My sweetheart and I have been traveling and seeing sights we've dreamed of seeing for a long time. I didn't have much consistent internet access in most places so I wasn't able to check in here and let you know what we were doing. I had a mobile hot spot so I could stay connected and it worked great - as long as we weren't parked at the bottom of a hill or somewhere between high cliffs that surrounded the campground or so deep into the woods that no signal could reach us! So, I wasn't able to share our trip with you until now unless you've been following me on Facebook or Instagram. It was rather strange that I usually was able to post on Facebook or send text messages in areas where I didn't have enough cell signal to make phone calls or go online. We were on the road with our home-away-from home for almost two months and I took about a million photos of places we've been. You can imagine that I have some serious sorting and editing to do but I have a few photos to share with you now. Most of them were taken with my cell phone or tablet. Some were taken from the passenger seat of our pickup so there may be reflections from the windshield that couldn't be avoided. There's so much to share about our trip soon when I have a chance to edit my photos. Until then, just a peek here and there will have to do.
We left home on a Sunday afternoon and we traveled a lot of miles before we returned home again yesterday. We made a big circle from home, through four states and back home again.
We camped in the beauty of Southern Oregon. . .
Crossed the border from Oregon. . .
We drove past snow-covered mountains. . .
Camped beside a lake at a beautiful campground. . .
And spent time at the home of a very dear blog friend (and did a bit of thrifting and antiquing, too).
We spent several days with my father's family. That included talking almost nonstop to catch up after too much time apart, meals together and a very special Easter Sunday that included church and a very large family gathering.
We spent three days in the land of many palms. . .
Before we crossed the border into Arizona. While we were in Arizona we walked on the desert. . .
Drove up a mountain and hiked a ways to see the sights below. . .
Visited National Monuments where we discovered ancient ruins. . .
And explored a quaint, little mining town high in the mountains.
This is just part of our adventures - there's so much more to share but that will have to wait for another day. Long-anticipated adventures became reality. There will be time to tell you all about it soon.
Things have changed a lot since I shared the post about the
old pickup and my sweetheart’s new-to-us truck!We’ve run away from home – well, we didn’t really run away - we’re just not
there.My sweetheart hooked up our
cabin-on-wheels (trailer) and we put the dog in the car – and headed off for an
adventure of a lifetime. Our plans included time with a very dear blog friend
along the way and some long-overdue time with family, too. We plan to go places we’ve never been and before it's over a childhood dream of mine will finally come true.
We left home over a week ago for a dream trip – a trip we’ve
dreamed of for a long time. It’s the first of many we have planned.I have limited internet access right now so I
can’t share many photos until we get to a place with more access. Then I’ll show
you where we’ve been and tell you all about our trip.If you follow me on Facebook you may have
seen some of the places we’ve landed along the way. We are having a great time –
and it has only just begun.We have many
miles to go before we get home again!
My sweetheart has been dreaming and planning to buy a new pickup. He has shopped online and with dealers. He has talked a lot to folks about what they know about pickups. He had to check them all out so he would be ready when the time came to buy the right one. Awhile back, as we drove by a 'classic' car lot, I found what I thought was the perfect truck for him. I thought it was the perfect truck for him but I didn't quite convince him that it was the one for him. Since he had successfully restored my vintage trailer I thought, perhaps, he wouldn't mind doing the work needed on this one.
This old truck had such character. Why wouldn't he want a truck with old wooden sides that had stood the test of time?
Everything about this truck was intrigued me. It was an old Willys truck from the nineteen twenties. Family owned by the same family since it was new. Now it was time to pass it on to someone else.
Imagine cranking the engine before you got in to drive off down the road.
I loved the details and tried to imagine how wonderful they must have seemed back in the day. A headlight. . .
The old windshield. . .
And the steering wheel.
The door handle on the outside. . .
And the handle on the inside.
Running boards that had seen better days. . .
And a rear view mirror.
A turn signal operated from inside the cab so you could stay dry on rainy days.
The muffler just outside the cab. . .
And a fire extinguisher on the inside. A fire extinguisher? Really? That's not a comforting thought!
