The Things We Grandparents Get to Do for Fun . . . and because of love.

In a recent 10-day period, Steve and I got to host an Easter lunch, supper and egg hunt for 5 of the grands, their parents, and a couple of friends. We drove 9 hours to Ft. Smith to have a "hotel spend-the-night-party" with 2 more and celebrate a birthday. And, we had 2 of the girls for a whole day of music and art activities. I must admit to feeling envy at times for my friends whose grandchildren live in the same town and they get to attend every ballgame or school program. We only have one in an organized ball team, and he lives in Arkansas. We're lucky to make even ONE of his games. We missed seeing Luke and Seth during this particular 10-day period, but I've been invited to go and keep them for 4 days in a few weeks while their parents attend a conference so "it's all good." We are blessed to be able to "go, see, and do" when it comes to these grandchildren who are such tremendous blessings in our lives. We're determined to make the most of each opportunity and to try our best not to whine when we don't see them enough. :)

Allie and Maggie are SERIOUS egg hunters. Granddaddy Steve hid 84 that day. We've found about 70 so far, so I'm guessing eggs will continue to turn up until this time NEXT year.
Penelope is making sure her eggs are still safely in the sack.
Rosie is much more interested in the jellybeans INSIDE the eggs than in the actual search for more. Did you notice that all 4 girls were wearing the same dress style? Aren't they cute?
Samuel couldn't exactly find his own eggs, but he enjoyed the show of watching his sisters and certainly looked spiffy in his tie.
Five days later we drove to Ft. Smith, AR to visit Megan, Nathan and their parents. We stayed at their house just long enough to hug their Momma and grab their suitcases because we were going to have them all to ourselves for the night while their parents had a leisurely date without the babysitter-meter running. After checking in and getting "the lay of the land," we found a nearby park and got busy getting some exercise. (Translation? Being sure everyone would be good and tired when bedtime arrived. Ha!) When Megan (above) sticks out her tongue, you can be sure that determination is in her mind. :)
Whoever thought of side-by-side slides must have had multiple children. Great idea!

After enjoying the park, we headed to a pizza place and got our tummies full. Mealtime conversations can be so revealing and provide so much laughter when no one is in a hurry and when the goal is communication and memory-making. Agree?

By the time we got back to the hotel, got cleaned up and in our comfy PJ's, it didn't take but a few minutes of cartoons to have the effect of a soothing lullaby. They were out like a light!
The next day we took Megan and Nathan back home so we could spend time with their parents, too, and got to celebrate Nathan's birthday a couple of weeks early. He and his Mom have been studying geography a lot in their homeschool sessions, so each of these cupcakes had a different country's flag on top. Nathan got to distribute them. "Here, Grandmomma, you can have France and Israel. Granddaddy, here's Kenya and Germany. Megan, you can have the United States." We were VERY impressed!

We left early the next morning to make the long trip back. We always leave wanting more time but knowing that they have busy lives and need to get back to their normal routines. It's worth every mile put on the car. Thank goodness for my Prius! :)

Three days later it was time for the monthly Music and Art Day between Grandmomma, Allie and Maggie (we let Granddaddy join the fun when he has a few minutes). We got a special treat before we even started on our work for the day.
A whole parking lot full of antique cars were at a little cafe near our house called Geezburger. The owners had apparently decided to stop there for breakfast. We pulled in and got out to get a closer look at each one. They were all works of art in their own right.
Can you tell we studied Georgia O'Keeffe this time? It was fun to discover that she and Allie have the same birthday. :) We played our kazoos again (they want to be able to teach their cousins at Cousins Camp in July) and continued to build rhythm patterns -- this time with drinking straws. Maggie got to make another mosaic picture while Allie and I had a piano lesson. We have 3 duets ready whenever we can find a captive audience. So, beware. :)

I've been a grandparent for eleven years now, and I'm awed by how each child has enriched my life. They teach me so much and are the very best investments of my time/energy/resources that I can imagine. It is no wonder that God describes them as a "crown." Steve and I pray for each of them every day. We pray for hedges of protection around their hearts, their minds, and their bodies, we thank God for their health, their intelligence, their personalities and their Christian parents. We ask God for wisdom and insight into teaching them what God would have us teach. You who are fellow grandparents can totally relate. You who are future grandparents have joys coming your way that are "beyond all you could ask or imagine."

