Saturday is our normal day out. We have the wonderful ‘smarter than us’ phones, and no protectors. We dropped one and did not hurt it, but figured we needed some protectors. Son Jack, said the flea Mkt is a good place to look.
Off to look for flea mkts. no luck. We passed a huge thrift shop, looked like a party or festival Sherry said let’s look there. So I ‘WHIPPED IN’. Me, being a good driver, I did not hit anything, nor anybody. We walked past some OLD MEN picking and grinning, I paid little attention because I cannot hear well and ignore most music.
On the way out, Sherry noted, “Hey there is Eddie Williams on the Accordion,” I had already seen Clifford(RAY) Branham on the guitar.
This is the Right Rev. Branham on Guitar.
This is Eddie Williams, Preacher, educator, musician and song writer. And husband of Irma Williams, singer song writer.
Ray was the head of the Singing Branhams. He is also the father in law of a very good friend, George Coleman who is married to the Crazy and lovely Donna Branham.
These two men have sang, preached, performed before millions, and I, like many others, passed them up as old men just having fun, AND of course they were having fun, but folks were listening too. Just a couple days ago Bro Branham, George and Donna had met us for coffee.
Eddie never saw us, He is a great friend of Fred’s and has supported and assisted Fred during his Chemo. What a way to start a day.
Next we stopped at Starbucks (big spenders today) had a cup of coffee and asked the best place to get on the Cleveland Greenway to walk a spell. It was a beautiful walk, It runs behind Fred and Frances house. We ran into the little chair above. The walk was fun, running beside a nice creek. It clouded up and we decided to drive back into the Cherokee forest.
We got on a road Paula would have loved, ‘cept it was a mountain one lane road’, called ‘Towee Falls Road’. Once a beautiful doe ran in front of us for about a 100yds.
BUT the biggest surprise was a church on this narrow road, and Paula, it had a grave yard. It was raining but I had to get out….LOOK:
Several graves had beautiful toy cars and trucks on them. In the low lands they might not last long.
The one below had a 1957 Chevy Dragster.
From Towee Falls Road we took another and Sherry said ‘We just passed a road called Barney Creek.’ I knew I was not far from jack’s house, so I backed up on the road and headed down Barney Creek road.
Passing this sign, we knew we were at the birth place of our church denomination back in the late 1800’s. The sign is the only indication on this narrow mountain road.
We found Jack, just coming in from the garden. What a thrill to see him again, we chatted for about 1/2 hour and left him to his chores.
Jack is the real deal. he is an author. His books are on Amazon, his publisher is Yvette who comments here as ‘Y’. I bought his latest book,’The Winds of November’. He is now listed as ‘H. Jack Darnell’ author, to keep us separated. I have mentioned before, Jack lives in the house he was born in. It still has no electricity or running water. He writes his books on a manual typewriter.
This was such a great day, I had to try to get it all in. Thanks for coming by.
I am no longer willing to drive into the future using my rearview mirror as my tool of navigation.
(I think I stole that from MA’s blog!)
As far as I can tell this is supposed to be the first automobile. FardierdeCougnat in the 1800’s French Steam. Looks like a tricycle.