I WATCHED MY MAMA SEW and other things I have noticed.

It was an old Singer pedal sewing machine, and mama could make it do a seam fast. Then dad converted it to an electric, and she could make it fly. I loved to watch her and was fascinated how it seemed every thing was sewn inside out. Oh yes, and little Jackie could get his fingers mashed under that foot treadle several times. Mama’s chicken feed sacks and Dad’s Hog Mash sacks became shirts and dresses.

Shirl probably did not get a store bought dress until she was in upper elementary school (now Jr. Hi ) .

There wasn’t piles of dollar bills around our house, but I noticed when money was being counted George Washington was always facing the same way in the stacks. So I learned that at home. Later when I started doing business at a bank (cashing my pay check), every bill was stacked with the person’s face up and always the same direction.

The military paid in cash when I joined. Every bill was facing the same way.  Now that is not a life shaking thing, the money will spend upside down and backwards, but it was the discipline.

We do a lot of business at ATM’s. The bills are not stacked the same there now. To Sherry’s chagrin, I talk to the machine.  I feel sorry for the little person in her counting that money.  It is probably dark and they can’t keep the bills straight.  I always say good morning or evening and when leaving I wish them a great day inside there. Sherry thinks there is no one in there,BUT I KNOW BETTER!

I also notice COFFEE…. I drink it black the way God created it. My son (and my wife) loves Starbucks, I like their coffee too, but not the fancy smancy  stuff.  Iced Coffee? are you  crazy.  Whipped cream, streaming chocolate or caramel over the top, THAT AIN’T COFFEE! JMHO…..

Okay so as you have guessed I am catching up a little more. Light is at the end of the tunnel (Hoping it is hot the light of an engine).

Thanks for coming by the log.

Nite Shipslog.

PS:  It is never my intention to hurt anyone’s feelings.  If I have I am truly sorry.  As I have stated many times, I do not delete comments (Except the adds for porno, when I know about them) good or bad. I Also realize we all have opinions…..

I like a statement I read once, “But if I agreed with you , we would both be wrong!”

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I cannot imagine seeing this in 1925.

The Rolls Royce Phantom.

Blogging down…….

I think it is time to take a little time off. My last entry was something that was on my mind. It was NOT racial. I for one do not agree with our president on many things. It is not his race, it is his politics. RACE?  My first book, STICKY, was written about a hero of mine who just happens to be black.
I did not agree with George Bush on everything, because I am not a robot. I think we were wrong to have so many boots on the ground. I personally think there were weapons of Mass destruction in Iraq and they were moved to Syria during the long wait for inspections.  I think some of those weapons have been used in Syria.
I remember when Bush was president he was called names, made fun of, ridiculed of being ‘dumb’, he even had a cowboy rodeo clown dress up like him.   I remember one lady saying it would be good if he died. I understood that because we all have opinions.
If we were all robots we would think the same thing, BUT WE DO NOT.  Just because someone doesn’t agree with my opinion, doesn’t mean their opinion is better neither does it mean they are right.  It is just THEIR OPINION!
Remember when a president is elected by a majority say of 56% and you voted with the majority, that 44% of your peers did not feel like he was the best man, so you are going to have differing opinions.
I have said it many times MY best friends, my brother-in-laws, were staunch democrats. I have been all over the board, democrat, republican, independent and now leaning Libertarian. We never had a nasty argument, even when one of them said concerning Reagans death & funeral, “HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO BURY ONE MAN!”

I just laughed and said, “You didn’t say that when JFK was buried.”
He said, “Yeah but he was a Democrat, that is different.”
I like comments as much as any blogger, but comments should be about my blog, not others’ opinions. Everyone has a right to their opinion, even if I think it is dogmatic.
I will be taking a break, I will be reading, probably commenting, and hey, I do appreciate all opinions on what I have to say. I do not delete negative comments.  However……
Nite Shipslog.

PS: No comments please….

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1924 Bentley,  Neat car. I would love to drive that around on a Sunday Afternoon of REST and RELAXATION.

I am just a little disheartened

Lately we have had senseless hateful actions by ignorant and mean young people in the country.  A young ball player, Christopher Lane, was out jogging when he was killed by some Bored teens who decided to go, ‘lay out a Wood’.  My understanding is that means “kill a peckerwood (or white man).  Obviously planned premeditated Murder.

President Obama  issued a statement through a spokesman.

