This post is actually a continuation of yesterday's thread, but I decided it was too large to post on the thread itself as I had originally intended. I talked to Billie and she agreed. It needs it's own separate post. I am sure that those of you with dial-up connections did not want to see this endless table of photographs in your "pings" this morning. ;-)
MamaBear, JustAmy, DollyCali, Dutchess, WVNan, PrissyMissy and Babychick hope you enjoy traveling to the beautiful state of West Virginia today. Those of you who missed Part I, click HERE.
Okay, I am off to bed. See you all in the morning, but don't expect me too early. It's been a long day!
Good morning All.
During the US Civil War, fierce fighting was taking place near Moorefield, West Virginia. Because the town was close to enemy lines, it would be controlled one day by Union troops, and the next by Confederates. In the heart of the town lived an old woman. According to the testimony of a Presbyterian minister, one morning several enemy soldiers knocked on her door and demanded breakfast. She asked them in and said she would prepare something for them. When the food was ready, she said, "It's my custom to read the Bible and pray before breakfast. I hope you won't mind." They consented, so she took her Bible, opened it at random, and began to read Psalm 27. "The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?" (v.1). She read on through the last verse: "Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart" (v.14). When she finished reading, she said, "Let us pray." While she was praying, she heard sounds of the men moving around in the room. When she said "amen" and looked up, the soldiers were gone. Meditate on Psalm 27. If you are facing enemies, God will use His Word to help you. Haddon Robinson
Face the enemy without fear; Though an army may surround you, You are safeGod's arms around you. Hess Let your fears drive you to your heavenly Father.
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Great pics and appears you guys had lot's of fun..
Now about the grits..
Your supposed to mix eggs over easy, salt and pepper all together with butter.. Yummy!
What a great post! I feel as though I met you all in person.
Good morning! So when should we plan a trip for everyone to come to Maine and enjoy some lobstah? :)
It looks like you guys had a wonderful time, and got to see all of the highlights of the midwest. My extended family are in Michigan and Ohio, and just like the south, and New England, it has it's own way of life. America definately is a melting pot!
Lori, I have never eaten grits either. :)
borrowed from "the raven" (pretty good for a stud muffin)
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A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife turning back and forth, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she'd like to have for her Birthday.
I'd like to be six again, she replied, still looking in the mirror.
On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to the local theme park.
What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there was.
Five hour later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down. He then took her to a McDonald's where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M's.. What a fabulous adventure! Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, 'Well Dear, what was it like being six again?' Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed.
I meant my dress size, you dummy!
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is gonna get it wrong.
Babychick is Adorable! Hugs to her, and to Beautiful PrissyMissy!
Thanks for the trip, y'all. I especially enjoyed The Praisemen and fiddle playin' music by Nan's son.
Beautiful country back there.
Puts a real personal touch to your Travelogue Series, Mama Bear.
Sorry I'm late. Wonderful thread! Thank you for sharing.