Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Oh We Need a Little Christmas

That familiar song originated not during Christmas.  It is from the musical Mame, the lead has lost her lot in the Wall Street crash of 1929 and they are singing for some hope in that dire time.  We find our Christmas, in the last two years, not during the prescribed Holy time.  Ben and Penny face great challenges in being here for Christmas and it is a family decision that they come mid January.  Interestingly, it is midpoint between Christmas and the Chinese New Year, this year January 31.

Ben and Penny landed here the morning of January 11
Lunch via Cailyn Jan 11 after Ben and Penny had landed.

A tour of Nathan and Cailyn's home. Cailyn's dad had built Jensen a bed based on a Model T Ford

It is Seahawk game day.  Lizzie arrives in style.

Her bum, a football.

Grayson delivering a gift during Jan 12 Christmas celebration.

Barb framed and presented Janie with her Eric Carl work.

Janie helping Elizabeth open her first year's gifts.

Auntie Hope visits Elizabeth's first Christmas.
Gifts have been opened.  Gkids are asleep.  Let's transform the family room to a tent.

Our daughter in laws, transforming the family room.

Hanging out under the tent and the Chinese lanterns.
Planning Norway Trip this summer.  All 3 kids and spouses will accompany us.

Need some large motor time.  Kids and gkids burn off energy on pickleball court..

This is what a crab looks like and this is how we extract the meat.

Kids Sequence

Happy birthday, Cailyn, Dec 21

Happy birthday Kari, Jan 26


We celebrate when family gathers.    Fun time mid January. It was our Christmas. 

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Christmas 2013

At this time of year, it is all about children. It is the Child.   And, yes, we all  become children this time of year.






Eric, Kari and Elizabeth

Nathan and Cailyn. Jane 6,  Jensen 4, and Grayson 2


Christmas tree hunting with Cassie, Grace (9), Claire (2) and the Aune gkids.

Grayson "reading"  to Elizabeth

Janie the builder



Kari. Eric and Elizabeth Christmas 2013

 

 Christmas dinner with Bill, Patty, Eric and Kari. 

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

M L King

Ben and I had visited this site  when we came to look at Georgia Tech in 1993.  It was meaningful then and more meaningful now.  A special place.  A special leader.

The interior of  the Ebenezer Church 

outside

The tomb

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
     

A few more days with Ben and Penny

We arrived at B and P's Atlanta home mid eve Saturday after the long drive from Destin and the two stops.

On Sunday morning we set off for the Georgia mountains and a "Leavenworth" style German village.  Helen does not have the charm of Leavenworth but it was alive with fall color and festive shops and eateries.  That eve, we watched B and P play a doubles tennis match in their local league.  Monday morning, with both of them at work, we left the house at noon and visited the ML King Memorial before catching our plane at 6 p.m.

Ben and Penny's Atlanta home


Ben, feeding the animals, 2 dogs, four cats.

In the backyard with their dogs.

Out in front of their home with Charlie and Louie.

Penny in her craft room making jewelry.

Their degrees behind symbols of industry.

We gather in Helen, a German village in the Georgia Mountains

Georgia mountains, the head waters of the Chattahoochee Rivet.

It was a busy 18 days but it was so fulfilling and enjoyable.  B and P are such great hosts and they allow Barb and me to have flexibility to travel and see the local sites.  But the family time was the best part of the trip.  Barb and I are so blessed with good health and the resources to take on these adventures.  But our greatest blessings are our children and having quality experiences with them on a regular basis.  Yes, God is good to us.  Thank you, God!



Tuesday, November 5, 2013

A Place of Horror and a Man Dedicated to Peace

We packed up and left early Saturday morning as we knew we had a long drive ahead of us, we planned to make two extensive stops, and we, on a time zone change, would lose an hour. 

Our first stop was Plains Georgia, the birth place and current home of President Jimmy Carter.

Jimmy's boyhood home.
We toured his boyhood farm where Jimmy worked in the fields tending to his daddy's peanut and other crops.  The demonstrations, complete with Jimmy's narration, told of his many toils in the field including his first experience of plowing with a mule.

Peanut fields

The family shower.  A pipe to a bucket with holes in it.


Cotton fields




The blacksmith shed where a smith was working that day.  Jimmy's father is said to have enjoyed forging the farm's tools.


We then drove into the village of Plains which is very small.
Plains railroad station which was campaign headquarters.

Main street Plains, and that's about it.

The Carter Museum in Plains is Jimmy's old high school and includes many contributions from his classmates and other townspeople.

We than drove on to Andersonville just 20 miles away.  This is the site of the famous Confederate prison where up to 45,000 Union soldiers were held as prisoners of war.  Over 14,000 of those prisoners died in captivity most due to disease brought about by the wretched conditions of confinement and lack of food and medical care.  The prison was a stockade around an open field in which the prisoners built crude tents to shelter themselves from the intense sun and heat of the south's summer.  The field sloped down to a little creek which was supposed to serve as a source of freshwater on the upper side and a sewer on the lower edges of the creek.  However, the stream's capacity could not serve the needs of the thousands of soldiers who ended up confined there and conditions quickly deteriorated into a situation where over a hundred soldiers died per day, near the end of the prison's history.

The monument to all prisoners of war.

A replica of the stockage showing the "deadline" where prisoners would be shot if they entered that area.

Typical of the crude tents constructed for relief from the hot sun.

The area showing the slope to the creek, the edge of the stockade, the deadline posts marked in white.

The nearby cemetery.  Trenches were dug and soldiers were laid shoulder to shoulder.  Fortunately records were kept of locations and Clara Barton and others worked to place the grave markers after the war's end.

 
A bipolar day.  A tribute to a man of peace and a tribute to those that did not survive the horrors of war.


Last Day on the Emerald Coast

It rained Friday so Barb and I drove west to Pensacola.  The old historic town there has been restored, and on visiting there, we walked right into their annual folk art festival.  We did take a tour of some of the early 1800 buildings but spent most of the time touring the art booths, listening to live music, and/or eating their local dishes.

Listening to live music and eating seafood gumbo.

Our tour guide of the historic buildings.  A local college student.