Memories

I had the pleasure of meeting some special friends for lunch last Saturday. We went to our usual meeting place, Nick's, in beautiful downtown Shacklefords! The cast of characters included Chesapeake Bay Woman, Bayman, Noe Noe Girl and Hillbilly Gothic. My dad was also able to join us, which was a wonderful surprise!

We spent a couple of hours tossing back carafes of wine, celebrating CBW's birthday and laughing our fool heads off!! Oh, and at some point we actually managed to eat lunch;) We were not asked to leave, but Hillbilly Gothic was busted by the "You Can't Bring Your Own Drink In Here" police. After she explained that she is on a very strict diet, and that it was absolutely necessary for her to bring her own beverages, they decided not to arrest her. WHEW! Crisis averted!

Once our stomachs began to hurt from laughing, we decided that it was time to head up to my grandparent's farm for a little photo session. Old barns, old homes, big trees......OH, MY!

All joking aside, the farm is a very special place to me. Much of my childhood was spent entertaining myself with all of the things that a farm has to offer. Yes, there was "work", like shelling peas or weeding the garden, but the free time was what it was all about! My imagination knew no bounds, and there were SO many things to explore. Much like now.

The photo above, which was taken by CBW, is the back door of my great-grandmother's home. It is off of a small porch, and opens into the kitchen. After years of neglect, the house had fallen into a sad state of disrepair. My dad was finally able to purchase the home and the property, and has begun the slow process of renovating......as time and money allow. I'm trying to wrap my brain around a series of posts about the old home and barn, as well as my great-grandmother, but that is for another time.

For now, imagine yourself coming into the kitchen for a cold glass of sweet tea and a slice of marble pound cake. I believe the cake is still warm...