Hester Happenings

Born in the USA!

2009-07-05T19:51:00.006-05:00

It was a busy, but great Independence Day. Fireworks, family, friends, and work! Phillip and I worked hard on the deck all weekend. Thanks to Rodney who also helped for a few hours on Saturday. Just wanted to share a few photos taken at Hollis park on Saturday afternoon. I love being at that park. It's so peaceful.

Aunt Darlene makes the best Caramel Cake. She wanted a picture of this one because she says it is the ugliest cake she's ever made. Apparently there was a phone call while cooking the icing. It may have been ugly, but it still tasted good to me!

Kacy and her niece got in a little 'swinging' time.

Cooper enjoyed playing in the rocks with a stick. Wouldn't it be nice if all of us could be entertained with the same simple nature of a 1 year old!

Debbie the 1st is enjoying a little time with the newest addition to the Hollis clan, Devon Perry. Son of Kerri Hollis Perry

Jordan and Allen were enjoying themselves on the 4-wheelers. Jordan is so much like his Daddy when he was young. I kept calling him Little Ken.

Xavier was so cute and so good walking around and watching the bigger kids. And he knows how to get someone to pick him up when he wants. He just asks for a hug. Now who can turn that down!

Kaelyn and Caleb at their favorite place in the park. And of course, Grumpy has to push!

Aunt Beck and Aunt Darlene.

Ely Weakley - Another Little Ken in the making!

The crowd was a bit small this year, but the love, fun, and sharing of stories is still some of the best times we have! Thanks to Judy and her family for hosting the picnic!

Restoration

2009-05-23T11:47:00.002-05:00

It's been a while since I have made a post, but have something to share today. When I go back to the doctor on June 1st, I have to give him a decision about taking the plate out of my shoulder. My shoulder has been keeping me awake at night and muscle aches, but aside from that, I can use it and do most everything I want to, so it's been a hard decision for me, knowing I will have to be careful with it for another 6 to 8 weeks to avoid re-breaking while the 'screw holes' heal. And knowing there are no guarantees. There could be no improvement. From the beginning, I have had this feeling (trust your gut) that the plate needs to come out, but have been doubting myself lately. For Mother's Day, Michael gave me a book, "A Book of Prayer". Today when I picked it up, I just said, "Okay, God, if there's a message I need today, point me to it." With that I opened the book and the first prayer I saw was entitled "Because He Redeems All Things."

The prayer says, "Lord, I thank you that you are the God of redemption and restoration. Thank You that You are all about taking the imperfect and injecting Your perfection into it. Help me to remember that so I don't give up on situations, relationships, hopes, or dreams just because I think they are unredeemable. Thank You that You love me enough to be my Redeemer."

Since God is the center of my 'gut', I cannot doubt it. My decision is made. Thank you God, for sending me the message that it isn't time yet to accept the limitations. Your work is not finished.

Let us rejoice and be glad in it!

2008-12-31T11:26:00.002-06:00

“This is the day which the LORD has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it.” (New American Standard Bible- Psalm 188:24

Tomorrow marks the beginning of a new year. A year, that promises to be full of change. One of the first events of the year will be the collection of activities which revolve around the swearing in of the 44th President of the United States of America. This year’s Inauguration is known to be one of the most open and accessible in history. The theme for this Inauguration is “Renewing America’s Promise”. President-elect Barack Obama claims a moment in history as not only being elected president, but the first African-American president of the United States. I’ve had some very mixed emotions about Mr. Obama, as the media is full of articles indicating controversial (my opinion) voting. I have heard of many people who did not vote for Obama due to his race and of others who did vote for him based on his race. I personally believe neither of these is a valid reason for casting a vote. I’ve also heard rumors indicating he could be the anti-Christ based on his Muslim association. Putting all of this aside, I will support and respect him unless he does something to indicate I should not. I’m sure I will not agree with many of his decisions (nothing different than any other president), but I will give him my support, starting with the greatest and most powerful support I can give, which is prayer. I am pleased to see that the inaugural ceremony still begins with an Invocation and ends with a Benediction. I know some of the older people in our lives have seen very difficult times in their lifetime, but for most of us this is the worst we have ever seen for our nation. So for not only President Obama, but for all of our political representatives, and for every citizen, I pray for peace, health, and prosperity. And a special prayer for our military, who disrupt the lives of themselves and their families, to give us the freedoms we enjoy. So lift your glasses for a toast for a great year ahead. Please be safe and responsible as you celebrate the arrival of the New Year. God bless you all!

I Believe!

2008-12-28T21:32:00.003-06:00

I believe in God, the Father Almighty, maker of heaven and earth. And in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord………………………

I believe in prayer……………….

I believe in family.……………….

Do I believe in Santa Claus? I believe in the love and generosity of people. I believe that the true measure of giving is to give anonymously. So, yes, I believe in Santa. I also recognize that without the love of Jesus Christ, there would be no spirit of giving and consequently no “Santa”.