Easter Thoughts, 2012

Tomorrow is Easter Sunday. As you can see from the picture, I've been busy today getting everything ready for Julie's family and a couple of other guests to come for lunch and for hunting Easter eggs. You can see that I have the basket ready for Granddaddy Steve to hide them first. Afterwards, the grandkiddoes take turns. We're STILL finding some of the eggs that Maggie hid last year. She was SERIOUS about it. :) The cake in the center is supposed to look like a sunflower on top . . . if you have a good imagination. Yes, the petals are made out of Peeps, and the seeds are chocolate chips. Other than that, it's a "yellow cake with chocolate icing," so surely it will be a hit.

This is our first Easter since Steve's mom died. I found one of her recipes that was included in the cookbook that Central Baptist in Decatur put together a few years ago. Since many Easter memories for my children revolve around lunches and egg hunts at her house, it seemed appropriate somehow to fix her pork roast for tomorrow. It won't be as good as hers was, but maybe the flavors will be similar. It will be great to share the day with Julie, Brian and their 5 children, but, naturally, I wish ALL the kiddoes and grandkiddoes could be here too. They, however, are exactly where they need to be -- in their own churches (in faraway Arkansas :)), teaching their children the truths of Easter, and building memories of their own.

A big part of tomorrow's significance for me revolves around the first choir anthem that we will sing called "I Am." Among the words are these:

I Am the Root of David, the Bright and Morning Star.

I Am the Lion of Judah.

I Am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end.

I Am faithful and true. I Am the Word of God.

I Am the Spotless Lamb.

I Am the resurrection.

I Am alive forever.

I Am the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

I Am. I Am. I Am the great I Am.

On Wednesday night, January 22, 1986, my Mom practiced this anthem with her choir at First Baptist Church of Troy, AL. She came home that night raving about the wonderful song they had worked on and told my Dad how very much she loved it. She was an alto -- just like me.

The following Saturday morning, she suffered a brain aneurysm and on Monday night, January 27, she died. Exactly one week after she sang "I Am" at choir practice, that same choir filled the choir loft to overflowing and sang it for her funeral. I have heard the song several times since that day, but I've never been in a choir actually singing it myself . . . until tomorrow. In her memory and to the glory of Jesus Christ, I really want to be able to sing it. . . without weeping.

It has become abundantly clear to me as I've pondered this through the years that within seconds of her departure from her earthly life, she was in the presence of her Lord and Savior, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. She has spent the past 26 years singing praises and worshiping. I am convinced that when she has heard Jesus say, "I Am." She has answered with humility and gratitude, "Yes, You Are."

Good Friday Thoughts

Last night I had the privilege of participating in a Maundy Thursday service at my church. The format was simple and profoundly reverent. Each person came into a dimly lit sanctuary and could spend as little or as much time as they desired for silent prayer and meditation, and then the Lord's Supper was offered at the front with the help of our pastor and several deacons. During this time, various singers and instrumentalists were invited to play in a continuous flow of music with a theme of the cross. While waiting for my turn to play, I was able to do my own meditating and to watch the faces and the families as they came to the front. Each person approached their actions differently, but a definite sense of awe and sincerity was evident.

I played both of my selections and then made my way to the front to partake of the wafer and juice. The soloist after me began singing "How Beautiful," the inspired song written by Twila Paris. Just as I placed the wafer in my mouth, the following words were sung: "How beautiful is the body of Christ. And as He laid down His life, we offer this sacrifice -- that we will live just as He died: willing to pay the price, willing to pay the price." I was so struck by the reality that I had just tasted a representation of the body of Christ that I could hardly swallow because of the tears and the emotion that started to flow. I doubt that anyone other than our pastor noticed my struggle, but it was a moment of profound truth for me.

