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Mondays are for Memories – Pining Away

I cannot say that there have always been pine trees growing next to the cabin.
cabin old_BW
I don’t know when they were planted, but as long as I can remember pine trees have been growing there.
Winter Cabin girls
(That’s me in the Santa hat – so late 50’s?)
They’ve been lush and green and hugging the cabin for many years!
We lost one during the winter of 2013 – which took out our electricity (and most of the electricity on the mountain apparently)
but the remaining two kept their careful watch for many more years.
But recently, we all noticed that they were showing their age.
Kobe Game

Last year, at our annual meeting, given the risk of damage to the cabin if either of them fell over winter, the decision was made to have them taken down.


UntitledWhen we said farewell to the cabin in September we knew we were also saying goodbye to those pine trees. Sniff.

This past week, the deed was done.
We needed to take care of those trees before they caused any damage to the cabin – but man, it looks so lonesome!  If I weren’t so far away here in Texas, I’d be up there giving it a hug!


In the very beginning

The following post was published on August 3, 2004. A whopping three days into our journey (which as of today is on day 6581). I’ve updated it today with some current thoughts –

Things I have learned so far~~ (on Day 3??)

Everyone else on the road does not know that you are beginning an entirely new phase of your life. Nor do they particularly care. Oh Well.
They still don’t know if it’s our first trip – or our 147th. And it’s probably better that way. We have lots of company on the road these days though, that’s for sure.

The Walmart outside of Shrewsbury, MA cleans their parking lots with street cleaners around 3AM on Mondays. They especially like to circle RVs that are parked on their lot.
We haven’t been to that Walmart lately (we later learned that they don’t actually allow overnight parking there – oops), but we still use a Walmart parking lot or Rest Area for a quick overnight every now and again. We can crank up the generator, watch a little TV, and get a (pretty) good night’s sleep.

It’s good to get on the train to Boston at the first station. You’re almost always guaranteed a seat.
This remains good advice. I still remember how packed that train was when we reached the city!

Boston IS amazing.
Yep. You should go sometime!

Being deployed to the USS Constitution in Boston Harbor is the 2nd best deployment in the US Navy. The first is working for the President.
No way to personally check this, but I imagine it’s true. Google could neither confirm or deny.

Sitting outside under our awning visiting with Gary’s aunt and uncle is a wonderful way to end any day.
What precious visits they were! Both are in now joyously in heaven, but oh what I wouldn’t give to sit under the awning  with them again!

~~We’re hanging in this area (outside of Boston) for a couple more days. Hopefully we will get to see some additional family, and some of the other sights in this general area. Tomorrow we have designated to do some housekeeping and re-arranging of the life we have tried to fit into this RV. Oh, and I get to give Gary a hair cut. New adventures for us all!
Gary is still trusting me with his haircuts. I think there’s one scheduled for this weekend too!

Stay in touch, OK?


Whether you’ve been coming along with us for this entire journey (I know there are a couple of you out there!) or you’ve just joined in the adventure recently – I’m so thankful to share this little corner of the internet with you! Thanks for coming along!
PS – check out that clean dashboard in the header picture! Ah – in the very beginning…..


August 1, 2004. It’s been eighteen years since we “quit our jobs and ran away from home.” This month I’ll be sharing a sprinkling of posts from those eighteen years (and there are 1,971 of them to choose from) that will hopefully represent just a glimpse of this amazing adventure our Lord has led us on! I’ll confess right now that my blogging platform has changed several times over these years, and I seem to have lost some pictures into cyberspace. But here’s a post with pictures from less than a month before we left – July 9, 2004 :
Here’s the question….
How do you fit this:

into THIS:

But somehow, we did! And 18 years later we’re still driving that same faithful RV around! So watch for little snippets of  this grand 18 year journey, that began as an adventure and has turned into a our life! And what a wonderful life it has been (and continues to be!).

Thanks for coming along!

