcEsp/w400-h400/20241018_173211.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>and brought a delicious lunch with them. Kate picked up the ingredients and made big Italian subs, with a side of Amish potato salad which tasted very like my potato salad, only sweeter. Baby J was a darling, loving on the dogs and our cat and exploring the chicken house. He is 18 months and is a sturdy little guy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I have waited all day for a neighbor who was supposed to pick up a few bushels of apples we got for her, but she never showed up. Larry grabbed the opportunity of this sunny, warm day to put Thompson's water seal on the front porch steps and handrail, a tedious task that really needed to be done.</div><div><br /></div><div>I played around taking a few photos of my fall display of (mostly) Early American Pattern Glass on the buffet. I do love the colors and patterns of this old glass.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudGaFv4FPm7_HYgbCnpdpMqluPdqj8nwO1oVziubOt04DGRDzandRqqwR67-vYt0YXNdzz6tmv3zcIql_eGO7yD_PiGGTw4sFd1pZyk2h5xmio53jkXbu7JOZ7IkL1NXP13dJr2myxacOxZfJJgfzruvcfBPfSFUGNuNcISxV46xWilADyRQS6okK/s2117/20241019_162449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2117" data-original-width="2034" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudGaFv4FPm7_HYgbCnpdpMqluPdqj8nwO1oVziubOt04DGRDzandRqqwR67-vYt0YXNdzz6tmv3zcIql_eGO7yD_PiGGTw4sFd1pZyk2h5xmio53jkXbu7JOZ7IkL1NXP13dJr2myxacOxZfJJgfzruvcfBPfSFUGNuNcISxV46xWilADyRQS6okK/w384-h400/20241019_162449.jpg" width="384" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip4opn_U-_-tcbhbNDirMM5cltf75nOdHvvRTQ-xXShl7bftcm2XAg29-r8qWScXXZQIPhazF8o3rAm5FUDqqdp8KLXez1RiUyatXn9MwfSE1sSaHUxrtcb1Beo0rvkHB6gakkEGFarsm2-gvsPi3OgwNRvRurqOMDdtKK534O3dFx5KXOl09PJz7f/s1004/20241019_162729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1004" data-original-width="766" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip4opn_U-_-tcbhbNDirMM5cltf75nOdHvvRTQ-xXShl7bftcm2XAg29-r8qWScXXZQIPhazF8o3rAm5FUDqqdp8KLXez1RiUyatXn9MwfSE1sSaHUxrtcb1Beo0rvkHB6gakkEGFarsm2-gvsPi3OgwNRvRurqOMDdtKK534O3dFx5KXOl09PJz7f/s320/20241019_162729.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiibwLD5HmihaInb_8iCVtMxDbmuZUp3VV2IEf5TTKVEGfOiVp0e6aGAAvfid5-n_x3tnHYYmlevsBtKYmPSH_9zg6r5V3ilCdFvvFRL9gc2__PnsZfJ-SfXETVyZtrwY2olMmOvzmmaICVCm0Bel1sNcoOgq8K_FrrBnMYmwzFbURwokbDY_KtpaS/s2160/20241019_161930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiibwLD5HmihaInb_8iCVtMxDbmuZUp3VV2IEf5TTKVEGfOiVp0e6aGAAvfid5-n_x3tnHYYmlevsBtKYmPSH_9zg6r5V3ilCdFvvFRL9gc2__PnsZfJ-SfXETVyZtrwY2olMmOvzmmaICVCm0Bel1sNcoOgq8K_FrrBnMYmwzFbURwokbDY_KtpaS/s320/20241019_161930.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUkRfZ3IPXVuBYlGf5JU3PCMgM1PrAz64rN5GrJtjgpgOte3GDYofauGtKmQv1I2w63ezLx8kWN_hVN5MHPDTZsFpzavHFICh2zTc_e7DlPMVnLx0-3-dTqfUHo5qgOrislXfwGfPx-iKUhNYM5NKxoEe2MVAYPPl0aaDA6DYlfb6jYX4z6RNECjv/s2160/20241019_161921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUkRfZ3IPXVuBYlGf5JU3PCMgM1PrAz64rN5GrJtjgpgOte3GDYofauGtKmQv1I2w63ezLx8kWN_hVN5MHPDTZsFpzavHFICh2zTc_e7DlPMVnLx0-3-dTqfUHo5qgOrislXfwGfPx-iKUhNYM5NKxoEe2MVAYPPl0aaDA6DYlfb6jYX4z6RNECjv/s320/20241019_161921.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />And that is all the excitement for this Saturday.&nbsp;</div><div><br /></div>
Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/10/bored.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6CYXwa8oyZx5_lweUPOcWlRJiwDO03VMQfPiFs2bFLHqtPUhijK_m6eJQfJmT_NTHRz5w_Ks3bef4qj0MfpchBXE0uG7SFxV-YNi6-KXjY9W-qffVOp5EjrTlq6ke43x0NJgom8H6zNqpVLxbgxn0JvQBxBn5ismAtXKQYAaFsJTNGBJimBZh2Q8/s72-w306-h400-c/20241019_180654.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-4833994328492801442</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Oct 2024 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-10-19T11:46:31.824-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Look Back to Storytelling Days</title><description><div><i>36°f, clear. Another beautiful but dry Fall day&nbsp;</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>This post showed up in my Facebook memories. As I lounge about trying to let this knee heal, I find myself astounded at how incredibly busy I was in those days. Of course, I was 9 years younger, but still...</div><div><br /></div><div>I thought those of you who weren't readers back then might enjoy reading this.</div><div>‐‐----------------------------------</div>It was a wild ride, and it was fantastic fun. I told stories from pretty much one side of West Virginia to the other, mixing ghost tales, ballads, stories for children with a few side trips along the way.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGoI89wCM5NKfDyfXE4TeLtcvVxrmWN6gJNCtk7DFf4VylnM14wF0h2wHVvLOV8Ji7oLD2uPMqjFqZfs0EUGUR0azwLAjQW4yqWnJdD34W7AaXp7PI47NhkPClaGU7F43wyX5Y0D2WLjY/s400/Ghost+walk+018.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGoI89wCM5NKfDyfXE4TeLtcvVxrmWN6gJNCtk7DFf4VylnM14wF0h2wHVvLOV8Ji7oLD2uPMqjFqZfs0EUGUR0azwLAjQW4yqWnJdD34W7AaXp7PI47NhkPClaGU7F43wyX5Y0D2WLjY/s400/Ghost+walk+018.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>It started in Ripley. This was the&nbsp;<b><a href="http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2015/10/ghost-walk-was-blast.html">Do You Believe? Ghost Walks</a></b>&nbsp;in my county's seat, and we started right at the courthouse steps. This year we had between 150 and 200 people come out for the walks over two weekends, even though it was right chilly the second Saturday. Civil War ghosts, town legends, old murders, historic homes, and the town's beginnings in frontier America all contributed to the evenings' tales.<br /><br />Sunday I packed and prepared for the week's travels, and I was on the road early Monday morning, heading to Saint Albans, followed by Charleston and then Dunbar, telling West Virginia ghost stories at libraries in Kanawha county. No photos, unfortunately, as I was traveling solo so had no trusty sidekick to snap pics for me.<br /><br />Tuesday morning found me in Clendenin, the home of the first library I managed. It is always fun to return and see how vibrant this library still is in this small community on the Elk River. I left there and headed north and east to Shepherdstown, WV in the far eastern panhandle of our state, to tell stories for the Speak! Shepherdstown series hosted by storyteller Adam Booth. The audience was fabulous for this event--seasoned adult listeners who really support storytelling in their community. After the evening show I drove west and south once again to Weston to be ready for the start of the West Virginia Storytelling Festival that started the next morning.