So many thoughts were stirred in those moments, many having to do with a particular Good Friday that we experienced in Ecuador -- specifically in the city of Cuenca. We knew that we wanted to try the traditional Viernes Santo (Good Friday) dish which is a soup made up of 12 different grains and dried fish. We had seen the ingredients for this fanesca prominently displayed at the markets for several days and had inquired about the best places to try it. We went. We ate. We were glad that was over. :) It certainly didn't resemble the good homemade vegetable soups we used to have at home or Bob Gibson's good ol' Brunswick stew, but it was edible. If it hadn't been for the dried fish, and if it had been served with cornbread, we might have liked it just fine. Oh well. At least we tried to "do as the Ecuadorians do."

Much more than eating fanesca, I will forever remember the atmosphere of Good Friday in Cuenca. Normally, it was a very noisy city. To drive there, you need three things: a steering wheel, an accelerator, and a horn -- but not necessarily in that order. Considering the massive numbers of taxis, buses, plus poorly-maintained trucks and cars on the roads, horns blow incessantly, brakes squeal, gears shift loudly. It's just accepted. Not so on Good Friday. For a large portion of the day, it was eerily quiet. Everyone spoke in whispers. Those who drove went slower, and the buses and taxis seemed to disappear. This predominantly Catholic culture was singularly focused on the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. I admired that, and it seemed "right" to me somehow. What didn't seem right, though, was the fact that when Easter Sunday rolled around, it was "business as usual." As a matter of fact, there were FEWER people in church on Easter than on a regular Sunday. That culture, as seen by the many statues of Jesus hanging on the cross in their churches, appears to think much more in terms of the Suffering Christ and His death on the cross than on His triumphant resurrection on the 3rd day.

I'm glad I've had a chance in the past couple of days to direct my thoughts to Calvary, and I have a lot of excitement about celebrating the risen Savior on Sunday morning.

Savannah with my Silver Fox - Day 3

Savannah with my Silver Fox -- Day 3 was highlighted by walking, interacting with people and still more good food. We had a very light breakfast in anticipation of what we knew awaited us at lunch time. We took a brisk 20-minute walk (only taking a wrong turn once) and got in line for Mrs. Wilkes' Boarding House Dining Room at 10:30 a.m. This is what the line looked like when we joined it -- a half a block long 30 minutes before the doors even opened!!!!Our hour-long + wait was made very enjoyable by the lovely black couple who got in line directly behind us. They were from Atlanta and in town visiting their daughter who works in Savannah. They had eaten at Mrs. Wilkes' before, so they told us all about what to expect plus numerous insights into their lives and philosophy of living. We laughed and visited as if we'd known each other for years.
In this Boarding House Dining Room, patrons are seated in tables of 10 and bowls of food are passed and replenished as necessary. There is room for about 80 people to eat at each "seating," and each seating usually lasts about 40-45 minutes. Everyone pays the same price, and the only variable is whether you want sweet tea, unsweet tea or water.
The lady in the red dress on the far right of the above picture was the wife we visited with so happily during our wait. We lucked out and got to sit together for lunch, too. Look at that Southern table. I counted 22 different dishes that were passed. There were vegetables of every kind you could name, plus fried chicken and beef stew. The sweet potato souffle was VERY good, and Steve tried his cornbread plain, then with gravy, then with molasses. He was a happy camper.

The only logical thing to do after a meal such as that was more walking. Right? We walked a lot, took a power nap, and then walked some more. The beautiful twin steeples below are from St. John the Baptist Catholic Church. Within sight of this church, we stopped to sit on a park bench and watch a wedding rehearsal taking place. While we sat, a black man named Benjamin came by hoping to sell the Palm Sunday creations he had woven from Palmetto fronds (this reminded us so much of Palm Sunday practices from Ecuador). Benjamin DID end up with some money from us for his craft, but he also received a gospel witness. We talked to him about his spiritual beliefs. He claimed to know who Jesus was and what He had done for him on the cross, but he had never repented and asked him to be his Savior and Lord. He wasn't ready to make that commitment today, so as you look at the picture of these church steeples I hope they will prompt you to pray for a man named Benjamin who needs Jesus.
We went in a lot of beautiful shops this afternoon and saw some amazing works of art -- one was a bronze piece about 4 feet high of a girl holding a seashell to her ear. Price tag? $13,000. Definitely a "look but don't touch" situation.

