Saturday, May 15, 2021

Family Gathering May 5, 2021

 We arrived home on April 30th, just in time for Joe and Bev's visit on May 1.  They were heading back to Michigan after vacationing with family in Kiawah.  It was decided to get together at Bobby and Valerie's home.

It had been almost two years since we last saw them. 
Jenna, her son Owen, and her  friend Mark joined us.
Joe was up for a corn hole challenge, so the party moved to the front deck.
Owen offered golf cart tours to Bev and me.
And all too soon, after birthday cake for Bobby,  we said our good byes until next time.



Anniversary Trip April 27 - 30 2021

 Happy 35th to us!  We still had our "missed trip" tickets for the Blue Ridge Railway which expire at the end of July, so we made reservations at Morganton Point Recreation Area outside of Blue Ridge for a combined camping/train ride adventure.

We weren't able to get a lakeside spot, but the one we had was  pretty and secluded.
Bob didn't have to share his roasted marshmallows with anyone else.
But, I decided to make a change of plans and not go on the train ride.  I  didn't feel right leaving Roscoe behind. He doesn't like being in the camper,  and it seemed cruel to leave him alone for the six or so hours we would be gone.  Plus, masks were still required on the train, and that didn't appeal to us.  So, we took a truck ride into Dalton and surrounding area instead.  Here is a view from the overlook at Fort Mountain State Park at an elevation of about 2850 feet. 

Somewhere at the top of the mountain is an  855 foot long stone wall believed to have been built by the ancient Indian inhabitants as a fortress.  But, we weren't up to taking the trail, so Bob rested on a tree stump at the picnic area instead.
The next day, we drove into Chatsworth, about 60 miles northwest to visit the Chief Vann House, located on what became known as The Trail of Tears.
 From 1830- 1850 over 4000 native Indians from civilized Cherokee tribes and their slaves were forced to leave the area and relocate in Oklahoma.  More than 1500 died on the trek that wound through nine states and over 5000 miles.
The home was built in 1804 by Chief James Vann who was half Cherokee and half Scottish and considered the wealthiest man of the Cherokee, and possibly of the entire east at the time. 
Diamond Hill Mansion was considered the showplace of the Cherokee nation.
A unique feature in the home is the dog leg staircase that suspends over the ground level hallway.  It was built deeply enough into the brick walls to counterbalance weight on the stairs and landings. 
There are only five rooms in the house:  a living room and dining room are on either side of the stairway on the first floor, the master and guest bedroom on the second, and a children's room in the attic.  The color scheme in the house is based on the original design. 
However, most of the furnishings are replicas of what was believed to be in the home.


Despite the grandeur of the mansion, it is questionable how civilized James was given he was called Crazy James.  He had at least two wives,  was a heavy drinkers, quick to draw and shoot at anyone who irked him and willing to burn someone alive.  He was shot dead in 1809 while on a business trip with one of his slaves and his favorite son, Joseph.  Although the shooter was never found, it was rumored it was his sister who feared what his drinking was doing to their family.  
Joseph, known as Rich Joe, inherited Diamond Hill.   He and his family were forced out in 1835, but  Joe was a shrewd businessman.  He negotiated a deal to live in Missouri where the land was better than where the Indians were in Oklahoma.  He owned several ferries and trading posts along the Conasauga and Chattahoochee rivers. He was killed in 1844  while racing one of his steamboats when  it exploded due to his insistence on overloading the boiler so the boat would go faster.    Diamond Hill had approximately 17 different owners and was sold in 1952 to the Georgia Historical Society.













More Post Vax Fun April 2021

 Bob's son, David, and his fiancé Amanda, were in the Atlanta Metro area for the weekend visiting friends and family.  They gave us a call, and we arranged to meet for breakfast before they had to head back to Florida.

Although we had seen Amanda a few weeks prior, this was the first time we were able to get together with David in over a year. He had contracted covid around February and narrowly escaped having to be hospitalized.  It hit him hard, and he said he still has some tiredness, but attributes that to "old age".  Our time together was short, but it was great to spend it with them.  We'll see them again early June at their Jack 'n Jill shower in Roswell, GA. 


Valerie's sister, Gayle, had gotten her shots, so she flew from Clearwater, FL to Atlanta to spend her birthday week with her son and grand kids and to also stay a few nights with Bobby and Valerie.
Since it was Bobby's birthday we had a dual celebration.
It was too windy to go out on their pontoon, but we enjoyed sitting on the back deck overlooking the lake and Bobby's newly erected vegetable garden area.



Getting Back to Normal April 2021

 Before the pandemic, we were planning to go to the Old Clarksville Mill in Clarksville GA, with my brother and sister-in-law.  Since the four of us were now vaccinated, we were now good to go.

The Mill has quite a set up.  On weekends, there is an outdoor flea market.  The huge indoor complex contains an antique mall, gymnastic center, vintage car museum, arcade, bar, bandstand, dance foor, banquet venue,  food court, pool tables and bowling alleys.

The antique mall has booths with a  myriad of vendors.  
My brother loves vintage items, but nothing caught his eye today.
The guys decided to shoot a few games of pool... 
...and Valerie and I tried our hand at bowling.
As you can see, neither of fared very well...tied at the end of the 8th frame with 48 each.  I hadn't bowled in about 40 years, and was happy I ended with an average of 73.  Between the two of us, we bowled 32 gutter balls!  But, we had a (bowling) ball and want to go again.  








 


 

Friday, May 14, 2021

A new outlook 2021

 February brought us a picturesque snowfall...

...and the much anticipated and greatly appreciated covid vaccinations.  
By the beginning of March, we were once again able to enjoy "normal" activities, such as meeting up with Amanda and her mom Cheryl (who were  visiting family in Georgia) and actually have lunch in a restaurant for the first time in over a year.
In April, Bob's second shed finally arrived,,,six weeks overdue.  Since then he's been busy removing everything from the garage (no small task) and getting it set up in the shed. (And he is already complaining he has no room in the shed.)  He plans on converting the garage to a recreation room which is sure to keep him busy well into 2022!.

 


A new year...2021

 For most of the first two months of the new year, Bob was busy doing renovations inside our house, and I did the easy part and changed some of the décor.

He painted the mudroom a cheerful lemon twist and put Pergo flooring in it, the laundry room, and the two bathrooms. 
The cabinets in both bathrooms were painted gray, and the vanity in the guest bath got a new sink, and granite top.
The dull brown walls of the living room really needed some brightening up...
...and we think the fountain mist blue really made it pop.








December 2020

Despite the winter blahs and continued covid protocols, the lights and glitter of Christmas decorations always lift our spirits. 

We again opted to forego getting a real tree and used our table top stand by.
It,  a sleigh full of balls and lights...
...and stockings hung by the fire with care made our Christmas merry and bright.   


November 2020

 Nothing of much interest has transpired since our outing to Rosman, but it's past time to update this blog just the same.  So here are some recaps:

The pandemic and masking continue to be a part of our daily life.
The rustic barn across the road from us was demolished.  The owner is clearing the land in order to build a home.
Another neighbor cut back limbs from his black maple trees, making for a very dismal look in an area already denuded by April's tornado.
In an attempt to try something new, I made a "dutch baby", but as you can see, it was not successful.
But, thanks to friends like Blaise, we had things that brought a smile to our faces,  like these  RV socks he sent to us.