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_iw6YwTOqJ1l1p3X3is4t52FbAz5dz_fcILSpb-cjXLZ5_QL8CvahBEhx_rn5VHrcrPsp26XEfljtVNL2M5bIx9y3ASXiemxxXdOyvMo6PL6en-kipNj8j2q6TOBh5DAYF8tYFFKjSIM/s1600/mill4.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_iw6YwTOqJ1l1p3X3is4t52FbAz5dz_fcILSpb-cjXLZ5_QL8CvahBEhx_rn5VHrcrPsp26XEfljtVNL2M5bIx9y3ASXiemxxXdOyvMo6PL6en-kipNj8j2q6TOBh5DAYF8tYFFKjSIM/s400/mill4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>&nbsp;This festival, held at Jackson's Mill, was excellent as always.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtxl67Yse652a1PjgUgc0F3JrQDwci5AoavbVj5TnsQwKs1_Jgjww9zcBO4jI32thGpWniSINR6glExec9cmOWgiLnh7NpcWm8m-MA9dk2Shl2LVAOMkK_jnduoBgTNYdytlp6bnKhr8/s1600/telling2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtxl67Yse652a1PjgUgc0F3JrQDwci5AoavbVj5TnsQwKs1_Jgjww9zcBO4jI32thGpWniSINR6glExec9cmOWgiLnh7NpcWm8m-MA9dk2Shl2LVAOMkK_jnduoBgTNYdytlp6bnKhr8/w400-h300/telling2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>We told tales to about 1000 or more school children over two days, and participated in an evening storytelling concert for the public. Fun times!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdU4hWtoRlk_W-3oMqJuX4Ye8dl-Yox4VOSYFf_0Zacb0VTWS6lgn3RK2dwCz-_Qtl5JPH1VtN6PB43S5S0NplkWNui_qJRBz-mBv0dcYHquP-V8m6fs8SBe6B3UXNVeQShgWlB3NR-C8/s1600/telling1.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdU4hWtoRlk_W-3oMqJuX4Ye8dl-Yox4VOSYFf_0Zacb0VTWS6lgn3RK2dwCz-_Qtl5JPH1VtN6PB43S5S0NplkWNui_qJRBz-mBv0dcYHquP-V8m6fs8SBe6B3UXNVeQShgWlB3NR-C8/w400-h300/telling1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>This photo was taken in the WV Building--an unusual building built for a World's Fair and then brought back to WV. It's built of all the hardwoods found in our state.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeEdUwrdFmFTJofUhqkeKj_vVt6QHFm6TyXrOUFMi_F3ETvuBPwz3frlLJPocFwXzTQFlhEscHcCDneuAyocv8Qjdo8DZHRz6-JLCePGEz2AcqsuX15wPAbTnHn6xMLg_M2li9g0ScEs/s1600/WV+Building.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeEdUwrdFmFTJofUhqkeKj_vVt6QHFm6TyXrOUFMi_F3ETvuBPwz3frlLJPocFwXzTQFlhEscHcCDneuAyocv8Qjdo8DZHRz6-JLCePGEz2AcqsuX15wPAbTnHn6xMLg_M2li9g0ScEs/w400-h303/WV+Building.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The exterior of the WV Building, taken in the mist of early morning.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I left Jackson's Mill and headed south and west, taking the scenic route so I could once again visit two favorite places: Falls Mill and Bulltown.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eJQXfR37ORRGq0uX5NqlumoQaheduDQlzmp6Krc5JIYfP6rBrEKJxgC1a79omtVSG5PeLRFr_Hz5BJOKq7Joi0NX88vvKhUb3loTQd4uxen9a0jqISyQu2FoRuF2Yv_SIteS_H_BDK8/s1600/Falls+Mill%252C+Bulltown%252C+Ravenswood+booth+037.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-eJQXfR37ORRGq0uX5NqlumoQaheduDQlzmp6Krc5JIYfP6rBrEKJxgC1a79omtVSG5PeLRFr_Hz5BJOKq7Joi0NX88vvKhUb3loTQd4uxen9a0jqISyQu2FoRuF2Yv_SIteS_H_BDK8/s400/Falls+Mill%252C+Bulltown%252C+Ravenswood+booth+037.