In case you're wondering, we DID stop by Paula Deen's place -- Lady and Sons -- as we were walking to the City Market. We had heard very mixed reviews about her restaurant. The residents of Savannah are quick to give her credit for all of the good things she's done for Savannah, but they claim her food is nothing special because, after all, she's not in there doing the cooking. The Paula Deen store had some interesting items, but I was able to resist temptation (Silver Fox has a way of helping me with that). :)

My Clipboard of Fun had Vic's on the River for dinner tonight, but none of the available reservation times struck our fancy, so we ended up in a great place called 17Hundred90. It is said to be inhabited by 3 ghosts, but luckily none of them showed up during our dinner time.

You know it's going to be a great meal when beautiful biscuits dripping with honey show up as a starter.
For entrees, Steve had Salmon Oscar with risotto and mixed vegetables. My plate was similar, except I had crab cakes and several huge scallops drizzled with hollandaise sauce.
During dinner, we watched a wonderful young family seated nearby -- a husband, wife, and two children who appeared to be about 6 and 4. They were beautifully-behaved ESPECIALLY considering the atmosphere and the menu. They were like watching a video of "How to take children into a nice restaurant in such a way that EVERYONE has a nice time." I couldn't resist stopping by the table on our way out to compliment these parents. Their hard work is definitely paying off.

Tomorrow morning we'll enjoy our last breakfast at this wonderful B & B and then begin to slowly make our way back home.

Several general observations about Savannah during these days:

1) It is a family-friendly and pet-friendly city.

2) The food is at least as good as that in New Orleans -- maybe better -- without all of the raunchiness of New Orleans.

3) We parked our car when we arrived and won't get in it again until tomorrow morning. It hasn't been necessary to drive anywhere. This is a great city for walking. Now, if you have ankle or knee issues, you might have difficulty because the streets have lots of bricks and uneven places. But, if you're reasonably healthy and agile, you can get plenty of exercise WHILE seeing a lot of beautiful architecture and nature.

4) This is a place to which we'd like to return. Next time we'll probably tour a few mansions and maybe take a couple of hours to drive over to Tybee Island. Plus, there are still so many good restaurants who need our reviews. We would DEFINITELY want to stay here at Presidents' Quarters Inn on our next visit.

5) It has been somewhat warm and humid during midday and early afternoons. I can only imagine how sweltering it might be in August.

6) The Savannah city planners and historical preservationists have done a phenomenal job and deserve to be extremely proud of the results.

