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Posted on 06/21/2007 6:00:00 PM PDT by Kathy in Alaska
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....for this evening's thread Ma! Home safe & sound.;-)
The foot gets a little better everyday. Can't wait to to wear "two" shoes! lol
How is your day? *Hugs*
And a little description of it, written by Johnny Cash:
Once you're on our little street, on Pop Carter's front porch with the river right across the pavement from you and your boat bobbing at the dock, waiting to zoom you out into the open waters of the Gulf just a few hundred yards away, all that stuff could be in another country.
Here you have the tide, the meeting of freshwater with salt, the seabirds and marsh birds and land birds. The weather cooks up its sudden subtropical tempests out over the horizon or, on the landward side, takes the whole afternoon to build one of those immense, imposing fortresses of thunderheads, and then, as afternoon begins its long transition to evening, turns the whole towering edifice purple-gray and brings it all tumbling and crashing down on you, transforming everything into wind and water.
Mostly that's a summer treat, so I don't experience it very often, for like other nonnatives with enough money and sense, we go elsewhere during Florida's months of eighty percent humidity. Whenever I see it, though, it always makes me marvel: at the sheer scale, power, beauty, and complexity of God's creation, at the simplicity and strength of my human root in nature.
The house itself is quite and comfortable, and it's not at all grand in the manner of Cinnamon Hill or our main home on Old Hickory Lake. It's just a regular Florida family bungalow from the early part of this century -- 1912, I believe -- wood-framed, with painted clapboard and a big screen porch in front.
It reminds me a lot of the farmhouses you see in the hotter, more northerly parts of Australia. Unlike there, though, our neighbors are close. Next door is only twenty feet away. That helps us feel less like celebrities, and the people in the neighborhood help in that regard, too. They're friendly, but they allow us our peace and quiet. Strangers knock on the door sometimes, wanting to say hello or get an autograph, but not often enough to bother us.
I love that picture & presentation Meg. Such precision! *Hugs*
Good evening, I still care....thanks for adding a piece of the Carter Family history.
My day went excellently.....it’s been a long time! Glad you are home safe and sound, and the foot is getting better. ((HUGS))
Evening Kathy Dear!
Thanks for tonight’s thread.
((hugs))
*HUGS*
Today is the first day of summer & it came in with a venegence today at 111*!
In honor of the impending heat the power went out this morning for about an hour. Talk about striking fear in the heart! lol
Somewhere on the second page!
Somewhere on the second page!
Somewhere on the second page!
Yea ME!
:)
I LOVE this couple.....GREAT thread, Kathy!!
The proprietors were displaced from NOLA by The Storm (that's all they'll call it), and opened up Hippo Wings, a chicken and wing shop two blocks from work.
The lady of the house also comes out to weave at the Little Loom House, and that's how I foudn out who and where the place is.
Just got back with an order of three dozen wings, with Louisiana Bourbon and Honey BBQ sauces, and Cajun Fries.
In the immortal words of Chef Justin Wilson: "HOOOOOOOOO, Wondermous!"
After graduation from high school in 1950, he worked briefly in an automotive plant in Pontiac, Michigan, before returning home to enlist for four years in the U.S. Air Force on July 7, 1950. This was shortly after the Korean War began on June 24, with the sneak attack invasion of South Korea by Communist North Korea, which quickly involved American troops.
Airman Cash took basic training at Lackland AFB, San Antonio, Texas, where he met his future wife, Vivian Liberto, a local high school senior. Following training as a Morse code intercept operator, Cash was transferred to Landsberg Airbase, Bavaria, Germany, where he was assigned to the 6910th Security Group. His natural musical ability allowed him to excel in interpreting signals from the other side of the “Iron Curtain.”
It was while he was in Germany that he used his military pay to buy his first guitar at the base exchange, after which he taught himself to play. He started a band composed of fellow airmen, the Landsberg Barbarians, and he began writing songs for the group. One of his first efforts, “Hey Porter” was published as a poem in Stars and Stripes. His band played the local pubs, entertaining servicemen far from home.
Cash was honorably discharged as a staff sergeant on July 3, 1954.
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Our Flag Flying Proudly One Nation Under God
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Lord, Please Bless Our Troops, They're fighting for our Freedom.
I pledge allegiance to the Flag
of the United States of America,
and to the Republic, for which it stands;
one nation UNDER GOD,
indivisible,
with liberty and justice for all.
Prayers going up.
Now that’s just plain cruel..I want some wings and Cajun fries!
The rain dance is appreciated....d:o)
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