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />West Virginia had no huge battles during the war but there were quite a few sizable skirmishes in the state. Bulltown was quiet when I stopped there, with no other visitors. There is an eerie feeling of going back in time in such a place when one is all alone. I almost felt the presence of the soldiers and family there.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0IxyNpykCKDNBm1I_BzYrevVz8jypNi3VM5Jxo1Vkv2yaPRCnohOYaNcWm9dupAo7QJHe2wIMz-aUcBasjfcucK-OFFuvd_bTpCwg2nhisqguxzmglvRg6ND45Cp5oKqgeNY1mp1PjkA/s1600/Falls+Mill%252C+Bulltown%252C+Ravenswood+booth+035.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0IxyNpykCKDNBm1I_BzYrevVz8jypNi3VM5Jxo1Vkv2yaPRCnohOYaNcWm9dupAo7QJHe2wIMz-aUcBasjfcucK-OFFuvd_bTpCwg2nhisqguxzmglvRg6ND45Cp5oKqgeNY1mp1PjkA/s400/Falls+Mill%252C+Bulltown%252C+Ravenswood+booth+035.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br />Friday was booth day--we worked at Marietta to being new items to our spaces there. I'm afraid this booth was a little neglected lately while I've been on the road so much. It looked fine though, and we added a few new things. I'll post pics in a later post.<br /><br />Then Saturday I drove to Cross Lanes for the last of my Kanawha county library performance series and then came back to Ripley for the Saturday night ghost walks. I was happy to see two people from the morning's program at Cross Lanes in attendance for the ghost walk--they drove a good ways to be there, bringing several friends with them.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOIwfg93ATGKFwNVlFYrFGKxpdnu23SAhRe5-QnnI5smLXdlUSRjysC25LOcPi1F2YwR3HyPzYmnGHR8EgTTYnB1mkmc0o3XW3W0i9y2TOwBNBlpvCcjY6sjk_hxK3WsydNl3nNk9Jkw/s1600/Jackson%2527s+Mill+leaves.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOIwfg93ATGKFwNVlFYrFGKxpdnu23SAhRe5-QnnI5smLXdlUSRjysC25LOcPi1F2YwR3HyPzYmnGHR8EgTTYnB1mkmc0o3XW3W0i9y2TOwBNBlpvCcjY6sjk_hxK3WsydNl3nNk9Jkw/w400-h300/Jackson%2527s+Mill+leaves.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I was kind of sad to see the end of this wild week of storytelling. I met so many people along the way, and West Virginia is wearing its beautiful fall coat so the drives were a treat in themselves.<br /><br />Yesterday I unloaded my van, unpacked my suitcase, and then went over to Ravenswood to work on the booth there (pics coming in another post). And today? I think it's going to be a bit of a catch-up day, doing laundry, writing thank-you notes, paying bills, and all the mundane things that keep home running smoothly.<br /><br />Copyright Susanna Holstein. All rights reserved. No Republication or Redistribution Allowed without attribution to Susanna Holstein.</description><link>http://grannysu.blogspot.com/2024/10/a-look-back-to-storytelling-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Granny Sue)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGoI89wCM5NKfDyfXE4TeLtcvVxrmWN6gJNCtk7DFf4VylnM14wF0h2wHVvLOV8Ji7oLD2uPMqjFqZfs0EUGUR0azwLAjQW4yqWnJdD34W7AaXp7PI47NhkPClaGU7F43wyX5Y0D2WLjY/s72-c/Ghost+walk+018.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634969979683449053.post-682164632620412279</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Oct 2024 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-10-18T12:10:00.044-04:00</atom:updated><title>Random Friday</title><description><div><i>40°f this morning, see-your-breath cold and clear. Full moon.