Everything about this old truck was fascinating.
A thought came to mind. I thought my sweetheart might agree - he could buy this wonderful, old truck and restore it for me! Wouldn't it be a conversation piece going down the road while towing Daffodil? A vintage truck with a vintage trailer! Hmmm. . .I liked that idea!
My sweetheart did buy a truck. Not this one. He seemed to think he wanted something a bit more modern. So, a few days ago, after a long search, this is what my sweetheart brought home. Just what he wanted. The perfect truck for him!
The new truck is part of the new season of our lives - and some long-awaited adventures. I'll share more soon.
If you are of a certain generation you may have sung an old song during music
class in the early years of your school experience. It goes like this:
My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf, So it
stood ninety years on the floor; It was taller by half than the old man
himself, Though it weighed not a pennyweight more. It was bought on the
morn of the day that he was born, And was always his treasure and
pride; But it stopped short — never to go again — When the old man
The song goes on to recount how the clock knew all the ups and
downs of the grandfather’s life – but it stopped short – never to go again –
when the old man died. While I always sang it with gusto during music class I
thought the song was sad and a bit morbid – and I often wondered the purpose it
served in our elementary school song books. I didn’t think of it often until
many years later, shortly after my own father passed away. My grandfather
didn’t have clocks that I remember – but my dad loved clocks, and he was a
‘grand’ father! He would have had a house, or a museum, full of clocks if
his budget had allowed that pursuit. I don’t think he ever saw a clock he
didn’t like. He had more clocks in his home than most people I know but they
were special clocks and very well displayed. There was a story behind most all
of his clocks. I’d like to share a few of my dad’s clocks and a bit of their
story with you. No, they didn’t stop the day he died - all are still
keeping time quite nicely except for one that needs a bit
of repair. I’ll tell you about that one, too, because it has special memories
A gorgeous ‘Victorian Gingerbread Clock’ stood on my mom and
dad’s mantel for many years. Right after I graduated from high school I had a
job at a local azalea nursery where I met a young, married woman. As we became
acquainted she told me about her home and husband and children. One day she
told me about an antique clock she wanted to sell. Immediately I knew my father
might be interested in the clock so a day or two later he and I went to her home
to look at it. He bought the clock and proudly took it home where it stood on the mantel of his new home. Over the years the clock chimed on the hour and the
half-hour until one day it stopped chiming on the hour. It also stopped chiming
on the half-hour – but it did chime at twenty-five minutes after each hour.
Many times my dear mother would be somewhere in the house when the clock chimed
and she would say, ‘It’s twenty-five minutes after something!’ It worked that
way until after my father passed away. One day my sweet mother met a clock
repair man who cleaned and repaired the clock so it would chime at the
right time again. It sat on her mantel over the past years and was always a
conversation piece when someone stopped to visit her for the first time. This
beautiful clock has found its way to my home now and it almost always brings a
smile to my face when the chimes ring out through my home.
