A beautiful trip to Peace River

Before we made an offer on the property in Florida, we stopped by Mustard’s last stand. Melbourne Hot dog stand. She got a chili Cheese dog I had the Kraut Dog, I think Mark had a ‘messy’ dawg:

Okay the yesterday we headed across Florida I love the roads here that are lined with palm trees.

The ranches and farms have entrances decorated, some more than others. this is a Dairy Farm:


I remember these from the 1940-50’s. Stuckeys, I loved the pecan rolls. this one was advertised for YeeHaw Junction.



BUT FIRST a traffic jam. It is nice to be retired and not on a tight schedule. If the traffic stops for 30 minutes, and you are in a motor home, NO PROBLEM.


We were like this for 30 minutes. The lady on the phone, turned and walked to our RV. I opened the window,”You may think this terrible but my mother needs to use the bathroom, we…” I broke her off and said bring her on down I understand completely.
There was no need for thanks, we were glad we were there.

We passed beautiful Sod farms (above). And drove the some beautiful (deserted) roads.

Passed miles of orange groves  and……

Cattle Ranches.

We went thru some Florida Panther Country Also.

We passed thru the beautiful town of Frostproof.

And found another beautiful Live Oak to park under at Peace River.

I love these tropical areas, I even love these 50-60 foot skinny palm trees. We are here earlier than the average Snow Birds, as you can see the park is pretty empty. We like that.

One of the occupants is certainly ready for Halloween!

Glad to have a home for two weeks. The river is up, but the area is lovely.
Thanks for coming by the LOG
Nite Shipslog
PS: another how did this happen?

Musta been exceeding the 35mph speed limit.
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Not sure of the year, but it is late 20’s early 30’s.
Charlotte consignments

It took 2 1/2 hours to make an offer on a Fannie Mae house.

  We made an offer on a VERY rundown house in a nice neighborhood. We are submitting an offer for the house. I would say that the only redeeming quality is a good roof.  If the offer is accepted it will be a challenge, no doubt about that. The house is not for us, but for son Mark.

Not too long ago our congress passed a law to cut paperwork, save the trees, etc.  Fannie Mae did not listen, 34 pages of legalese, 2 times, Reading and initialing each page. To try to save time, I read it the night before on line, my son nor the realtor believed I did it methinks.
Anyway we are on the road to Peace River today. The offer is in our names because Mark is not allowed to buy another Fannie Mae this soon. I did not know you were limited to how long you  had to hold it or wait etc.  You learn more each day.  The house will be in our names. I like the idea, and if Mark finds something else, we will be glad to keep it. Then I will have something to play with. LOL

I doubt I will get involved in it at all, although I would like to.  BUT, but, but,  my girl is making noises like she would like a house in Belmont and in Melbourne or Palm Bay. Maybe she is missing buying curtains and picking out floor covering, seeing me cut grass etc.  Maybe she is missing having a closet big enough to hang her clothes without feeling like they are sardines.

We would  sell the motor home. Maybe I could buy a nice pickup and get a travel trailer for short vacations.  I would love to have a pickup truck. Hey I might find a small tractor or a Bob-Cat to play with. Hey I like this dreaming….
Nite Shipslog
PS:
How did this happen?

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Vehicle built to try for the land speed record… Not sure how it fared.

That something special, the touch!

Today I have thought of something said in a conversation.  It was so special that those words I will never forget. Wisdom, love and concern from a young whipper snapper.

David Luke, Holly and the beautiful Bailey

Then I travel over by Life101 where Rick is explaining so graphically in words, how one or two lines in a movie basically maneuvered his psyche and motivated him to banish the word,”someday”.  I hate taking an idea from someone (well I really don’t when it is a great idea!) but I was thinking along those lines.

Most folks know my dad was a preacher, a good one I must add. I have heard him say,  “I want to say at least ‘one’ thing in a sermon that someone will take home. Something that will encourage them in the next few days.”

I think of that so many times when you  guys, every last one of you bloggers, say something that hits home, strikes my fancy or is just plain brilliant. There have been times when problems were bothering me, when one ‘sweet’ word ‘Took the cake’, got the gold ring, was a winner. I won’t name you or I would miss someone, but every last one of you has helped me at one time or the other.  Sorta like friends do, “y’know?” (to borrow from one of the girls up north)

Have you ever been reading fiction, when all of a sudden the writer will say something through one of the characters that blows you away? Hemmingway has done that to me several times.

WE were blessed to have dinner with Bill Irwin and his wife in Bangor once. Comparing our disabilities, he said he would much rather be blind than deaf. ( BUT, I thought, ‘no Bill, I am sure glad I still have my sight’.)