Mondays are for Memories – of Mom

Yesterday would’ve been my Mom’s 97th birthday. She’s been gone  26 years, but nowhere does does she seem closer than here at the cabin. From the ‘silver’ platter hanging on the wall – a wedding present back in 1947 –
to the reminder on our ancient refrigerator about what settings to use when,
to the “please remove spike shoes’ sign (from a short stint working at a country club) to the handmade Indian doll sitting on the neighboring shelf –
my Mom’s remembrances are all around us.
Earlier this year I wrote a bit about Mom for the Storyworth project our kids gave us for Christmas. (Yes, as Gary said – a Christmas present with homework!).
“What was your Mom like when you were a child?”
My goodness, what a BIG question!
In some ways, Mom was a superhero. When I was not quite two and she was pregnant with my brother, my oldest sister was diagnosed with Polio. Elna was whisked away to spend months and months in the hospital while the rest of the household was placed in strict quarantine. I was too young to remember any of that of course, but when I became a Mom and would become overwhelmed with my life, I would think of her managing the two of us girls at home, getting ready to deliver baby #4, all the while her first precious daughter was in the hospital. Somehow that always managed to help me get my life back in perspective.
She was a Musician. One of my favorite childhood memories is falling asleep while she practiced her cello down in her music studio (aka the dining room!). She loved her cello, played in several area orchestras and ensembles, and even began taking lessons (again!) when she was in her 60’s. While cello was her first love, she was also an accomplished pianist. Most afternoons neighborhood kids would come to our house for their lessons, and while I don’t recall her actually giving me lessons, somehow I learned how to read music and play sorta-kinda. She would come and help, but never insisted that I learn. She taught piano and played her cello right up until her death in 1996.
She was a Seamstress.
UntitledI think she made most of our clothes growing up – I especially remember one Christmas when I got the softest furry bathrobe that she had secretly worked on while we were in school. There were many a photo of the three of us girls in matching outfits, and sometimes ones that even matched hers. She made wedding dresses for my sisters, along with the bridesmaid dresses too! When I wanted to learn how to sew and my home ec teacher wanted me to start with an A-line skirt, I remember saying to Mom – “Can I make a lined cape instead ?” “Sure” was her easy reply!
She was Athletic. She loved to ski (she was the Snow Queen for one of the Snow Festivals in Vermont during her college days) and play tennis. I think  she would often outplay my Dad on the courts! I know she always beat me! She had a degree in both Music and PE from Ithaca College in NY so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

She was a Great Cook. Although my dad took over the gourmet cooking in the 60’s, Mom was always ready with a good home cooked meal. Her mac and cheese was legendary and I think my favorite was the classic 1960 chuck roast in foil with onion soup and cream of mushroom. She did hold to the logic that having liver once in a while was beneficial (all that iron, I guess), but I still loved her (and her cooking) regardless!

She was Fun and Funny!
She’d take us ice skating at a local lake ( we even had a small rink in our back yard when we lived in Willow Grove), she’d help us build snow tunnels when the drifts in the driveway were too high to even shovel, and she had a great sense of humor. We laughed a lot around the dinner table.


She was an Encourager. I don’t recall ever hearing her say – “Don’t try that, it’s too hard.”  When I wanted to sew my wedding gown – she helped me shop for fabric. She was always on my side.

Maybe this question was geared more to my younger childhood. And the memories I shared above are from when I was a bit older. I honestly don’t remember lots of warm and fuzzy moments with Mom when I was younger – but I certainly don’t have any cold and harsh memories either. Did she tuck me in each night when I was younger? I’m sure she did. Do I remember those moments? I do not. She was always there for us. Strong and steady, putting her family first and encouraging each of us to be the best that we could be.

And sending us off to dreamland with Pachelbel’s Canon in D.

Miss you especially these days, Mom! So thankful for the promise of eternity in heaven with you!

Mondays are for Memories – Birthday Buddies!

As we wrap up November, there is one more birthday I need to mention! Actually it’s a cluster of birthdays – the 2nd (Connie), 9th (Me), and today the 29th (Bonnie). Here is a post from a couple of years ago that pretty much sums up my affection for these two very dear ‘Birthday Buddies”.

Long, long ago, in (what seems like) a galaxy far, far away a young bride met with a ‘more experienced’ bride once a week for lunch. And encouragement. And prayer.
Time passed, babies came, and schedules changed. But the friendship and encouragement and prayers never ended. Our little twosome grew to include others as we changed from being young brides to being young moms.
Friends moved, babies grew, and life happened. Things changed.
But through it all, three of us somehow, by hook or by crook, managed to continue to meet once a year to celebrate our November birthdays. We’d often meet at church on a Sunday in November, enjoy lunch, catch up with each other and end the day in prayer. It was a very precious day for me, as I would often go the whole year without being in contact with them. But that thread of friendship never broke. Never even frayed!
Since we’ve been on the road, we three birthday buddies haven’t always been able to connect during November. But whenever we can work it out, we work it out!!

birthdaygirls08 ConnieBonnieandme
birthdaybuddies Connie Bonnie BonnieConnieand me

I didn’t make it to back to Hometown this past summer, so being able to connect with these precious Birthday Buddies, these Sisters in Christ was especially sweet this past October.
I’m so thankful for these friends from that galaxy far, far away!
So Thankful for US!