This Christmas saw the end of a long time tradition and the beginning of a new one. You see every year since my birth, I have spent Christmas morning with my parents, my brother, and as our family grew, my children, niece, grandchildren, and great-nephew (and all the spouses along the way). This was the first year ever my whole family wasn’t gathered for breakfast on Christmas morning. I would be telling less than the truth if I said I wasn’t affected by the absence of part of my family. But I’m so thankful that I had yet one more Christmas breakfast with both my parents and most of our family. And that the family who was absent on that morning were safe in their new home starting a new tradition. Christmas morning at my house was still exciting and I shared a a great time of giving and receiving with family. The season was extended a bit through the weekend when I got to share and celebrate with the rest of the family.

This has been an emotional year. Phillip and I had our well-known accident, Chris and Michael lost their birth father, and I had another surgery in November. Our country’s economy is the worst ever in my life time causing loss of jobs, failure of banks and businesses, and an overall ‘fear’ amongst the people. I’ve had moments of extremely high faith and times when I have struggled, wondering why? But, by the grace of God, my faith still pulls me through. I am reminded the important thing is health and happiness for all of us.

The year was not all about struggle and sadness. Phillip and I had a great vacation in July with friends from both near and far. Michael accepted a job change which has put him in a successful and happy work environment. He, Jessica, and Reed have settled in a beautiful home on top of Signal Mountain and are expecting the addition of Molly Ruth in the spring. Despite the great disappointment of losing a dad they never really had, Chris and Michael have a renewed vow to be the best Dad they can be to their children (as they are). Chris and Regina continue to be successful in their chosen careers and Kaelyn has finished the first half of her Kindergarten year quite impressively. She has such a desire to learn. Whenever we ride in the car, she just wants me to give her math, spelling, or phonics quizzes. Caleb continues to be the most loving little boy in the world and always brings a smile to my heart.

The little ones are growing up so fast and I am so proud to be their Gramma. It isn’t always easy to be Gramma, especially when your advice is not desired. I remember when Kaelyn was first born. Settling in to that position of Gramma was sometimes difficult until I had a heart to heart with Regina one day. She has mentioned this again to me recently. She remembers the day I told her, I understood my place. She was the mom and ultimately the one making decisions. I only wanted to be allowed to love, show them off, and help in the care. She shared that it was on that day she realized, that grandparents and great-grandparents are there to help, not someone to resist. We weren’t trying to control or take her role, just help, offering advice gained from experience. After all, I must have done something right, she did choose and marry a son I raised. Now my challenge is learning how to be a good long distance Gramma. I am still struggling a bit to find my place. I’m having to learn a whole new way of being Gramma which doesn’t come so naturally to me. But I do know that I love Reed with all of my heart and as long as what I do is done with love and good intentions, it will be okay in the end. So as a close, I have borrowed a segment from a prayer written by Deborah A. Pringle and is entitled, “Grammie’s Prayer”.

Dear Lord I Pray: That each Grandparent be a nurturing role model, that each Grandparent be able to share their life experiences in a way that will have a positive effect on their grandchildren, that each grandparent find the time and energy to connect with their grandchild, that each grandparent possess patience, understanding and kindness for their grandchildren, that each grandparent have the wisdom to know when to intervene and when to let the parents handle the rearing of their grandchild, that each grandparent respect their children's wishes where their grandchild is concerned, that each grandparent be able to provide a safe haven for their grandchild whenever necessary, that each grandparent be blessed with a long healthy life, allowing them to guide their grandchildren on the right path to adulthood, as You My Lord have shown them.

Amen and Amen.

Romance is Alive and Well!

2008-11-13T18:28:00.003-06:00

.....At least it is at the Cadillac Theater in Chicago! In 1987, Patrick Swayze danced into the hearts of females of all ages. Yesterday, Regina, Cassie (Regina's friend) and myself danced our way (using trains, planes, and automobiles) into Chicago and retreated into a dream world while watching the Broadway Musical of "Dirty Dancing". Josef Brown, who played Johnny Castle, wasn't Patrick Swayze, but he still aroused those fantasies that live inside of every female (no matter what the age). I've often heard of folks who fly to some city to go shopping or some other event for a day, but never saw myself as one of those people. Well, I loved it. Stepping outside my safety zone proved to be a refreshing, fun, exciting, and exhausting day. Was it worth it? Absolutely. It was worth the bumpy flight because of weather, the cab ride through downtown Chicago, and the subway ride (initially by mistake taken towards Harlem instead of the airport) back to the airport. Today it was back to work, but for yesterday, it was "the time of my life". I recommend it to anyone. And if the timing is right, you just might convince me to do it again! Thanks to Regina for making all of the arrangements and allowing her "old mother-in-law" to tag along.