Starting this entry I mentioned a conversation I was trying to have, with the baby of the Conrad brood, David Luke, a Prince of a man. When I wasn’t able to understand, I stopped him and said, “I am so very sorry David, but I don’t understand a word you are saying.”

He smiled at me and for some reason I understood every word when he said next, “Hearing me isn’t important Jack,” with a look I will never forget he said, “The important thing is I can understand you.”

He is a master carpenter and cabinet maker and I am a carpenter. We do understand each other.

Thanks for coming by the log. Always great to have you.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

How the heck did this happen:

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I like this 1953 Buick Special waiting for the Steam Locomotive, as a child I loved the smell of those engines..

The neophyte observing change

I have been commended most of my adult life by my seniors for paying close attention to detail.  I always smiled at that statement because I am probably the worlds worse for guessing or averaging (not detail).

(Smiling at yesterday’s comments , Theanne: It Must be something about Texas construction and those high protective concrete walls, Sherry’s experience was in Houston! AND yes that was the most Sunshine we have seen in awhile, it was good to be in Boomers childhood area)

Have you  ever asked a great country cook (like some of you are) to give you their recipe?

Instructions like, “A little bit of salt, not too much though!”  ‘You will need a pinch of oregano’, or “Probably a cup or so of plain flour”.  Folks like that do not pay attention to detail (in instructions), but make the best ‘Sweet Potato Cobbler’ (or what ever) you ever ate.

I thought of that as I made my first Chicken Noodle soup yesterday. I made the ‘noodle’ soup only because son mark gave us 5 lbs of elbow noodles and I needed to use some. I quickly scanned over a recipe on the net, ‘thought’ that sounds just like vegetable soup with chicken added and continued to make some good soup.

We have a set of Tupperware measuring cups but I only mess up one. I use the cup size and guess at 1/2, 1/3 and 1/4th.

Since I know nothing of spices I depend on Ms Dash, I usually use about a half teaspoon of her stuff but today I used a good  guess at a full  teaspoon.

This entry was to be about cars, I am a little scatteratic as my mama would say.

Son Mark mentioned yesterday that some cars were going back to the push button starter on the dash.

When he said that I thought he doesn’t know about the cars with the starter on the floor. I even know about the crank, but I never used one. I have seen them used on tractors.

I remember very well having my left foot on the clutch, placing the heel of my shoe on the gas pedal and using the toe to press the starter.

Funny, I remember there was a Chrysler car that had the starter under a little lip on the clutch pedal. The Ford was the first I remember seeing the push button on the dash.

For years after the automatic transmission was in use, folks down south still had to take the drivers test in a car with a clutch. If you didn’t own one, you had to borrow one.

I like the mechanical designs of the newer cars. The cars today last longer than the TANKS we drove in my youth. But the individuality is gone.

Shucks a Caddy, Lincoln or BMW look alike and not much different than a Chevy or Honda.

Thanks for stopping by the log.

Nite Shipslog

PS:
How did this happen?

To be honest, I can guess this stuff but do not  know how!

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The Edsel. Not a bad car, just introduced at the wrong time. Collectors love them though.

Tropical Drive on the East Coast

Traveling the coast of Florida is a pleasure. I miss jumping in the salt water. (It doesn’t work with hearing aids!)

Son Mark loves Florida, he has since being a teenager in Key West.

Yesterday Glenda found a great place to order a ‘Pressed Cuban’ sandwich. Instead of the usual family cooking affair, they had chips and home made dip, along with a couple pies.

The sandwich may not look good to you, and not the greatest of photos, but it was delicious.  We learned to enjoy the Pressed Cuban in GITMO.

Here is the lovely Juanelle (from Missouri) and her famous Aunt (Seamstress to the Rich and Famous of Palm Beach) Irma Lee Pinder 90+.

Mark alternately drove up A1A and US1 coming back. A beautiful drive.

A beautiful light house at Hobe Sound.

Entrance to one of the homes of the Rich and Famous.

Looking across Hobe Sound

We stopped and took a walk down a nature trail. Here we met ‘Jasper’ the friendly dog, wandering the beach. Now I see the Coconut I was going to bring back but forgot it.

This was our return trip after the wonderful get to gether. We brought back about 20 bananas furnished by cousin Jerry and Holly supplied Avacados

My color and exposure was so bad I removed the color

MMMM good.

Thanks for traveling with us to Pompano Beach.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

How did this happen?

(THIS WAS NOT ON OUR TRIP)

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Spotted this beauty on our trip. A 1960 Chevy Impala Convertible, methinks.

 

(Today’s color and exposures were terrible, I had to delete many of them)