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Not much to say today. Larry is off to Huntington for a VA appointment so I was going to be alone all day. But granddaughter Kate is in town for her sister's wedding (which i must miss) and is coming over to visit with her little boy J. That will liven up the day!</div><div><br /></div><div>A few random pics today.&nbsp; The first is son Aaron, Jaime's husband, getting ready to till up a pollinators garden at the high school where Jaime teaches science. The garden is for her bees--she convinced the school to let her start a beekeeping club, and the group has done very well.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbAWgWhI7egRC-1n0dC979w8KzBia10KSBlJV0tUPm0ORRTmXNteLYiA6pYQzmfVyX01FyQzvahAIzwf15LInKT10kTNY59AwRGBo2cppnJfNV4Tw920DN4vbq-Rn-eg-5oDQ7D7DmVrmUvU_8eKPU_rNMiuf3HE-oM7crZdUU3UAmj6055loaLb7/s1350/img_1_1728964961860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1084" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbAWgWhI7egRC-1n0dC979w8KzBia10KSBlJV0tUPm0ORRTmXNteLYiA6pYQzmfVyX01FyQzvahAIzwf15LInKT10kTNY59AwRGBo2cppnJfNV4Tw920DN4vbq-Rn-eg-5oDQ7D7DmVrmUvU_8eKPU_rNMiuf3HE-oM7crZdUU3UAmj6055loaLb7/w321-h400/img_1_1728964961860.jpg" width="321" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I took this one this morning of my outside dog Buddy. He is not supposed to be on the furniture, but try telling him that! Thank goodness for the doggie covers. This is actually the only chair he gets up on, Larry's recliner.&nbsp;</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckSsU40hF_qLvqa253ZYOidhKCE0uXV_igywy378SosO9rVWaLQdIQVpQ5ca9JOJCvKVaonBqqeEhQBM1dMUDMtJ_FjVUJKLS2PZ9lB9bXE85KKzrOVj5u3QdI3IeO1bIC7SAz3RT-hXRlPcMoHldoE1H4FJtqEe8ob2LXaiFqiBZekbKPwcHAc-N/s1419/20241018_074711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1419" data-original-width="903" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckSsU40hF_qLvqa253ZYOidhKCE0uXV_igywy378SosO9rVWaLQdIQVpQ5ca9JOJCvKVaonBqqeEhQBM1dMUDMtJ_FjVUJKLS2PZ9lB9bXE85KKzrOVj5u3QdI3IeO1bIC7SAz3RT-hXRlPcMoHldoE1H4FJtqEe8ob2LXaiFqiBZekbKPwcHAc-N/w255-h400/20241018_074711.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Jaime took this one last weekend of Sarah on our tractor, grading her very steep driveway.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk2e4lDJSBRAkvVgBetzrfTlTx5DmzucWgCuOINFtbQXjrR-CIQa0OyzDZsyxvA6F3f9hPjhoHrzeqSNPgmxNrpeKjrwdxUIOhDpzT0mRPNdDKOMpNbMc7TGwmrCebD4SlqI4ZHZxQ-pJQsvTqOFdYFhlc9wI35kc8AQdmdJD_aD4XsnLtmibF6YsN/s1334/20241018_112028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1334" data-original-width="825" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk2e4lDJSBRAkvVgBetzrfTlTx5DmzucWgCuOINFtbQXjrR-CIQa0OyzDZsyxvA6F3f9hPjhoHrzeqSNPgmxNrpeKjrwdxUIOhDpzT0mRPNdDKOMpNbMc7TGwmrCebD4SlqI4ZHZxQ-pJQsvTqOFdYFhlc9wI35kc8AQdmdJD_aD4XsnLtmibF6YsN/w396-h640/20241018_112028.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><br /></div><div>A neighbor took this of the aurora last week, from up on our high knob.