Family Time

2008-10-14T20:43:00.003-05:00

Last weekend, Mama, Daddy, Phillip, and me took a quick trip up to Illinois to visit with family. I remember many childhood trips to Peoria to visit my Aunt Jean, Uncle Buddy, Pam, and Tom. Lots of years have passed, but I was still just as excited to see everyone. Maybe even more than when I was a child. I have so many great childhood memories that evolved around either us going to Peoria or Aunt Jean and family coming home to Tennessee. Well Uncle Buddy doesn't race cars anymore and the whole family (except Tom) has moved to the country. Tom and Cheryl (sorry if I didn't spell correctly) live in the old family home in Peoria. Mike, Pam, Aunt Jean, and Uncle Buddy have moved to a little area called Trivoli tucked neatly in between massive corn fields. Driving down the road to their houses reminded me of going down to my grandparent's house in the old days. This place is the answer to Mike and Pam's dreams (except it's not in Tennessee). They have such a nice place and Aunt Jean and Uncle Buddy are conveniently nestled right next door.

Phillip and me slipped away one day and headed off to Oak Lawn just outside of Chicago to visit with his Uncle Harlon. It was a great time. Uncle Harlon was so happy to see Phillip again.

Be sure and check out our photo album.

Reunions & Memories

2008-09-07T11:48:00.004-05:00

Labor Day Weekend, we had the Hollis family reunion. Many years ago, (even I can't remember exactly when) the Hollis' began a tradition of gathering every year in September. The first I remember of the reunions began as a celebration of my grandfather's, Henry Ervin Hollis, birthday. It was held for many years at the old "Miller Clubhouse" and later moved to the front yard of my grandparent's home. My dad is one of 9 children. One sister died at a very young age. As I grew up, my aunts and uncles were like having 8 more moms and dads. And all of my first cousins were and still are very close. For those of you who don't have cousins you are close with, you just don't know what you are missing. And the older I get, the more precious they become. Only my Dad and Aunt Darlene are still with us and this reunion means a great deal to them, so the tradition continues. On Saturday, only spouses and descendents of my dad and his sibblings get together for a cookout, ice cream, and games. Then on Sunday, all of my Dad's cousins and their descendents join the crowd. After leaving my grandparents house, we had many reunions at Cheatham Dam. We moved around a bit as things changed over the years, but all still remembered fondly the times at Cheatham, so this year we moved back there. I didn't get as many pictures as normal, just couldn't seem to get it together, but above is the picture of our immediate family taken on Sunday. Probably not the most flattering shot (hot, dirty, and tired), but one my Dad is sure proud of. He loves bragging about his grandkids and especially the great-grandkids. My Dad has promised to ride his bicycle through Henrietta on his 100th birthday and I remind him quite often that I'm holding him to his promise. And I expect my Aunt Darlene to be there cheering him on! See link on side for more photos!

Coming Back

2008-08-22T21:15:00.002-05:00

I considered abandoning this blog altogether. However, I've decided it is a part of my life. I'm very sorry for the feelings that were hurt in my "melt down" blog (including my own). I'm reminded daily of one of the consequences of being a little too open and honest, but if you could feel how much healing power there was just in writing the things I was so afraid to say, you would be happy for me and understand there was absolutely no intent to hurt anyone. I just had to get some of those crazy thoughts out of my head and somehow that just seemed the way to do it. I've seen floods of support for friends and acquaintances who are suffering from physical illness and was searching for that same type of support for the emotional and mental things I was going through. I did receive much of that. I truly believe God has answered my prayers and you will find that future post on this site will have a much better outlook on life. I'm reminded of one of my most favorite prayers, which says "God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can; and the wisdom to know the difference." I may have been a bit stubborn, but He has finally gotten through. I'll probably only be updating this blog once a month or so, but have started an additional blog. It will contain stories I want my grandchildren to remember when I am long gone. Check it out sometime. And please make comments. It is so disappointing to see post where no one makes comments. Even if the comment says, "Your writing stinks!" God speed to you all and I pray that somehow the things I have written may just help someone else someday who is struggling through an emotional or mental crisis.

Taking a little mental health break....

2008-08-09T00:31:00.002-05:00

I'm going to retire my blog for a while. Although I find it a great outlet for sharing (or blurting out) my feelings, I think I need to get control of some stress in my life before I send it out to the world. When your friends call and ask if you're going through menopause, then you have to step back and look at your attitude. And to that friend, no, that question didn't upset me. It was taken in the humor it was intended. For the family and friends who took the time to personally call and let me know they are here for me, I am eternally grateful. But those who personally know me also know that I do not want to be known for being a negative, crabby old woman, because that is not at all who I really am. I started to delete the previous post, but decided to make a couple of changes and let it be. I'll come back and read it occasionally just as a reminder. Phillip and I are going down to watch Michael, Jessica, Terry, and Deborah in a triathalon this weekend. Of course, we will get to see Reed, and his, Michael and Jessica's new house. Yep, they've already found one. Just need to get through all of the formalities of purchasing a house and it will soon become their home. I'll continue to read all of the blogs I've been keeping up with and hope someday folks will enjoy reading my future blog as much as I enjoy reading theirs. God bless and hopefully will be back blogging soon and getting some good positive comments again.