Savannah with my Silver Fox - Day 2

Day 2 of "Savannah with my Silver Fox" has been filled with history lessons. We took a trolley tour and heard about many of the famous people and events that have happened in this important city. We learned about James Oglethorpe and his prohibitions against allowing lawyers, strong alcohol or Catholics into the colony. Those big plans didn't last very long, did they? We saw monuments to John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, who only stayed for a few months but then went back to England because he couldn't endure the Savannah heat. We saw several tributes to Johnny Mercer who wrote the lyrics for about 1500 songs and was nominated for 19 Academy Awards. My favorite song of his would have to be "Moon River" because I won a talent contest playing it when I was in the 10th grade. :) We saw the house where the founder of the Girl Scouts was born, and I'm sure you're not surprised that I made this picture of the First Baptist Church which was the only church still standing that carried on with services throughout the duration of the Civil War.I'm not sure who this statue commemorates, but seeing Steve standing there makes me think that I'm sure he could probably be known as "The World's Greatest Granddaddy" one of these days, but I can testify with certainty that he would NOT want a statue made of that honor. Can you see the Carolina live oaks in the background with all that moss hanging down? I understand that they stay green all year long, but you don't want to take any moss home for a souvenir because it's full of chiggers!!! Makes me itch just thinking about it. :(
We ate lunch today at a lovely place called Gryphon (pronounced "griffin") Tea Room. It is operated by students at the Savannah College of Art and Design -- known as SCAD. The picture shows what we could see by looking directly over our table. Isn't that amazing? The room had so many beautiful architectural details and a very special ambience.
Steve had smoked salmon on crostini, spread with goat cheese and a side of cucumber salad.
I had chicken salad with orange souffle and cheese straws. And, by the way, the tea was awesome. I'd love to go back some time with some daughters or some lady friends and enjoy their afternoon tea with scones, sandwiches and sweets. Doesn't that sound prissy?
Many movies have been filmed either entirely or partially in Savannah. The Six Pence Pub, shown below, was featured in a Julia Roberts movie called "Something to Talk About."
In the opening scene of "Forrest Gump," a feather floats from the top of this church steeple pictured below. We saw the square where he sat on the bench and shared his story with bus passengers throughout an afternoon in the movie, but the bench is no longer there. At one of our trolley stops, a Forrest Gump impersonator got on for a couple of minutes saying he needed to go and find Lieutenant Dan. His dress and mannerisms were really good copies of Tom Hanks' character.
We did more walking on our own this afternoon and especially enjoyed a nearby cemetery. One large marker showed the burial spot of a man who had been born on July 8, 1776 -- only 4 days too late to be a bonafide "Yankee Doodle Dandy!" :)
Tonight's dinner was our big splurge of the trip. We had reservations at The Olde Pink House overlooking Reynolds Square. It was built in 1771 and is the oldest mansion in the State of Georgia. It was originally a white house, but the soft native bricks began to bleed through the plastered walls and slowly changed the color to a Jamaican pink. Our table was in the original dining room. With the carefully-chosen classical music playing in the background, it was easy to imagine the family of James Habersham, Jr. eating here by candlelight 241 years ago.
For an appetizer, we had "blackened oysters on the half shell, watermelon relish, pear and apricot chutney and green tomato chow chow." It was so delectable that we were half-way finished before I remembered to get out my camera.

Steve's entree was "crispy-scored flounder with apricot shallot sauce, sweet potato fries and fried green tomatoes." This was a LARGE flounder, but he managed to eat every bite. :)
I had "pecan crusted chicken breast, blackberry bourbon glaze, sweet potato with pecan vanilla butter and fried green tomatoes." Scrumptious and amazing. The same chef has been at the restaurant since 1991. He's worth whatever he's getting paid. That's for sure.
Our server arranged a very special dessert. Notice the message written by the chef in chocolate beside the key lime pie that we shared. The crust of that pie had a secret ingredient which I plan to KEEP as a secret because I hope to serve it to guests of my own very soon. It was the best key lime pie either of us had ever tasted -- and we've had it in many places.
We're back in our room tonight, just relaxing. The staff at this B & B has been so attentive and helpful. They've made suggestions and reservations for us and answered dozens of questions. Tonight there were homemade cookies on our pillow when we got in. Tomorrow promises to be another unique day. Gotta get plenty of rest.

Savannah with my Silver Fox - Day 1

Day 1 of our 41st anniversary trip to Savannah has been a big success. We left home about 7:30 a.m. The weather was perfect, and my little Prius got 48.8 miles per gallon! Woohoo! We don't think we've ever been on I-16 from Macon to Savannah, so that was different, but not particularly remarkable. We listened to a great motivational CD as we drove, but mostly we talked about goals and plans for the future (something we love to do), our amazing children and children-in-law (something that brings us much pleasure), and fun possibilities with the grandkids (probably our favorite topic of all).

We found our Bed and Breakfast with very little trouble, and it is a beautiful place called Presidents' Quarters Inn. Each of the 16 rooms is named for a U.S. President. We're in the Lyndon B Johnson Room -- and no, that would not have been our choice because he is most definitely NOT our favorite president, but it has a king-size bed and was within our budget, so there. It's actually a very comfortable and spacious room as you can see below.