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_TqbsCzkM1jWmhFCO-TmPh-AtGbgLuEaqH88vTkXgkg2kxDTnwg56S5aW1tO2MiwUCJqmCM5M5X445866r1NydIiTaZIbS7POcsieeZ_Zz2MUPNJhzvfsoZU5o-MnAl6GyQ99M5fwSxfZw-FJA6XGtGWtVfd-f_SgyjoPTZzdBQ6D-H2551CN3961/s1085/img_3_1728818755984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="814" data-original-width="1085" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_TqbsCzkM1jWmhFCO-TmPh-AtGbgLuEaqH88vTkXgkg2kxDTnwg56S5aW1tO2MiwUCJqmCM5M5X445866r1NydIiTaZIbS7POcsieeZ_Zz2MUPNJhzvfsoZU5o-MnAl6GyQ99M5fwSxfZw-FJA6XGtGWtVfd-f_SgyjoPTZzdBQ6D-H2551CN3961/w400-h300/img_3_1728818755984.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>One of the free apples from the 2 bushels we got from a recent food giveaway. I do love a good yellow apple! I need to make them into pie filling to can, but not up to that yet.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZj9DgVmmeDzOYaxBctzZ9yQswQuTu_I7SzySJIHH62uVMFQqFQ4jYeGy5zN14ZpT-Xak2ipob5AIBJJtZgH7fUVT614Ru2pgT78Q6sKIRjw_TjywZH4NV_BUnstKra3NElyPWiPgSL3BDrWupx0UkoFrWMuP-j8ThxaoQnyQWkLPNbPQFz1dGLJ2U/s2160/20241007_191723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZj9DgVmmeDzOYaxBctzZ9yQswQuTu_I7SzySJIHH62uVMFQqFQ4jYeGy5zN14ZpT-Xak2ipob5AIBJJtZgH7fUVT614Ru2pgT78Q6sKIRjw_TjywZH4NV_BUnstKra3NElyPWiPgSL3BDrWupx0UkoFrWMuP-j8ThxaoQnyQWkLPNbPQFz1dGLJ2U/s320/20241007_191723.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>An old photo, taken when we were in Wales, 2016. That pink tractor!</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RgjXCKv7li8U5nl_Ua8sb4i1hXsMBiLs-cTpfmA3421ggzxnPUPJOPlNG0aHzgWK3owq22hJkuicfVX5rp3yflfRv8IeYMGzyqW8nexbE0QgSf9QSyWD5Cvzb-DNgs06otBF9wsmuKcq_FOE5cyMiQROEL7lNQHWmRT9Cy_S6BPBIMZnfAUKmzAB/s1082/img_1_1727793245259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="870" data-original-width="1082" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RgjXCKv7li8U5nl_Ua8sb4i1hXsMBiLs-cTpfmA3421ggzxnPUPJOPlNG0aHzgWK3owq22hJkuicfVX5rp3yflfRv8IeYMGzyqW8nexbE0QgSf9QSyWD5Cvzb-DNgs06otBF9wsmuKcq_FOE5cyMiQROEL7lNQHWmRT9Cy_S6BPBIMZnfAUKmzAB/w400-h321/img_1_1727793245259.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9GEJ9eAugSaWJY0j0c6B6q_nUrKpq361-FLeU4-CcbVhM-6HwzQ9F9OiqUKgCcmwZklP2NTTRc-Kl7Jr8CP4SvSZWZ3nB2UkUFzuI3z1gkz5_PQpwja13-R7LtKyZvtkjMSEWLXkeWMHaCmD5pj9E-T56GW0tUJoiqpjXO5IGHf5v09zffh6Oi49/s1432/20241018_120257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1432" data-original-width="1074" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9GEJ9eAugSaWJY0j0c6B6q_nUrKpq361-FLeU4-CcbVhM-6HwzQ9F9OiqUKgCcmwZklP2NTTRc-Kl7Jr8CP4SvSZWZ3nB2UkUFzuI3z1gkz5_PQpwja13-R7LtKyZvtkjMSEWLXkeWMHaCmD5pj9E-T56GW0tUJoiqpjXO5IGHf5v09zffh6Oi49/w300-h400/20241018_120257.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Another old photo that popped up on Facebook: at Jackson's Mill, WV, in 2015. Taken early on an overcast morning, before a couple thousand children arrived for the storytelling festival.&nbsp; I miss those days sometimes, the energy and excitement,&nbsp; performing and watching the kids react.&nbsp;<br /><i><br /></i></div><div>That's all I got for today.&nbsp; My knee is healing and looks pretty good, but I will spare you the acar photos. Still not pretty! I am getting a little better sleep but still not perfect and I am so tired. BUT I walk all over the house with no walker or cane! Still need to improve range of motion, which will come with pt. I hope.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>
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