And the roller coaster continues......

2008-08-04T22:34:00.005-05:00

The week following the vacation, I went back to Dr. DeVries for a recheck on my shoulder. Pain that had gone away with the last shot, had returned. (Roller coaster going down) Dr. DeVries is very adamant (for good reasons) that we cannot remove the plate (which is causing the pain) for at least 12 months. He confirmed that my therapy has gone great. My motion has really improved, although still can’t do much with my hair. Of course, those that know me well, know that this isn’t a lot different from when I can reach it. Anyway, he decided that there really wasn’t anything to gain from therapy that I couldn’t now do on my own, so he gave me another shot in hopes it will last longer than the first and sent me to one last therapy visit to get a home plan set up. Ups and downs on this one. Very happy of improvement, but will greatly miss my physical therapist, Katie. When you are at a terrible low totally dependent on those around you, and in pain; then God sends you someone like Katie to help you rebuild, well, I got very attached to her. I’ve been through therapy before, but never with anyone like Katie. I remember one visit when I was particularly having a meltdown. Had been in a lot of pain, was still having to impose on Jessica to get me to therapy, still could do nothing around the house which was still a disaster zone from the remodel project, very depressed and pain was so bad, Katie wouldn’t even attempt the exercises. Instead, she took me in for some electrical stimulation treatment and massage to the muscles which were so tight and causing the pain. When she finished, I felt much better. As I was leaving, she said, “I just want you to know that I prayed for you while I was doing your treatment. I hope you don’t mind.” No wonder I felt better. On that day I needed the prayers much more than the therapy. That is only one small example, but gives you an idea of why saying goodbye was an emotional event for me. (Both of us were in tears) Once again, the shot worked (going up) and I was able to do exercises and start building more strength. I was finally able to hold Reed without fear of losing strength suddenly and dropping him. Could pick up Caleb and give Kaelyn those big hugs we so love. The world is looking better. But by now, the month is flying by and it’s time to face reality. I have allowed myself to be in denial of the events about to come trying to hang on to the top of that track, but the time had arrived. It was time for Michael, Jessica, and Reed to move. Talk about going into a whirlwind. On one hand I am very proud of Michael’s accomplishments with his job and certainly want him to do what is best for him and his family. And things just seem to fall right into place for them. Michael had met his new co-workers and seemed to really like them. Jessica resolved some issues around her job and actually came out better in the end. And of course they had loads of support from Chattanooga family and friends. And then there was me, poor pitiful me. I can’t explain all of the crazy thoughts and fears that have gone through my mind. Did I do something that drove them away? What do I have to offer for them to come back to? Why would they even want to come here for a visit? Will Reed even remember who I am? I didn’t get to bond with him when he was born because I had shingles and couldn’t hold him. And I truly believe the bond formed during those first few days last forever. Then there was my accident and now he was going away. My heart knows all will be okay in time, but my head just won't stop thinking these horrible thoughts. I know you are probably thinking that I am being silly and feeling sorry for myself. And there’s probably a bit of both of those things going on. But the fact is those feelings and thoughts are very real and no matter how hard I try, I just haven’t been able to shake them. So, instead of enjoying those last days and sharing their excitement, I've spent most of them in dread. I’ve survived a lot of things in my life, but it hurt so bad to give Reed that last hug goodbye on moving day. If you combine the first time Chris left the house and the day I dropped Michael off at college, (I had some major meltdowns those days too) it still wouldn’t come close. Even though I didn’t see them every day, I knew they were close enough that I could. And even though they sometimes get a bit stressful, I love those spur of the moment family dinners out. It’s times like these that I curse that “Hollis” emotional thing. And the older I get, the worse it gets. Anyway, I made it through moving day pretty well. I helped Jessica pack up the dishes; got Reed down for a short morning nap (the only one he had the whole day because he wasn’t going to miss a thing); and gathered up miscellaneous items from around the house, grouping them together for Jessica and Deborah to pack. Chris, Rodney, and Phillip all pitched in, along with Terry and Michael. All went well until that dreadful time came to say goodbye. I couldn’t seem to let Reed go, so I finally just put him in Phillip’s arms and walked out the door. I didn’t say goodbye to anyone else, (I couldn’t), Phillip had to gather up Kaelyn and Caleb because I went straight to the car in uncontrollable tears. Kaelyn consoled me in the car, she didn’t like seeing her Gramma so upset. She’s been very protective ever since the accident. Jessica’s mom has been very gracious and told us we can visit anytime we want, she has a spare room. I’m sure I will do that soon, but for now I just can’t seem to think about it.

