1. where is your significant other? Sadly, no longer with me.
2. your favorite thing? Time with family and friends.
3. your dream last night? I frequently dream, but almost never remember them.
4. your goal? To continue with reasonable health for a few more years.
5. your hobby? Knitting, computer puzzles.
6. where do you want to be in 6 years? Alive and mentally alert.
7. where were you last night? Right here at home.
8. what you're not? Physically active.
9. one of your wish list items? See #6.
10. your pet? None, and don't want one.
11. missing someone? John, of course.
12. your car? 2006 Nissan Altima
13. something you're not wearing? Winter clothes.
14. love someone? My family.
15. when is the last time you laughed? Yesterday.
16. last time you cried? Last Monday when I watched the previous week's NCIS (amazing they can still make me cry, after all this time).
17. favorite pasttime? Knitting, computer puzzles.
18. are you a hater or a lover? Lover. Hating wastes too much time and energy.
19. any vices? Sloth, eating.
20. favorite questions blog other than Sunday Stealing? None.
My friend, Jamie,
posted this on FB under the picture of us Saturday when we put some of John's
ashes under the tulip poplar tree at the Sculpture Fields, near the "red
pointy sculpture". It was such a
great memorial to John, I wanted to share it here.
“Yeah, the red, pointy sculpture
close to the REALLY tall Tulip Poplar. The one with rough bark but strong
branches that reach out and shelter everybody; and houses birds that will poop
on you if you say something stupid while standing under it."
Canoe Branch
In about 1972, John
and I bought a piece of land at Canoe Branch Landing in Castalian Springs,
TN. It was on a creek that ran into the
Cumberland River at an area called Seven Mile Bluff. We designed and built a small cabin (about 12
x 20'). When I say built, I mean that
literally. We had professionals pour the
footings for the concrete block piers and we had the septic tank professionally
installed. Other than that, we did it
all. I don't remember how long it took -
probably a year or more. We used raw oak
boards. Did you know fresh-cut oak
lumber smells like sour milk? Or that
when it dries, it gets so hard that you have to drill holes in it to get nails
in it? We didn't know these things, but
we certainly learned.
The first floor was
one big room, with a kitchen and bathroom at one end. We found hanging globe light fixtures that
had come out of an old school in Sumner County.
The upstairs was reached by pull-down attic stairs. We had two rooms upstairs - just for
sleeping. The ceiling was sloped - 8' on
the creek side, 4' on the road side - so no beds, just mattresses.
John was a
supervisor at duPont at the time and was not happy with his job. He got a lot of therapy from all the
hammering and manual labor. He said
every nail had somebody's name on it.
But the work got done, with our working only on weekends.
We just used the
cabin on weekends, but even planted a large garden a couple of years. The girls learned to drive John's old
straight-shift 1959 Chevrolet around the circle at the end of the road. In
1979, the rehearsal dinner for Margaret and Bobby's wedding was there.
In about 1982 or so,
Pink had moved to Hendersonville, the girls were gone, and we had started
traveling some. And our weekends at the
cabin all but stopped. It was a
traumatic decision, but we decided to sell.
As I remember, a young Metro Nashville policeman bought it. We never went back, and subsequently moved to
Chattanooga in 1986.
I recent read an
article about Indian Mounds in Castalian Springs, and it brought back memories
about the cabin. I skyped with Jean
today and she told me that she had gone to find the cabin a few days ago. She found it without difficulty and talked to
another property owner -a man who is the son of the man we bought the property
from. He told her that it's owned by a retired policeman, so it must be the
same family. She says it's obviously
well loved and well taken care of. She'll take me up there the next time I go
to Hendersonville.
And I've had a
lovely evening wallowing in nostalgia.
Elene Meyer Davis
was born in Yoakum, Texas on the 7th of October 1924, and died on the 7th of
June 2016, of complications due to congestive heart failure and the 2016
Presidential campaign.
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Elene Meyer Davis
was born in Yoakum, Texas on the 7th of October 1924, and died on the 7th of
June 2016, of complications due to congestive heart failure and the 2016
Presidential campaign.
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From <http://obits.dignitymemorial.com/dignity-memorial/obituary.aspx?n=Elene+Meyer-Davis&lc=2220&pid=180277948&mid=6963730>
The
Ironman comes in various "strengths" of contests (re length,
etc.). It's pretty much a triathlon - swimming, cycling, and
running. There are going to be four different Ironman contests here this
year - the organizers love Chattanooga. And it's quite a challenge - with
our mountains for difficulty in the cycling and running - and a flowing river
for the swimming. It turns out I know one of the major competitors in one
of the older divisions. I just found out my friend Vicki's son, who is in
his mid40s (I think), is not only competing, but has been picked to be on the
US team in a Switzerland competition later this year.
The train
ride was fine this morning. Not very long - just a few miles, and not
particularly scenic - mostly through a wooded area, but an old historic track
with bridges and a tunnel. We were home in time for a late lunch.
It was a good outing. Except something popped in my new knee as I was
getting off our bus, and it has been really sore since then. I don't
think anything is really wrong with it, but I'll probably stay in for the rest
of the day and baby it.
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