Thinking of the past, traveling and my Moorhens

The Historical picture of the day:

 An actual sign in the city during the depression!
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Today in Central  Florida:
We stay at many of the same RV parks in Florida. We see a few the same people where ever we go. But more and more of the older folk are aging out, passing or staying at their homes in the colder climates. I say colder climates, we left North Carolina and NC has mild winters.  When we talk to folk from Toronto, Quebec, the Upper, Michigan or Wisconsin we KNOW why they are here. I am sure they wonder why we left warm NC to come down for the winter. LOL 

But in reality I (we) just like to wander and of course,in the winter, we will not wander 'north.'  Displayed on some  RV's:“All who wander are not lost.” There is such a thing as ‘wanderlust’ I do believe.

Sherry and I were talking the other day and I said, “I don’t know what my problem is, I seem to always want to be where I ‘ain’t’, for some stupid reason.” I think I would like to settle down, but I have thought that before.

 We once bought a nice little place on Lake Dora. We had a nice 70 foot pocket pier. I loved that place. I had a beautiful spot overlooking the lake to paint (I wish I had been writing then). Fishing was great. We had a pontoon boat and the Moorhens were the 'most fun' you have ever seen.

 Here is mama Moorhen and her brood.(I miss 'em)

 I enjoyed talking to them. I enjoyed helping mama Moorhen move from our boat to the pier. I made her a private place, under the pier sink, in a 5 gal bucket before she finally said that would be okay. When her brood came along I fixed them a ramp so they could get back ‘home’ when they were pushed into the lake by their mama.

We had great neighbors. We were just beside the entrance to the ‘famous Dora Canal’, a mile of inland nautical beauty. BUT, but after a while (2yrs) I couldn’t handle it any longer. I needed to roam. Sherry agreed (she is a doll). We sold and hit the road again.

Now we have a cute little house in Deltona. It is a great little place. We love the neighborhood and neighbors. Is it time to settle? Sister Shirl sure wants us to. BUT we are not quite ready. Oh yes, I do ask myself time and time again, is it time. AND then there is a little voice inside that whispers, ‘I don’t think so!’

Nite Shipslog

 LIFE FROM THE SEAT OF A TRACTOR ---

AN OLD FARMER'S WORDS OF WISDOM:

MEANNESS DON'T JUST HAPPEN OVERNIGHT.

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There was a time when the younger generation dreamed of a unique car. So in the 1950s someone started the 'customizing' fad. many were simple do it yourself jobs, others were expensive as the '56 Ford above.