Michael, Jessica, and Reed returned for a short overnight visit before closing. I got to spend some quality time with Reed while Jessica and Michael finished up some last minute tasks before turning the house over to the new owners. Then when they returned, we took him for a photo shoot which was lots of fun. He wouldn’t be still for anything, but he fully enjoyed being the center of everyone’s attention and we really got some good shots. A short lived high on the roller coaster. Running late, we rushed back home with just enough time for Jessica to nurse Reed and then it was that horrible time for goodbye again. It wasn’t quite as traumatic this time, but still hurt deeply. Chris, Regina, Kaelyn, and Caleb were gone on a little get-away this weekend, so there were no children, no grandchildren. We went to church and they spontaneously ended the service by singing “Jesus Loves Me” which of course, brought tears. That’s the song (along with Amazing Grace) I sing to Reed when I’m rocking him to sleep. So came the end of July and with that start August wasn’t getting off to such a great start either.

Last night, I got to see and talk to Reed via Skype and the computer. Certainly not the same, but better than not seeing him at all. I keep up with him reading Jessica’s blog where I see from the photos he is adjusting well. That makes me happy and sad. I would like to think they miss us a little bit. Then today Kaelyn and Caleb got back home with lots of hugs and kisses. Of course, Grumpy gets more than I do, but that’s okay. We may make a run to Chattanooga on Sunday for a short visit and get some hugs from Reed. Things are looking up. I’m working on my attitude. I have to accept reality and who wants to spend time with a depressed old woman. Quite honestly, I don’t like myself that way either, but it’s been very difficult to get under control. The doctor says to cut myself some slack. I’ve had a lot going on in my life this whole year. Between Phillip’s increased risk of stroke and progressing heart damage, our accident, my Dad’s dizziness and falls, many changes at work, some stressful family times and once again having to cut that umbilical cord and let my child go……he says just the trauma of the injuries I received in the accident are enough to cause major depression. And patients who suffer from chronic pain no matter how well they tolerate it, often have mood issues. He is quite surprised I haven’t had to get medication to get me through. But I hate drugs (unfortunate since I still have pain). So I’m shoving the guilt of being a crab behind me and no more apologizing for how I feel. It’s a hard time and justified or not, it’s the way I feel. Just saying that seems to help my state of mind and give me strength to move on. So keep me in your prayers (all 2 or so of you who actually read my blog) and look for more cheerful times ahead. I am a survivor and I will (with the help of my God) get through these tough times as well. But to Chris and Regina, don’t you even think about going anywhere! I really stink at letting go.

Sorry, but I don't know how to rotate the picture in the blog. But wanted to share Kaelyn's roller coaster ride. This is the first time she has ridden one that goes upside down. And this picture was before they went upside down!

The men in my life!

What a ride.......

2008-08-02T22:54:00.008-05:00

July has been an emotional roller coaster. On July 2nd, we had to leave for the airport around 7:00AM to head out on our trip west. It got quite an interesting start when I went in to zip the suitcase closed around 10:30 on the night before, and the zipper broke. Thank goodness for 24 hour Wal-Mart. Phillip and I were standing in the aisle searching for a new suitcase somewhere near midnight. Found a great set and headed home to repack everything. Oh well, who sleeps on the night before a big trip anyway. All went well with the flight. I didn’t set off the alarms with the plates in my shoulder and arm, flight was on time and a smooth landing in Denver. Going well. Then we got to the car rental. We were supposed to have a vehicle that would hold 8 adults with luggage. Well that would have worked if we sat with luggage in our lap. Two hours later, we drove out with a Toyota Sienna Van which was very comfortable for the 6 of us and held all of our luggage in the back. We could still even see out the back! So all was well (except for Dannie’s blood pressure) and we were on our way! Scenery was very nice, company was great. A short stop in Cheyenne. It was a beautiful town with the ten commandments and the beattitudes posted right in the middle of town. We headed out again and started thinking about a stopping point for the night. We decided that Torrington, WY looked like a good spot for us. We gave Tish a call and asked her to look on the net and see what they had. Much to Tish’s amusement, she happily told us there was nothing but an RV park. Once she stopped laughing, she did find a couple of possibilities. We were off to the Holiday Inn Express, which as it turned out, had just been remodeled and was very nice. Of course, this was truly in the middle of nowhere. Most everything closed down at 8:00 PM, so it was off to Pizza Hut for late night dinner. Torrington turned out to be a very nice town. A little town set in the middle of miles and miles of ranches. Folks were extremely friendly and accomodating. We went to a little market where we wished we could haul a side of beef home with us. Turns out they raise and process their own meat. It was very fresh and really looked nice. They actually took the groceries out of the cart for you, checked them, loaded them up, and carried them out. Haven’t seen that kind of service in quite some time. Yep, Torrington turned out to be a great place to stop. We loaded up and were on the road again. Next stop was Fort Laramie. We viewed a short history film and got to see through some of the old barracks and houses. It was very interesting, and gave us a real appreciation for the hard life of the Indians and early settlers. Once again, we were on the road and headed for South Dakota and Mount Rushmore. Our only planned lodging for the trip was at Mt. Rushmore. It was a great spot sitting just above (walking distance) downtown Keystone. It also provided a fantastic view of the President’s faces and the spectacular fireworks display high above their heads. Turns out we were the envy of most tourist, many of who had to hike up the mountain for several miles to see the fireworks display. The hotel service left something to be desired, but the rooms were okay and the location was great! We walked the streets of Keystone, had dinner in the Saloon, and climbed back up the hill to the hotel to enjoy the fireworks. The next morning, we took a short train ride through the Blackhills, spotted some wildlife, and learned the “Hills” earned their name from the black appearance of the massive numbers of Ponderosa pines. Then it was off for a closeup view of Mount Rushmore. Breathtaking is all I can say. The talent and precision it took to create this monument is mind boggling. The beauty and awe of the natural stone mountains God provided to create such a setting is awesome. Then it’s back in the van for a cruise through Deadwood and Sturgis, taking us to Gillette and home of the Little Big Horn Monument and Custer’s Last Stand in Montana. For someone who has never been much of a history nut, I was completely taken in by the stories and the sacred feeling of walking on the grounds where so many lives were lost on the path to change, giving us the life we enjoy today.

