A Haunting and The Farm House
June 11, 2008|Comments (none)
One of the most difficult and rewarding things about moving to a new place is exploring the legends in that area. I’m not talking about sports legends. I’m talking about the best place for iced tea or corn muffins or the haunted house. The insider’s edge on a country town is vital to settling in. My new Georgian friend, Michelle, took me on a tour of Ellerslie and Harris County the other day. What a fine neighbor I have in her! She has made my clone list. (Do you have a clone list? That would be the list of exemplary citizens which you want cloned if human cloning ever becomes legal. I decided it would be wise to nominate candidates.) She took me to many different spots but two of them stood out. To the left is The Farm House. The Farm House serves some truly excellent desserts and is a local legend. My arteries clog just looking at the picture.
The second stop of my tour of Ellerslie was the former home of a family who claimed that their daughter was haunted by a man named Mr. Gordy. The locals apparently tormented this family until they finally packed up and moved away. Their story aired on television as A Haunting in Georgia which Josh and I watched before we ever knew it happened right down the road from us. I remember watching it and feeling so sorry for the family. Of course, I don’t care whether or not the family was actually haunted — honestly that isn’t what struck me as being sad. I hated that a family in crisis couldn’t find support within their community.
I’m curious, what legends are in your town? Is there a haunted house? What insider scoop do you know about that falls into the best kept secret category?
Future Ranger Leads the Way
June 11, 2008|Comments (none)
Remember the Messiest Kid Photo Contest and our hands-down winner, Oran? Well, he got his prize in the mail and his grandmother, Judy (of Tabletop Homestead) sent me this picture which I just had to share. Please ignore the dates on the pictures. Cameras are naughty critters. Oran is holding a bar of soap and a hand-knitted bath scrubby. Oran wants to be an Airborne Ranger when he grows up. I can’t think of a cooler goal for a young person to have. Oran: you rock, little man. Dream tall and live fully, outwardly, and honestly. And Oran, this one’s for you:
Recognizing that I volunteered as a Ranger, fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession, I will always endeavor to uphold the prestige, honor and high esprit de corps of my Ranger Regiment.
Acknowledging the fact that a Ranger is a more elite soldier who arrives at the cutting edge of battle by land, sea or air, I accept the fact that as a Ranger my country expects me to move further, faster and fight harder than any other soldier.
Never shall I fail my comrades. I will always keep myself mentally alert, physically strong and morally straight; I will shoulder more than my share of the task whatever it may be, one hundred percent and then some.
Gallantly will I show the world that I am a specially selected and well-trained soldier. My courtesy to superior officers, neatness of dress and care of equipment shall set the example for others to follow.
Energetically will I meet the enemies of my country. I shall defeat them on the field of battle for I am better trained and will fight with all my might. Surrender is not a Ranger word. I will never leave a fallen comrade to fall into the hands of the enemy, and under no circumstances will I ever embarrass my country.
Readily will I display the intestinal fortitude required to fight on to the Ranger objective and complete the mission, though I be the lone survivor.
Rangers lead the way!
Please read A Father Prayer by General Douglas MacArthur. Who is the Ranger in your life? Who do you pray that prayer for? Who is your hero?
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