"As the president has expressed on too many tragic occasions, there is an extra measure of evil in an act of violence that cuts a young life short. The president and first lady's thoughts and prayers are with Chris Lane's family and friends in these trying times." (47 words)

Compared to the first statement on the Travon Martin case, that was obviously not a Murder, it was as best a confrontation.

“Obviously this is a tragedy. I can only imagine what these parents are going through. When I think about this boy I think about my own kids and I think every parent in America should be able to understand why it is absolutely imperative that we investigate every aspect of this and that everybody pulls together, federal, state and local to figure out exactly how this tragedy happened.

I’m glad that not only the Justice Department is looking into it, I understand now that the governor of the state of Florida has formed a task force to investigate what is taking place.

I think all of us have to do some soul searching to figure out how something like this happened. That means that we examine the laws and the context for what happened as well as the specifics of the incident.

But my main message is to the parents of Trayvon. If I had a son, he would look like Trayvon. I think they are right to expect that all of us as Americans are going to take this with the seriousness it deserves and we will get to the bottom of exactly what happened.” (196 personal words)

Racial tension was already at a high point, and in my opinion the president’s statement was only fuel for a fire.

Once the verdict was in. I do give him credit for a ‘call for calm’ speech.  There are too many murders in this country, too many families who do not get a personal message.  Christopher Lane’s family got a ‘message’ from the president.

I am probably over reacting, but I am still unhappy about it.

If this offends you, tell me, we all have an opinion.

Nite Shipslog,

PS:

All lives are important. Some lives are destined to improve humanity’s lot.  Some lives will always hurt, destroy and steal. I hope I can add not detract from this life.

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the 1948 Tucker…

Outdoor dramas

When traveling we like to attend the out door dramas in the area.  We haven’t attended as many as we would like, but I always enjoy them.

I believe the most impressive was ‘My old Kentucky Home’, The Stephen Foster story, in Bardstown, KY.Most of these are musicals and old songs I can follow along.

I cannot remember where we saw Oklahoma, but I enjoyed it. It was fun watching the Hatfields and McCoys, since we knew some of the real McCoys. We met them in Florida of all places. They have since returned to Kaintuck.

The first drama was ‘The Lost Colony’, Andy Griffin  was probably in that production but of course he was not a big name then. ‘Horn in the West’ at Boone, NC  was good.  It was the story of the pioneers like Daniel Boone.

Unto these Hills, is the story of the Cherokees.  And is presented on the Cherokee Reservation in North Carolina.

While hiking the AT, we took time in Draper, Virginia, to see ‘Follow the River’. The story of a lady who was taken by Indians along with her son, and made servants out of her, the son was adopted into the tribe. She escaped and what an ordeal. Sherry and I had read the book, making it more real.

I believe the last Drama was in Valdese, NC. One of the towns I had lived in. The outdoor theater is only two blocks from where I lived while in Valdese. The local drama is the story of the Waldensians from Italy to Valdese and their troubles and trials.

I think the ones I have listed are all we have seen, but Sherry will let me know when she reads this. I have already asked her a few questions as I type.

Are there any outdoor dramas in your area?

I will try to get to some blogs, but I B tard, that is southern for tired.

Thanks for stopping by…

Nite Shipslog

PS:

Some multiple choice questions in life have multiple answers!

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These 1921 cars are great. ABove the Buick and below is the Chevy.

Intensity….

I think I see every study made by doctors.  Now, losing weight and maintaining a good weight is determined by the INTENSITY of the exercise. Well at 74, walking is INTENSE BY GOODNESS!

No matter how hard you try, you cannot keep up with all the advice of YOUR doctor, Doctor OZ and Doctor Phil.  Not to forget the Universities and their studies.

To be honest this ‘information highway’ is causing a traffic jam in my life.

I am actually cutting back on portions (hard to do) and working (at present instead of exercising).  That should work since I am noticing some muscles sore that I wasn’t sure I had. (Plus the bumps on the noggin.)

I believe a lot of doctors know what they are doing. I also believe many doctors WANT to know what they are doing, BUT DO NOT.

I have learned in life that professionals are just humans. Some humans are more suited and insightful, along with caring, than others. Some Doctors are that just because daddy wanted it for them.

I know an Air conditioning man, George Painter. The guy is good. When he looks at your unit, you will know in just a few minutes what the problem is. I know others, I will not name, that work on Heat/AC and will finally fix it by ‘Easter egging’, (changing parts) and that is a fact.