After an overnight stay in Gillette, next destination takes us back to WY, where we settled in for 2 nights at Cody. Cody is a rodeo town with ‘real’ cowboys and named for Buffalo Bill Cody. We visited the ghost town, Old Trail Town, where the remains of Jeremiah “liver eating” Johnston rest today. Every night except Sunday’s (you can’t kill anyone on Sunday) there is a gunfight outside the saloon in downtown Cody. Unfortunately the Saturday night gunfight was cancelled because of the big rodeo in town so we didn’t get to see or participate in the gunfight (we had great plans for a showdown between Mick and Phillip). Mick had been practicing and was ready. So instead it was a little dancing in the streets where Mick became the partner choice for one of the town ladies. After a little sing along with an artist at one of the little open restarants, we ran into friends who had moved to Cody from Clarksville. What are the chances? After a short talk with Elaine and John Wright, we finished up our evening with a great meal! In for a little rest before heading to Yellowstone Park the next morning.

Yellowstone was full of wonders. With only one day to spend in the park, we wanted to fit in everything we could. We could see the snow caps on the mountains, but despite a great attempt, we didn’t get high enough to see them. We did see spots of snow (or ice that looked like snow) along the way, but nothing outstanding. I have this strange obsession with snow. We did see lots of wildlife and had some really upclose opportunities. The park was scattered with geysers, hot springs, and mudpots. It’s quite intimidating knowing that much of the earth you are traveling is just above layers of hot lava. Signs posted warn of the boiling temperatures of the water. Like you would need a warning. The heat rising from the water was more warning than any of us needed. It is a strange site to see ‘literally’ boiling water coming right out of the ground. Our last stop in the park was “Old Faithful” and it fell right into our plans. Just as we walked up, it rose into the air, right as if it was waiting for our arrival. We had a little snack at the lodge and checked out the scenery and then it was off to Idaho Falls where we had planned to spend the night.

We found a great place in Idaho Falls, backed up to the River walk which took us right down and past the falls. It made a beautiful and relaxing evening walk (so nice that Phillip and I took another quick stroll the next morning before breakfast). Along the way we happened to encounter a reporter who was doing a segment for the evening news on tourist in town. After Melba and Dannie were asked to be interviewed, they promptly passed them on to Mick and Helen. After all a tourist from Melbourne AU is much more interesting than someone from Tennessee! So Mick became a celebrity for the night. He gave a great interview and we had to be sure we were back to the hotel in time to watch him on the late news.

Next morning we were off to Salt Lake City. The last stop on our tour, before flying home. Of course, Salt Lake City is mostly known for being the home of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. We visited and took a tour of Temple Square. The entire addressing for downtown is centered around Temple Square. It was nice to see a town where you felt the presence of God just about anywere you went. Church may still be separated from state, but in this town, the bigger focus seems to be on Church. Lots of walking. The next morning, we took a quick drive out to “Salt Lake” and back to the airport. Although we were all tired and ready to be home, we knew there were so many things we had missed seeing. A reasonably smooth flight home, dinner with friends, and the end of a great vacation! Next group vacation……talk of Australia or Ireland. Any place will be good when with the company of close friends! Even though we are literally half way around the world from each other, we have a friendship that keeps us close. End of the first hill and valley of the roller coast ride. More to come later.

