Ben's first time deep frying a turkey, and he did a very fine job of it. One of the two turkeys, other turkey was done on the grill, and the one ham we had for Thanksgiving down in Myrtle Beach. A family gathering of seventeen people and more then enough food for all. Not only the meat, but the mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, collard greens, cranberry sauce, rolls, dressing, and a host of other treats. The food was great as was all the folks there for the gathering. Of course I needed to cut in line to the collard greens before someone else took them all, and he shall remain nameless, but he knows who he is. The weather was so beautiful that we were able to sit out in the screened in porch for dinner.
Clear blue skies and 70+ degrees outside, couldn't ask for a better Thanksgiving Day.
Was once the old "HoJo", Howard Johnson's in Jacksonville NC. Would stay here once and awhile on weekends just to get away from the base and also my family stayed here when they came to visit. Many memories of Jacksonville.
We return thanks to our mother, the earth,
which sustains us.
We return thanks to the rivers and streams,
which supply us with water.
We return thanks to all herbs,
which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases.
We return thanks to the moon and stars,
which have given to us their light when the sun was gone.
We return thanks to the sun,
that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye.
Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit,
in Whom is embodied all goodness,
and Who directs all things for the good of Her children.
~ Iroquois ~
Now I have been down to this beach many times and I find it a great place to go and spend the day. The beaches are clean and the water is great. Maybe the National Geographic missed this beach here in North Myrtle Beach.
I remember a hundred lovely lakes,
and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir
and cedar and poplar trees.
The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk,
opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.
It has given me blessed release from care and worry
and the troubled thinking of our modern day.
It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful.
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life
thins my blood and benumbs my brain,
I seek relief in the trail;
and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn,
my cares fall from me
- I am happy.
~ Hamlin Garland - McClure's, February 1899 ~
Just this old barn with the sun shinning down through the trees. No sounds of any kind out here this morning, not even a bird, just the smell of the pine trees in the air and the warm sunshine. I could have stood there for hours in all this beauty, silence, and smell.
"When it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home." Chief Aupumut, Mohican. 1725
When I was about six years old, my father said, ‘Do not sleep after sunrise; wake as soon as daylight appears. Run toward the dawn. You should do this everyday. Run out as far as you can.’
- Sinyella, Supai Indian circa 1900