What An Amazing Day!
Trip Start May 01, 2010
70Trip End Aug 01, 2010
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This morning I drove to down town Shelby to walk around and take pictures. Quite innocently, I ventured to the "General Shelby" monument and snapped some images. The court house and square is simply gorgeous. Of course, for a Arizona Boy everything resembles a park. It just goes from one park to another because there are no fences in NC! An unspoken rule is to keep your lawn mowed and pristine. It almost becomes a contest here. It's sick. I haven't mowed a lawn in 25 years. But, alas, to each his own! But I'm sure The Great Mystery has never mowed a lawn either. :-)
I would first like to say, please send Shannon's new husband Billy good vibes. They were just married and he had something critical today. Newly weds of three months. Vibes to Billy for wellness!
I loligaged today. I have a degree in Loligagology. It is the art of walking nowhere in particular and doing absolutely nothing. Makes sense to me. I roamed around the First Baptist Church where I attended Teen clubs and fell in love weekly. From there, I went to the Rogers Theater where just after World War II, I could get in to see Roy Rogers (cowboy movies) and watch him shoot hundreds off horses without killing ANYONE. It was simply a miracle. One could not think too much about it.
On the first picture of the Rogers, there is a funky white door that used to lead to a soda shop where Dad would take us before the movie. We'd get these huge milkshakes in stainless steel cups there were overflowing with the best milkshakes in town! From there, I meandered around the town to the Volunteer Fire Department and across the street to the Presbyterian Church where I was baptized almost 69 years ago. Both ministers that I remember were name Brown. Walter was the first and John Brown was the second. He was a magnificent minister with a thunderous voice that could scare Satan's tail right out of its roots! I went inside the court area and asked if I could take pictures. This is where the miracles began. These people were the salt of the earth. The lady in charge of maintenance gave the the grand tour ending in the Pastor's office. I related to both the pastor and associate pastor how much this church mean to me
From there I was led into the dinning hall where I met an old friend named Mable Baird. Some called her "Piggy". Don't know why. Don't want to. She was a delightful human being. She immediately acquired my expertise in onion pealing for the poor and out dinner. Before I knew it, I was out back by the dumpster peeling onions crying like a baby. There was a huge bucket. I completed my task at hand and returned to the dinning hall to serve drinks. We sat and spoke of old times and friends. It was wonderful!
Next I lolligaged toward the State Theater where I used to have a strange feast as a little boy. My Father had a friend at the bakery next door. Dad would take my sister Pat and I to a movie, but first he would stop at the bakery where he had a friend and he would gives us a fresh loaf of crispy white bread before it was cut. IT SMELLED OUT OF THIS WORLD! I guess Dad brought a stick of butter. Pat and I would pig out and "oinking" all the way to the movie. Well, after I arrived, I discovered it was no longer a movie house. It had become The Don Gibson Tribute Theater where all the locals could schedule city events. I peered into the windows and startled a man inside.
He came to the locked door and asked if he could help me
My love love to you and Your Mom!