2008-06-29T21:27:00.004-05:00

Just a quick post for today. For the end of Bible School celebration, the children performed during the service this morning. They sang, cited Bible verses, and shared the crafts they made during the week. This may have been the best Bible School program I have ever seen. All the kids had such fun and sang so loudly. There's nothing that can bless your heart more than the innocense of childhood sharing God's love. Of course, having two of my grandchildren in the program helped.

Then later this afternoon, Kaelyn and Caleb got to come over and swim in the 'new pool'. They loved it and we finished off with a trip to McDonald's. Yeah, I know, not the healthiest, but it was a treat. Gramma needed it. I'm on antibiotics for the second time in about six weeks and they really seem to affect my mood. I told Phillip this the last time I was on them. Anyway, I feel some better now (although still a bit moody) and am gearing up for our trip. Hopefully, I'll get to say goodbye to Reed tomorrow night, since they will be leaving for Chattanooga on Tuesday. Then hugs for Caleb and KK before we leave on Wednesday. Ready for the trip, but will miss my family. Some people have told me I am too attached to my family, but I wouldn't change it. Yes, there are more heartaches and tears, but there is also more laughter, hugs, kisses and happy tears! And whenever you need one of those hugs, someone always seems to know and just give you one. Too attached? Absolutely, hook, line, and sinker....but how could you not be attached to this?

Trips around the world!

2008-06-27T20:32:00.009-05:00

In 1999, I met Mick Oxford when he came half way around the world to help set up our network when we were bought by the company he worked for. Little did I know at the time what a wonderful friendship would develop. Five years later, I received a call from him one night "warning" me of a plan to bring me to Australia for a networking workshop. Knowing my fear of being on a plane for roughly 15 hours in one hop, he wanted me to be prepared. I hung up the phone in shock and told Phillip I just didn't know if I could do it. Well God always gives us the support we need, and he provided for me again by guiding Melba (worked with Mick also in 1999) to travel with me. We had a wonderful time. We flew into Melbourne. Mick and Helen so graciously met us at the airport and saw us safely to our hotel room. The next day, Melba and I flew over to Hobart in Tasmania for a couple of days.

Melba and me atop the highest mountain in Hobart, Tasmania

We then returned to Melbourne and the hospitality of Mick & Helen sharing their home. On the weekend they drove us around site-seeing and took us to a conservation area where we got to see animals in their natural habitat.

If you look really close above, you can see a 'joey' in the pouch.

A real tasmanian devil, they do exist!It's a koala, don't you just want to hug him!

Melba got to do a bit of sight-seeing while I was away at the workshop and then after saying our goodbyes to the family, it was off to the airport for that flight back around the world.

From left, Eammon, Lauren, Regan, Helen, & Mick Oxford

Unfortunately, Melba wasn't able to join me on my next trip, but I again got to enjoy staying with my new found family on the other side of the world the next two years (2005&2006). In December of 2005, Mick and Helen came all the way around the world just to celebrate my 50th birthday. (Not really, but I still tell it that way!) We started , what we hope, has become a tradition of enjoying some vacation time together. Kaelyn entertained them by.......well, by being Kaelyn, and Helen got to practice for the future by holding Caleb who was only 3 months old. The Holts, Oxfords, and Hesters were off to short stop in Gatlinburg and then to a Bed & Breakfast in Black Mountain, NC, where everyone met Jessica's sister, Lindsay, and loved her I might add. We had a wonderful dinner at the Biltmore (guys were a little upset they had to wear a tie), but didn't they look great! What a great time we had! Biltmore was all lit up for Christmas. Amazing!

Left to right Helen & Mick Oxford; Corneice & Phillip Hester; Melba & Dannie Holt

One more trip back to Melbourne for me (July 2006), but unfortunately didn't get to spend a lot of time with 'the family'. Lots of business and traveling with a group this time, so pretty committed on time. I did enjoy some of the most beautiful scenery I have ever experienced when we did a day bus tour down the Great Ocean Road.

My first ride in a helicopter! But believe it or not, it was even more beautiful looking at it from the shore line. I've never seen such beautiful clean water and georgeous coastline.

Mick was able to make another trip across in spring of 2007. It was business again, so not a lot of free time, but enough to perfect a duet with Kaelyn singing "Another Brick in the Wall". She just couldn't understand why he wanted her to 'talk funny', like him. He also got to play a little soccer with Caleb in my Mom's den, knocking over one of my Dad's tomato plants he was nursing. Boy, did they get in trouble!

Now this past weekend, Mick and Helen arrived again on vacation. This time they also got to meet Reed. We had a big picnic here at our house, with all of Melba's kids and grandkids and all of my kids and grandkids. There's nothing better than sharing your family. Hopefully, when the time comes, Mick and Helen will also be able to share their grandchildren with us.

Reed, Mary Megan, Jacob, Anna Chris, Chase, Jackson, Caleb, & Kaelyn

Helen Oxford and Reed

I think Reed is insisting on finding out if Melba has teeth; after all, she was trying to look at his! It's only fair!