This pretty courtyard is where we'll be having breakfast. Tomorrow it will be the Chef's Special at 8:30 a.m. Ahhhhh.
We decided to walk down to the river and eat tonight at a casual place called Huey's. Thanks, Dinah Gamble, for the recommendation. It was delicious!
Steve and I love raw oysters, but we'd never had them steamed before. They're messy and look as if they've just been scooped up from the swamp, but they were plump and tasty. Yes, we do tend to be adventurous -- within reason.
Steve had the shrimp and grits. Again, thanks Dinah for the suggestion. He said it was great.
I'm allergic to shrimp, so I had an oyster po-boy with a side order of red beans and rice. Can't get enough of those oysters.
After dinner, we took a stroll along the river and thought about how much better we like "our" river -- the one that runs right in front of our house. :) But, this one is nice, too. We also thought about the revenue that Decatur is missing by not doing more development along the beautiful Tennessee River. Maybe in the future there could be something wonderful between Rhodes Ferry Park and down Bank Street. Don't you think?
The place Savannah most reminds us of so far is Guayaquil, Ecuador -- just not so hot. We couldn't help but remember the Malecon and the many great volunteer teams that flew into that airport and began or ended their project in that city. There are similarities to New Orleans, of course, too. Who knows what we'll think after tomorrow's explorations?

Oh yeah. The hotel people did a turn-down service while we were out for dinner, and there are some yummy chocolate treats on our pillows. Guess I'd better check it out. Sleep tight.

ANTICIPATION!!

The suitcases are out. The final loads of laundry are finished. It's about time to get everything packed, so another adventure can begin. Ahhhhhh. Anticipation. Plans. A Clipboard of Fun.

I have some great friends who are "fly by the seat of their pants" kind of people. They get up in the morning and just follow their whims and their moods. I, however, could not be more opposite. When I have a chance to explore new territory, researching and, yes, anticipating, are almost more fun than the actual going/doing/experiencing. I love talking to people who have "been there," and I take great pains to read travelers' reviews and such. I reason that I would hate to spend several days in a place and find out after I leave that a wonderful spot had been just a few blocks away, and I didn't know.

Tomorrow morning Steve and I are driving down to Savannah for a few days to celebrate our 41st anniversary (which actually was last week, but this week was just better for our schedules). Because of many mission trips, veterinary seminars, and all kinds of celebrations that I've been able to dream up through the years, we have had glorious opportunities to see much of the world and this country. But, somehow, we've never made it to Savannah.

After much deliberation, we selected a great-sounding Bed and Breakfast in a prime location, and I have narrowed restaurant choices down to six that fit our criteria. We have a rule on trips like this -- We never eat at chain restaurants just like the ones we have at home. We really enjoy sampling the local culture and cuisine. We're hoping to walk, explore, take pictures, shop, eat, laugh and relax. I have my maps and confirmations printed out, and the car's navigation system is already set to go. Steve actually gets a lot of pleasure out of letting me do the homework and planning and then just watching me reveal the "Clipboard" to him little by little as we go along. You might not believe this, but we went all the way to Hawaii once when he only had "a dollar and a dime" in his pocket . . . and he still had it when we got back!!! He doesn't want to worry about the costs or paying the bills. He just wants to be able to savor the sights, sounds and tastes. I, on the other hand, Mrs. Control Freak of the Universe, LOVE to be "on top of things" and keep the trip running smoothly.

Don't worry. I really don't have an hour-by-hour itinerary ready. Mine has more of a Breakfast -- Morning possibilities -- Lunch -- Afternoon possibilities -- Dinner -- Relaxation kind of look to it. See? There is flexibility built in . . . if you look very carefully. :)

I'm planning several blogs entitled "Savannah with My Silver Fox," so be watching for those in the next few days.

I'm so happy about the fact that we've been married for 41 years and are still in love and hoping for 41 more anniversaries. The weather is gorgeous. I expect the flowers to be spectacular, the buildings to be incredible, and the seafood to be scrumptious. You'd think I was a kid going to Disney World. :)