I said that to say Doctors are no different, I think today there are more pill pushers than Doctors who want to diagnose and cure.  I am not sure I trust my doctor, and he is a great guy. If he were to diagnose me with a life changing or threatening problem I would really want a second opinion.

Am I griping again tonight?  Sorry.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

It is good to know anyone’s track record, mechanic or doctor.

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1919 Chevrolet, my dad was 13yrs old. He might have seen a car by that age.

Life on a dead end street

There are some things I did not consider when I leaned on Sherry to buy this house we are parked behind.  It is a very mixed neighborhood as far as houses go. At the end of the street are two high dollar houses Next to them is a trailer. The rest of the houses vary in value, we are about in the middle of the spectrum. One guy up the street has a Shetland Pony. He is about 10 feet outside the city limits, so he can have the pony.

The rich guys fly by, always in a hurry. But then I think everyone flies-by (in their cars) even my grand kids.

None of that really bothers me. What I did not consider is the elementary school just above our house. It is near impossible to maneuver in the traffic early morning and 2:10-2:45. 

The parents line up for the 2:30 kids pickup  starting at 2:00, by 2:10 the cars are out of the school parking lot and  block the incoming lane. then by 2:30 they are backed up about a half mile onto a 4 lane road, blocking the inside lane there.  If we make the mistake of starting home at 2:15, we have a 30 minute wait to drive the four blocks to our house.  Actually our street is closed for 30-45 minutes every afternoon. (Once we got caught in the line in the motor home. I guess folks thought we were picking up our great grand kids, LOL)

I have passed the line a couple times and luckily did not meet anyone coming out our street. Sherry attempted it once and met someone and took to the sidewalk to pass.

It is not an impossible problem, just  one we are learning to deal with and schedule around.

That is my small gripe for the evening. It is not INTOLERABLE, We can still smile and we do have very good neighbors. That means a lot. They all act like they are glad to have us in the neighborhood when we return.

Thanks for coming by the log.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

If things cannot be changed, it is time to leave or live with it. Funny thing, we can do both with our little problem.

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1917 Ford Hack

Just a little water leak

Short and sweet as Friend Lucy says… We were busy all day yesterday looking for a leak in Mark’s house.

 

Finally found the problem was the faucets themselves.  I am not a fan of working under the cabinets.  How many times can you bump your head before you remember to be careful?

 

Anyway the leak is stopped and most of the repair work is done.  Tired and worn, but it feels good.

Thanks for coming by the log.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

be back in a day or so….

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1916 Packard above

1916 Chevrolet below

It is hard to stick around…

With so many places to go, staying put to get things in order is much harder. I know it is early to plan next summer, but I am anxious to go back to the North East and get out in the woods.

Sherry and Jack in the White Mountains of New Hampshire.

Sherry says she doesn’t want to carry a pack anymore, but will support me at the trail crossings.  That would be interesting. Once we hiked to meet each other. on a nine mile stretch, that was sorta fun. I let her off at one crossing then drove down the MT and back up on down the trail and started to meet her, then turned around and walked together on the return to the van.

When she plans to meet me at a crossing she will get there early and walk toward me, then we can hike together for a few miles back to where she parked, to bring me FOOD and KISSES!

Above is home in the woods. Below shows a group of Girl Scouts at a shelter in Vermont. Sherry relaxing and talking to a scout master and Ranger, while the girls eat lunch.

People who are not familiar with the AT worry when we plan something like that. Most of the time the trail has traffic. We meet several hikers a day. Sometimes we get passed by folks hiking faster. We usually take a break then and talk about where we all have been and where we are from. We always learn where the next water is and the best camping areas.

Sir Richard of the UK

Meeting folk backpacking the AT is a treat for all. We have met Doctors, Lawyers, Policemen, Firemen, Ministers, laborers, Pilots, kids, Home-schoolers, grandmas, teenagers, OLD MEN (some even in their 70’s (LOL)) and newly weds.

Once we met two sisters. One recovering from cancer and her sister along to share this part of her life.

We met a kid who had a tug of war with his pack and a bear on the other end. The bear won of course. The bear ate his food and meds before wandering off to let the hiker recover his pack. He replenished at the next road crossing but wore the torn pack as a ‘badge of courage’, I did not blame him.

The trail is a lot of fun. I am really wanting to complete the last 350 miles.  Maybe nest year I will.  Friend Fred still wants to hike some, that would be neat.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

One never knows what lies around the next bend

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1915 Fords