Next week Dannie, Melba, Mick, Helen, Phillip, and me will fly off to the Great West. I should have lots to share on return. And rumor has it that we are going to discuss our next trip together and maybe meet in Ireland!! I'll keep you posted.

Memories-Past, Present, Future

2008-06-10T21:17:00.004-05:00

On Sunday afternoon, I took a short break from the work on our house to head down to my parent's house for a little photo session with Michael, Jessica, & Reed. The photo session turned into a trip to the "Hollis Park" found on the old family farm behind my parents house. The park and most of the old farm (all except the portion where my Mama and Daddy live) is now owned by my cousin and they have really been working to bring it back to life. After taking a few photos, Chris, Kaelyn, and Caleb came along and we all went down to the location of an old spring. We didn't quite make it to the spring because of the undergrowth, but it was the closest my Dad has been in a number of years. We took a short ride from the park through the field as far as safety allowed us to go in the truck and then walked a little ways to get there. It was great to hear my Dad tell us about the barn that used to be by 'that' tree and point out the locations where they raised tobacco which was hung in that barn. I haven't heard so much 'pep' in his voice in a while. I'm going to post a few pictures, but you can find more on Jessica's web site, "Reed All About It". We hope to get more pictures this next weekend when all of our family is together for Father's Day. Although pictures are great, the most precious things was hearing my Dad's stories and watching as Caleb had to take every step with G-Daddy and to see Kaelyn turn to make sure Grandaddy (G-Daddy) was making it up the hill okay. She grabbed his hand to help him along and he made sure to praise her for the 'help'. So much love shown. No doubt, memories in the making!

Speaking of next Sunday, there will be a dedication at church for the stained glass window placed in the youth room in memory of my cousin, Edward Wayne Hollis. Michael and Jessica, along with Chris and Regina have done a wonderful job with the youth group. They took over the Sunday School Class when Edward Wayne lost his battle after a long fight with a brain tumor and it's aftermath. He was a cherished teacher of the Sunday School Class. The window now holding the stained glass in his memory was the only window in the whole church which hadn't been replaced. It was almost as if it was waiting for him. I look forward to the dedication although there will be a sad element to it. He is greatly missed, but this is such an honor to his memory. I'm sure he will be smiling as he watches down on us. There's a chance Michael & Jessica may miss the dedication due to a prior commitment, but I hope they know how very important their role has been and how very missed they will be on this occasion.

Feeding "Baby Reed"

2008-05-14T16:47:00.012-05:00

Most of my posts will be pictures as I'm not much of a writer. So hope you enjoy them!

Kaelyn helps Aunt Jessica feed Reed

2008-05-13T06:23:00.002-05:00

Just a quick post. Yesterday I went back to the doctor and the x-rays show the collar bone has grown unbelievable bone tissue and joined itself together. Not uncommon for babies and young children, but the doctor was quite amazed at how fast and strong the bone tissue had developed. Amazing.......absolutely because we have an amazing God. He is the only person who deserves credit for this healing. Thank you, God.

Moving forward!

2008-05-10T20:42:00.004-05:00

I'm finally able to get out and participate in life again! Still a bit careful, but participating! Of course, as you will see from my pictures, Gramma is always on the backside of the camera, but that's typically where I like to be. Not a very strong blogger and don't promise a lot of improvement, but thought I would give it a shot. Maybe Jessica will give me some lessons.

Last week we got very good news that Michael has progressed in his career and will be advancing. We're very proud, but also a bit distressed since he, Jessica, and Reed will be making a move to the Chattanooga area. I hope they get used to drop ins because it is in my character to decide I want to see them and drive the 2 hours there and back in a single evening (despite the cost of gas). One hour with Reed is worth that drive to me. Even Phillip has said we need to build a better room for them because we want them to be comfortable when they come for visits, which better be real often! I depended on Jessica a great deal through my recovery as a driver for therapy and a sounding board when it was really getting me down. Having that time together makes me realize even more how much they will be missed. They will truly be missed by their Pleasant View, Henrietta, and Franklin friends & family and Walton's Chapel Church. I know the Nash side of the family is ecstatic and I'm trying very hard to be happy for you. OK, I can be happy, but maybe not excited. :<) But despite my negative moments, Michael and Jessica, I am very proud and excited as you move on to the next chapter in your life. I just hope my character stays active in the 'book' and doesn't lose too large of a role. And I do expect to be involved in looking for houses.
While KK played ball, Caleb & Lane were busy finding frogs & alligators in the sky!

Go KK!! Hustling to get the ball! It's T-ball time for Kaelyn

Catching Up!

2008-04-14T09:53:00.000-05:00

Soon I will be posting to this site. I'll do some catching up (and learning) in the beginning, so be patient. Will be sharing with you soon!