We took a trip to zip code 39483 to see my folks. Three of us went. Four if you count Ted, the wonder pup.
When you live in Florida, even the "South" is north. Just beyond that yellow sign is the creek.
If a dip in the ice cold creek can't cool you off, you're hotter than hot.
After a run around Morgantown, I ran to the creek!
We used to wait all day long for a grown-up to drive us to the creek. Why didn't we walk? It's less than a 1/2 mile down the road from my grandparent's house...where my folks now live.
Sometimes we took a bar of Ivory soap and shampoo and went ahead and took our "baths." I also remember us cousins "baptizing" one another.
See...I guess it's true. Cleanliness is next to Godliness!
However I think one cousin may have enjoyed holding his "baptizees" under a little longer than was necessary to get the job done.
A mud dauber's nest? Cool cell like architecture...
(I guess I still have the heart of a home schooling mom.)
The bearded one ~ Avery (16). He has a few more days until he has to shave for school!
Avery ran with me while we were visiting my folks. Each time we ran, our last 1/2 mile was in the direction of the creek!
Keep going past the creek, continue uphill about a mile and you come to this!
When I was in high school, our church youth group climbed down this. I don't remember my parents having to sign a waiver either.
Turn around, pass the creek again, make a right, cross the RR tracks and you arrive here.
My grandparents pastored this church years ago. When they moved back upon retirement they only had to walk across the road and cross the railroad tracks to go to church.
This is the church that hosted a fish fry with proceeds benefitting our family during the cancer diagnosis. My father, my cousin Joy, and many other cousins and family members worked tirelessly to make it happen! In the middle of it all, it was hard to take in so I'm glad I can say thank you now!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I only wish there had been a different outcome.
But there wasn't and God is still good.
My parents retired here and live in the house my mother's parents used to live in.
I found this picture online. It's from 2008. Imagine my surprise when I saw my dad in the picture. He is sitting on the right side, 2nd pew from the back. He has on a dark suit and his hairline dips down in back. (It's all good, Dad.)
I regularly received encouraging cards from the women's Sunday School class. Thank you, Ladies!
Now if you leave the church and cross the road you will get here.
It was the grocery store and the post office. It was run by Mr. Bud. We walked here with a pocketful of change and bought a little brown sack of candy. Mr. Bud waited on us very patiently. It was a tough decision. The orange pixie stick or the purple one. The jawbreaker or the bubble gum. The red hots or the wax lips. But back then, we could get it all for less than a dollar!
My grandparents' p.o. box # was "18."
And I leave you with this sweet ending.
Mother and Dad have a fig tree and a peach tree. Mother had picked all the peaches that were left and Dad and I picked the few figs that were ripe.
He had already picked some before I got there.
I decided to try a combination of fresh peach and fresh fig cobbler.
It was delicious!
The food critic agreed.
I didn't have my camera and didn't know how to adjust Avery's for the lighting. Too bad. Just take my word for it, Dad liked it. So did Mother.