It’s not unusual to hear travelers passing through South Carolina and Georgia comment on the outdoor smell. Some make a quick assumption that it is industry when in fact it is from a very natural resource the salt marsh. Natural wildlife inhabited areas are open to walk through on trails and you will have a “spa like” feeling after a short period of time from the quiet peaceful environment. So hop off the I95 when your nose starts to itch in the low country and pamper yourself to a free retreat.
Until I drove the rural roads in Georgia I never really thought that much about cotton. The first time I saw it, I thought it looked like snow. I posted a photo on my Facebook page and northern friends thought it was snow. It is planted in rows, and blooms as a fiber with […]
I have a snow story to share with all of you. I moved away from my home in Buffalo, New York many years ago. My Mom and Dad would visit me in Savannah Georgia in the winter and I would visit them in New York during the summer, all of us chasing after the perfect 70 degree weather.
I changed the routine up a bit one February when my Dad called and asked to speak with my youngest son. This was not out of the ordinary for him to call during football season since they always talked about their favorite team “The Buffalo Bills”, but the season was over.
My curiosity over this Sunday night called came to an end when my youngest
son looked over to me and said ” Grandpa wants us to come up this week because they have a lot of snow”. I jumped into the conversation and my Dad said ” the kids have to get to know snow”.
Two days later along with my two sons I was on a windy cold flight to Buffalo. The landing was so turbulent the passengers applauded the flight crew when we parked at the gate of the terminal.
My Dad was in his usual waiting area with hands full of coats, scarves, gloves and boots that my sisters gathered up for all of us to wear.
Dad and the boys had a great week sledding, ice fishing, skating and fun things kids do in the snow. I stayed inside with my feet on the floor registers trying to stay warm.
My Dad passed away soon after this visit but I’ve never really felt like he left us because there are so many memories like this one.
When I see snow photos I can’t help to think that even when the snow melts the “snow prints” will leave big impressions.
Happy Thanksgiving friends……eat more than one piece of pie
I never pass up the opportunity to get off the Pennsylvania turnpike and take any of the rolling highways through Lancaster, Berks and York county on the east side of the state.
I have stopped my vehicle at the look out points to take a moment of silence to reflect on the beauty I was surrounded by.
We often identify the state of Pennsylvania by the large cities of Pittsburg and Philadelphia that also have some of the best baked breads and “cheesesteak” sandwiches in the world but in between there is a mountain of beauty.
The life of the Amish community is amazing to watch, and encouraged me to pass on my own family traditions to my children and grandchildren. We certainly can use some simplicity in our complicated fast paced world.
The locally owned restaurants feature home cooking with fresh ingredients and the farmers markets are more than a treat and they sell lots of treats!!!
This years ceremony is coming together thanks to all the fundraising groups, volunteers and sponsorships. Father Martino from St. Boniface Catholic Church in Springfield will participate for his second time this year. Father Martino has quite a “life purpose” with difficult beginnings in Saigon, VietNam shortly after the war. He was born Father Martino Bá […]
Most people enjoy a frightening fireside story about a haunted house. Stretch your imagination a bit let’s talk about the friendly ghost in a home that occupants typically learn to live with and accept their presence. Yes, they can be disruptive walking around the house at night turning on lights or opening doors and cabinets […]