"Don't you think you're bounding over your steps?" - Stan Laurel, "The Music Box"
Two more great slides from my nostalgic archives. The first one in line is my Grandma Range doing what she did best…cooking up some wonderful family treats. Below is another shot of the umbrella table from the Miles Motel in Augusta (according to my Dad – see below comments) first seen in this posting. This time it’s only my Uncle Bill and Aunt Dottie lingering around. Read the rest of this entry »
Continuing with Ashleigh’s and my Georgia trip in July, 2006… It soon became apparent to us that it was not the wisest of moves to take the pre-convention trip on Monday, July 10. If you remember, we had left Plains on Sunday afternoon, drove to Warm Springs, and then made the lengthy jaunt across Georgia to Augusta…only to get up early the next morning to get on a bus and drive all the way back to Plains! Read the rest of this entry »
Ah, yes I remember it fondly. And before you mention it, yes, I am old enough to have baby pictures taken in black and white. After a lengthy four-day stay – by today’s standards – in the hospital following my birth, I was taken home. Read the rest of this entry »
After leaving Plains this past summer, Ashleigh, Bob, and I made our way to northwest Georgia to visit the Little White House in Warm Springs. This house was built for Franklin Roosevelt in 1932 after he had come to this town to experience the naturally warm flowing waters that were soothing to his polio-stricken body. He enjoyed it so much here that he often visited it as a retreat during his Presidency. Read the rest of this entry »