It’s been kinda slow around here, so this post will be a few short paragraphs and about as many pictures. The highlight of last week came when Helen and I attended a Debutante Ball where our lovely niece and my brother’s daughter, Emily, was presented. We had a wonderful time and enjoyed the opportunity for a get-together with family members. Helen and I had our picture taken. I posted it on Facebook, but she made me look so good; I’m also posting it here.
Out of our sweats for a fun evening!
The big event for this week arrived in the form of snowfall—twice! We’ve gone a couple of decades since we had two measurable snow events in the same year, much less in the same week. The snow was only a few inches in-depth, but it was pretty, nonetheless. I love snow, but not the cold. We have endured overnight temperatures in the mid-teens. I slipped out one evening and took this picture of our Japanese Maple that Helen lights up year-round.
Snow-covered Japanese Maple
The big event for next week is the beginning of our three-month journey westward. We plan to work our way slowly to San Diego and enjoy 15 nights in Fiddler’s Cove Campground at Coronado Beach Naval Air Station. We camped there a few years ago and are very eager to return. I have a picture from that visit. The beauty of this campground is that we sit right on the water.
Fiddler’s Cove Campground – Coronado Bay
After San Diego, we will spend three weeks at the Navy Campground in Seal Beach, CA, where we will be with 20 miles of our son’s home in Redondo Beach. Helen and I are looking forward to spending some quantity and quality time with our grandchildren. They will join us for two camping weekends, and we hope to make the most of after-school activities during the week.
Below is a copy of our trip map. It is a joy to hear from our readers. Please join us and stay in touch. We’re Easin’ Along.
Easin’ Along – South to San Diego, then back (via Las Vegas).
2021 was an amazing year! Helen and I crisscrossed the country, took in amazing sights, spent time with our family, and made some great friends along the way. We’re so blessed and eternally grateful that we have the opportunity to experience the staggering beauty of our country one mile at a time. We share some of that journey in the gallery below. Thanks to all who traveled with us. Please join us again in the New Year–we leave on January 12.
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Two events signal Christmas week for me. I love them both, and this was that week. Christmas week is a whirlwind of activity for everyone, but there are times that allow us to sit back, take a deep breath, and count our blessings. The events I’ll share with you below will enable me to do that.
For many years, our church has adopted families in the Rose’s Creek community in the Appalachian region of Eastern Tennessee, just below the border with Kentucky. Coal mining once supported the people of Rose’s Creek, but when coal stopped coming out of the mines, prosperity disappeared with it. The families endure hard times with strong backs and a stiff upper lip, but there is little in reserve for significant Christmas gifts. We try to fill in.
Rose’s Creek Community Center
Last Sunday, we met after church to load our congregation’s gifts donated by families. We filled nine cars and my truck with wrapped gifts based on a list for each family sent to us by a coordinator with the Community Center. Mark, one of our ministers, led us in prayer before we departed for the one-and-a-half-hour drive to Claiborne County, Tennessee. We follow a narrow road into a hollow unchanged since the last coal rolled out of the mines.
The Community Center Director greeted us and led us to the large room where we assembled the gifts for each adopted family. With plenty of help, the unloading took maybe twenty minutes at most. When we completed the delivery, the director shared some cookies and snapped a group picture with my camera. Everyone wished her a Merry Christmas and left quietly. I always leave wishing we could do more.
The second item on our agenda for this week is the annual Meat Loaf dinner Helen and I host for our friends—Helen’s gal-pals and their husbands. I introduced the group to everyone a few weeks ago when we spent a weekend in the mountains.
We have observed this event for ten years now. When we got together to eat meatloaf for the first time, I doubt that I would ever consider it to become tradition, but I do make a mean meatloaf, and I love these folks enough to take great care in the preparation of the featured entrée. I also make sure that there is enough gravy to smother everything if it turns out less than adequate.
Helen attacks Christmas decorating with a frenzy of activity, beginning with the tree. This year she used a bowl she made in her pottery class for a centerpiece on our coffee table, featuring a candle and some ornaments we found in a box in the attic. They belonged to Helen’s Mom. I thought it looked very nice and wanted to share it here.
I prepare meatloaf in two stages. Stage one is chopping and cooking the vegetables and then cooling in the refrigerator overnight. There is a lot of chopping involved, which takes about an hour. The next day I add the vegetables to a blend of ground chuck and pork sausage, spices, eggs, breadcrumbs, and heavy cream and mix by hand…the fun part. I shape it into a loaf and place it in the oven at 350 for about an hour and a half or when the meat thermometer tells me it is 160 degrees. Next, I take it out and bow for a couple of minutes.
Our group always has a White Elephant gift exchange, and this year we did more laughing than exchanging. Tom got the biggest laugh when he opened a stuffed “poop” emoji that walked when wound up and made impolite sounds. We’re still laughing over that one.
This year, Posey received a life-sized birthday card and Priscilla gave everyone a large Nutcracker tin filled with chocolate truffles. They were delicious. A few days before his big date, our ladies sang an early happy birthday song to Townsend. His actual birthday is on Christmas Eve. We lingered long at the table before posing for a group picture. Placed on top of our Christmas Tree is a Red Hat in memory of Bob and Ralph, two great guys we lost from our group all too soon.
The Group
Helen and I consider ourselves richly blessed. We count our blessings through our faith, our families, and the fun we’ve had with great friends sharing great food. We remain ever grateful for all the above. What else is there?
