I think a front shot would have sold a lot more papers . . .
Daughter-in-law Erin (David's wife) sent me an email on Saturday asking us to look for her picture in
The Tennessean on Sunday. Erin loves animals, as do I, and volunteers one day a month at the Nashville zoo, as Bill and I should. We have always visited the zoos in any large city that we have visited.
But as luck would have it, she did not appear in hard copy. Nor did her
face appear in Monday's photo slide show. And since we don't get Monday through Friday's paper any more, an "issue" I have ambivalent feelings about, but too long of a story to go into now, I don't know which picture of the slide show appeared in Monday's paper, nor could I cut out the article for her to send to her parents. But the entire online article is on my
facebook account for those who are interested.
The story was about the zoo volunteers decorating the Croft House for
Christmas. The Croft House is the 2nd oldest house in Nashville. The picture in the middle shows the 2 Croft sisters, Margaret and Elise, who donated the 1810 house and 200 acres of land to the City in 1964. The third is their mom. But a tour of the house is interesting because it is filled with the belongings of 5 generations of Crofts. The picture on the right is of Erin decorating a fireplace mantel
underneath the picture of the great-great-great grandmother of Margaret and Elise. Her name was Mary Moore Murfree Hilliard. I'll have to research her some day because the large town to our SE is Murfreesboro, home of MTSU.
P.S. I'd just like to say that I always leave a space between my paragraphs, and sometimes this website takes it and sometimes it doesn't, obviously depending on the little elves that work inside on the software and whether they got any sleep last night.
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Bill and I had a wonderful time with Dave and Erin at Erin's parents, Roger and Muriel Pfaff, in Marietta, GA. We drove down on Sunday and spent 2 nights at a Drury Inns & Suites, but ate all our meals (except the free breakfast at the motel) with the Pfaff's. Erin has one sister, Alison, and her boyfriend, Mike, were also in attendance. Mike is a med student at MCV, where Bill's brother Jim went (a few year's ago!).
We got hooked on dominoes, which we played when we weren't eating one of Murierl's wonderful meals. Of course, when we played we ate homemade cookies and candy, made by Erin and her mom. Dinner Sunday night was a wonderful chicken dish over pasta; Christmas Eve was 2 kinds of hearty homemade soups and homemade rolls; and Christmas dinner was prime rib. Wow! Were we impressed. Best thing to me: sticky pecan rolls at Christmas breakfast. Super yum.
On Christmas Eve we went to a candlelight service at 11:00 p.m. at the Pfaff's Lutheran church. It felt very similar to our Methodist candlelight service. I think the big Christmas present was something called a Wee, an interactive games thingy played on your TV. Like all playstation things, it's beyond me.
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Favorite Quotes
Art washes from the soul the dust of everyday life . . . PicassoBe who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind . . . . . . . Dr. SeussThe truth knocks on the door and you say, 'Go away, I'm looking for the truth,' and so it goes away . . . Robert M. Pirsig "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" The man who insists upon seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides. Accept life, and you must accept regret . . . Henri-Fredric AmielWhat worries you, masters you . . . . Haddon W. RobinsonWhen we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience , so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape . . . Louise Erdrich in The Plague of Doves
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