Sonya started off her blog a couple days ago dreaming of a great place to write, a cozy cabin was her thoughts. I thought of the wonderful cabin Dar & Bill built back in the quiet of the timbers. What a get away!
(Bill, Me & what's her name, Darla!, bet there ain’t any green grass there now!!)
We visited the home of Carl Sandburg in the Mountains of North Carolina. To get back to his house, you had to walk. There was no road in. He had a great room at the very top with an inspirational view. Side note, his wife raised award winning goats there, what ever that means.
Then there was not so peaceful site of Hemmingway‘s home in Key West. He didn’t even have a great view of the water later, but he had his cubby hole that he loved to relax in, when not at a bar. I think they still reserve his seat at Sloppy Joe’s on Duval St.
Visiting Falmouth, Nova Scotia and many towns in New England, you encounter many widow walks. Some writers have converted them to rooms for writing. I have always thought that would be the IDEAL!
(the widow’s walks, something at the highest point of the house, so the wife could look out to sea, while the husband was at sea.)
When I first saw my girl, She had a dress down to her bobby socks and many Crinolines. We got to know each other and feel in love. Well I fell in heat, then fell in love, LOL.
The guys that got us together were Doug Carver, Dale Hartness along with Billy Ogden former boy friend(ha!) they were much older than us (2-4 yrs) haha. Doug was already married. After Sherry & I started going together, Dale married Hazel.
We visited them in at their cozy lover’s nest and outside I had to tell Dale that Sherry & I were French Kissing.(Well folks that was a BIG deal!) I was one proud Guy, knowing that Dale had now experienced Sex and I really wanted to know more about it.
I, A wise 16 year old, said, “French Kissing is sorta like sex,…. isn’t it?”
(Doug & Grace(w/Joey) on left and Dale and Hazel (R))
Dale already had a smile on his face and he laughed (not a mean one, just a knowing one), “Not even close Jack, not even close! You will find out!”(yeah, I was dumber than dirt!)
Anyway as I said if you dream enough, sometimes it comes true. (Well to be honest all my efforts were fruitless, there had to be a wedding first!) BUT WOW!
I still dream, next month I will be 73, and yes, I still dream(with no limits). I will come up with a great idea for another business and say, “Hey, wouldn’t it be great to build a retirement home for seniors, it would be a great business!” Yeah, open my mouth, then I get that look, ‘honey, you are retired!’ (Yeah… I know!)
I have always admired dreamers. If not for dreamers we would not have electricity, light bulbs, RV’s and millions of other advancements.Thanks for coming by the log.
PS: (note to me)
WORRYING does not take away tomorrow's TROUBLES, BUT IT DOES take away today's PEACE.
This is a 1950 Ford Woodie, pretty rare.