You may remember the days of S&H Green Stamps. Many things in
my parents’ home were the result of my mother saving Green Stamps over the
years. She spent countless hours looking through the Green Stamp Redemption Catalog
as she carefully planned what she would get the next time we were near a
redemption center. This clock was one of many things that became a favorite in
our home. It has hung for many years in the closet of a bedroom that Mom and
Dad turned into an office/library room. They took the doors off the closet and
used that space to add room for more of my mother’s vintage book collection. This clock has also found a new home at my house. It now hangs on
the wall of a bedroom my sweetheart and I turned into our office and my creative
The purchase of one of my father’s clocks was the cause of
‘discussion’ between my parents. My father was the pastor of a church in a
small town in the Cascade Mountains of Central Oregon. We often drove to ‘the
valley’ for conferences and meetings. It was one such day after a meeting in
the valley that we stopped at a jeweler’s shop before we left the city to head
across the mountains toward home. I don’t remember the purpose of our stop at
the jeweler’s shop, but I will never forget that day – or that clock! I still
remember how it hung on a wall that was filled with all kinds of clocks. I don’t
remember why we went to that little shop but I do remember that almost the
minute my dad walked in a cuckoo clock that hung in the center of the wall
caught his attention. And his heart. By the time we walked out of the shop
that clock had been paid for, removed from the wall, carefully wrapped and
placed in a box that was handed to my father. My memories of the trip home are
vivid. It’s as if I’m still that little dark-haired, dark-eyed girl in the
backseat of the car as I listen to my parents discussion in the front seat -
they were discussing the clock! It must have been sometime around early May
because my father bought the clock for my mother - for Mother’s Day. The
problem? She didn’t want a cuckoo clock for Mother’s Day. Her heart was set on
a beautiful teakettle she had hinted about many, many times. In her
disappointment, somewhere in her heart she devised a plan. It shouldn’t have
been a surprise when a month later she gave my father that beautiful teakettle
for Father’s Day! I have no memory of the teakettle but I know they both
laughed a lot about it through the years and the truth was that my mother
absolutely loved her cuckoo clock. She loved it so much that when it stopped
because a handmade, wooden gear inside had worn out she kept it on her kitchen
wall and lovingly told the story of ‘her’ clock. She wanted to have it repaired
but she couldn’t find anyone nearby who could repair or replace the worn
gear. This is the clock doesn’t needs some repair. It works, but not quite right! It runs, it keeps time and the little cuckoo
bird comes out at the proper time but he seems very confused and tired. He
comes out and begins his ‘chirp’ but he never finishes what he starts. He says
‘cuck’ but can’t seem to find his voice to finish and add the ‘oo’ so he just
sits there until someone lovingly reminds him with a slight push of their finger
that it’s time for him to go back inside and close the door.
This clock will soon move to my home, too. My sweetheart wants to
have it repaired or he may try to hand-carve the cog and repair it himself. He's good at things like that! We are all very happy that these clocks are still at home with our family. I know my dear mother would be pleased – and I’m sure
my ‘grand’ father must smile with pleasure to see our joy as we recall our
memories of his dear clocks.
(The photos of each of these clocks were taken when the clocks were in my dear, little mother's home. The photo of the mantel clock was taken when her mantel was decorated for Christmas.)
song: 'Grandfather's Clock' written by Henry Clay Work (1876)
I have a book on my 'grandma' bookshelf - it's been a favorite of more than one of my grandkids. Maybe you've read it, too!
If you don't know the story, it goes like this: If you give a moose a muffin, then he wants jam to go with it. When he's finished he will want another. . .and another. . . until they are all gone. Then he wants more so you go to the grocery store to buy muffin mix - and he goes with you, but he's chilly so he asks to borrow a sweater. Once he puts your sweater on he notices a button is missing so he asks for a needle and thread. While sewing he remembers the puppets his grandmother used to make so he asks for some old socks to make sock puppets. The story goes on and on with the moose asking for things to make backgrounds for his puppet show. He keeps asking for things until he finds himself outside your house where he sees your mother's blackberry bushes. That reminds him of the blackberry jam - and if you give him the jam he will want a muffin to go with it!
That's kind of like what's happening at my house these days. No, we don't have a resident moose and we aren't baking muffins. Instead, we are beginning to deal with my dear, little mother's home and the many things she treasured through the years. Easy, you say? Not so! It's like the moose in the book. We have chosen some things that will move to our home. We need a utility trailer to move a few big things. That's not a problem because my sweetheart owns a little utility trailer for such things. So, what's the problem? A few months ago we had some big trees removed from my mother's yard. In the process there was wood for our fireplace - more wood than our little wood shed could hold. Over the past few months the wood has stayed in the utility trailer that was parked in the back corner of our yard. So, here's the problem:
My sweetheart decided to enlarge our little woodshed so he can store the wood where it will be dry. In the process he discovered that the fence behind the little woodshed has leaned and slumped and is affecting the roof of the woodshed. He can't just add to the little woodshed without dealing with the fence situation. So, he is outside fixing the fence. He's replacing two tired and worn fenceposts, resetting the sagging gate and stabilizing things. Then he can build the addition on the side of the shed and unload the wood from the little trailer and then we can start to move things from my mother's house. Whew, that makes me tired just thinking about it.