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Aug 5, 2010

A Trip to 39483.

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.

Mr. Bud's Store & the Post Office

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.

P.S. If you are ever at the "triangle" in Foxworth, look for the little yellow building and get yourself a custard. I suggest the vanilla custard with cheesecake bites mixed in and added to the top.
You'll thank me.

But be warned. There is a sign at the window of the custard shop which reads,
"We do not take money from undergarments."

So now you know.


  1. Love the creek. I had a creek in my life once- growing up. It was the best creek. Catching crawdads and finding geodes, cracking them open and seeing the sparkle. Thanks for the memory. Nice visit for you, which is grand. And...I'm still really thinking about that last quote- the sign quote..hmmm. really thinking hard..

  2. Hey Melanie...so glad you were able to visit with your parents. Love Red Bluff, and I (now that I am a parent) cannot believe my parents let me and my sisters climb it on church youth trips without signing a waiver either! I get nervous just looking at it now! ha You are an amazing woman, I've been so inspired by your faith. Would love to be in Columbia one day when you are and meet you face to face! What an awesome testimony you are! I myself have taken up running in the last 8 months or so, and love it! It is a great way to spend time with God. Some of that time is just praying that I will finish my run (ha ha), but mostly it is such a great way to just BE with our Lord! Thanks for being such an encouragement to us all!
    Love you,
    Amber McCraw Pittman

  3. Thanks for the tour sis, really enjoyed it. I love you.

  4. This was such a joy to read. That creek looks so beautiful and refreshing in this heat. You must have loved growing up there. Thankful you had a lovely visit back home.

    If I ever pass through that neck of the woods, I will be sure, not to tuck my money in my undergarments before buying a custard. ;) lol...I remember my grandmother pulling out her paper money from her top area. I never understood why she did that...what's wrong with a wallet??

    I just love your home schooling mother's heart. There is a lesson to be learned in everything.
    Takes one to know one!

  5. What an awesome journey of memories...

  6. I've had you on my mind, this past week. Glad you were having a nice visit with your folks. I hope your mama was feeling good. Thanks for filling us in with your photos and your lively prose! (That creek does look inviting.)

  7. I would be a contented pup to be in your creek for a day. Wow, it looked so refreshing. Loved your pictures and especially loved the commentary to go with them. You are a gifted writer and full of talents in all areas. Keep your blogging, girl, because it brings smiles to our faces and joy to our hearts; you are an encourager.

  8. So nice to spend time with your folks and especially to thank those who helped you throughout Andrew's illness. I think you had fun running especially into the creek. You look happy......:-) Hugs

  9. This was like a 'stroll back in time'... could as easily have been me, with my parents a few years ago. What a precious little church, full of the faithful who gave such grace to you during Andrew's hard days, which of course, preceded his GOOD days! I smile today when I think of your boy, riding in heaven on those gold streets!



  10. Hi Melanie
    It was so nice tagging along on your trip. It's been a long while since I was in that area...
    My boys preferred surfing on the east coast, so our trips were usually to Crescent Beach. (Totally OK with me!)
    I chuckled with your homeschool comment...even though I have not homeschooled in years, I still have those moments. It NEVER leaves us.

    Thank you for stopping by and for your sweet comment re: the Big Shoes. Hopefully brother ben will let me know how it all went.
    Jane (artfully graced)

  11. Melanie, when I ran across your blog, I wondered what had caused your loss . . . I dug deeper and deeper into your other blogs to discover bits and pieces of your story. My heart plummeted into depths of sorrow as I put the puzzle together. As a mother of two boys ages 11 and 10 . . . I began to weep. I wondered if I could even make a simple comment on your blog. Wondered how it was that a mother could walk forward with any type of faith through such loss. But, as I've read your blog entries and seen your smiling face . . . your faith has strengthened mine. I walk through valleys and mine may very well include great loss and great sorrow. Only the Lord knows what lies ahead. Your post reminded me of one Scripture:

    Job 2:11-13 . . . "And no one said a word, for they saw that his suffering was too great for words."

    I am withouth words, except to say, "Jesus lives." And in my times of greatest sorrow and when I ponder on the things that are inevitable in my life and yet to come . . . I wonder if that is enough . . . yet it has to be. God has revealed Himself in a way that is undeniable . . . more than likely so that I might never doubt Him even in the depths of darkness. Sister, my heart pours out tears to heaven for you. I can honestly say that since I ran across your blog, I have not stopped praying for you. It took me days before I was able to crawl out of the sorrow I felt for you and your family. The Spirit moved me in a dramatic way. I pray that you continue to bring yourself to the foot of the Cross . . . there is power in His presence. His love and mercies never fail. I hope we can keep in touch . . .I would like to send you a copy of my new book, "Beginning at the End." (It should be out in the next two weeks.) Know that I will keep you near and dear to my heart . . . praying diligently for your peace and joy that can ONLY be found in Christ.
    Love, hugs, and prayers,