Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Native American Winery Discovered
While in the Fredericksburg area we encountered a Native American winery. The Mattaponi Winery is the only one we know of that is operated by Native Americans. There may be many more but it sure was interesting to Linda and I.
The front of their trading post.
Main entrance to the trading post
We liked their sign hanging inside.
Their wines have won national awards and are most known for their strawberry wine.
I always have liked dream catchers.
Deer head make the trading post look more rustic.
You all mean a lot to me, thank you
I received this from a friend this morning in my email and it touched me and I thought it should be passed on to my blog family. Hope it blesses you as well. Maybe you've seen it before. Will be good to read again.
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in
Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'
Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in
Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'
Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Other Buildings at Stevenson Ridge
This building at one time belonged to George Washington's brother, was taken down and reassembled here.
This 10,000 Sq. Ft. building serves as a chapel for over 200 already scheduled this year. The back portion serves as room for receptioins & parties. Staff quarters are on the ground floor.
This large Rental was across the pond from our cabin.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Pinterest does it again--Thank you
Thanks to Pinterest I will never cook cabbage the old way ever again. This is so simple and taste amazing. All you do is cut a cabbage into quarters and cutting off the hard core from each.
I do each quarter individually and place it in the center of large piece of foil large enough to bring the edges together and seal. Rub softened butter on each side. Mix enough salt, black pepper, garlic powder and parmasan cheese to sprinkle on all 4 quarters. I put two half slices of bacon over each quarter and brought the edges of the foil together and folded tight bringing up the ends to seal them as well.
Place all 4 quarters on a baking sheet and bake at 350 degrees for 1 1/2 hours. They also hold their heat as long as they are sealed.
Linda & I had some tonight for supper and it was perfect. Give it a try.
Where we stayed in Spotsylvania, Va
Beautiful spot in Spotsylvania County Virginia covering 80 acres.
Side view of our cabin, living room, half bath & kitchen downstairs with 2 bedrooms upstairs.
Front view of cabin
Spacious front porch with rockers
How cute, one rocker for two
Woods behind us
Living room with working fireplace. 12 inch flat logs, expertly reconstructed.
Boom box & TV with a stack of movies available.
Chair made almost entirely of tree branches.
Entrance with wine glasses, information and memory book to fill out.
Kitchen area had a huge sink, coffee maker, microwave, large refrigerator and toaster oven.
King size bed felt like we had an acre to move around and that comforter was so warm.
Vintage wash basin with mirror in corner of bedroom.
Comfortable seating in master bedroom.
Beams throughout the house ceilings.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
A light show behind us
OK, I know it is hard to see in the first picture but it was certainly brighter just looking at it. During the wee hours of the morning while it was still dark outside the airport behind us was all lit up with reds, whites and blues that were so pretty.
Even this picture is not as good as I wanted it to be but with maximum magnification it was the best I could do. When you are looking out your kitchen window at the lights when everything is dark is a very pretty scene. OK, on to more realistic stuff....
When we got up this morning it was really foggy and when I went out to put something into the car I noticed the glistening patches all over the ground. The moisture had settled onto spider webs and had them outlined all over the place.
The next one was taken in an Azalea bush and was really eye catching.
The last one and probably the biggest was in a small evergreen tree in the front yard. I just found it amazing how nature can accent other forms of nature.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Let me take you back to a place I loved
I guess it was around 2002 and I was on a long weekend visiting a friend and enjoying the scenery of north Georgia. We came to this bridge and it was the site of Tallulah Gorge. Don't know when I have ever been so amazed as I was that day. I walked onto the bridge which was an automobile bridge and part of the local highway not a pedestrian bridge. I walked over to the right side and noticed a spillway for this dam that was beautiful as I looked across the water.
So far nothing out of the ordinary for this small town guy from up north. I then walked over to the left side of the bridge and to my amazement it looked like somewhere between 100 to 200 feet straight down to the rocks and water below.
My friend told me that this was also a place that some people chose to commit suicide by jumping off the bridge. The area is very rough and to get to the person on foot would take days so the local emergency department would repel off the bridge to the bottom of the gorge to retrieve the unlucky jumpers.
This is a view across the dam area
Looking down from the bridge.
Looking straight down where jumpers would land.
It is a beautiful area but you have to respect the wilderness or it will ruin your day.
I said all of the above to lead you into "the rest of the story". For years now I have been driving north and south on NC Highway 301 which parallels Interstate 95. 301 goes through a number of towns including Halifax. On the south side of town there is a bridge that you cross that has always made me wonder what was under that bridge because all can see from the car is trees and the thought of depth.
Being retired and having the time to explore I stopped near the bridge today and walked to the center to take a look over the side.
This is what I saw looking down and out and it is quite a long way down. This picture was taken with no magnification. If you look near the center in the water there is a rectangular object towards the left side of the stream.
Now with full magnification at 5X this is the object I mentioned. Get the picture? The next picture was also at full magnification just a little ways further down the stream. So my friends that is why Tallulah Gorge popped back into my mind today seeing a smaller version a couple of miles down the road.
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