Sunday, January 9, 2022
Friday, December 31, 2021
Today, the last day of 2021, Elyse and Anna came home from their four-day visit with Gramma and Grampa (or MaryJo and Denny) in South Padre Island, Texas!
Here are some of the picture Anna texted to me in the last hours of their time on this mini-vacation:
|They spent last night in a hotel near the airport (since their flight out was very early), and got pizza for supper--and had the leftovers for breakfast!|
|Pizza for breakfast, donuts for lunch--sounds fair!|
(This is from the airport in Dallas)
|They had a three-and-a-half hour layover in Dallas; it got boring, but there were plenty of photo opportunities in the Dallas airport|
Thursday, December 30, 2021
Today is the last full day that Anna and Elyse will be in Texas visiting Anna's mom and Denny.
Here are three pictures Anna texted to me of the beach:
|(That's Denny above in the blue shirt walking beside Elyse)|
Tuesday, December 28, 2021
Today, while Anna and Elyse were in Texas visiting Anna's mom and Denny, Jessica and I went on a great drive through north Georgia, including a stop at the Old Sautee Store in Nacoochee, near Helen, where I took these pictures:
Friday, December 24, 2021
Earlier today Jessica needed to get out of the house and do something, so we went to Stone Mountain Park to walk around in the Historic Square. Here are nine pictures I took while we were there, plus one Jessica took (of me).
Wednesday, December 22, 2021
Friday, December 17, 2021
Yesterday, Jessica and I had lunch at the Main Street Restaurant in Grayson (near where Beren's used to be, if that means anything to you), and then went to see the holiday train and village that's currently set up at the George Pierce Park Community Recreation Center in Suwanee.
(As you can see above, one of the buildings, a church, I think, is upside down, and I don't know why. Also--though I don't think you can see this in any of the pictures--a helicopter has landed on it, and I really don't know why.)
On the way home we stopped in Lawrenceville to have some dessert and walk around for a few minutes. Here are a few of the pictures I took of Lawrenceville dressed up for Christmas:
Thursday, December 16, 2021
Here we see Mom helping as Jeff gets his hair cut by Chester Moody at Moody's Barber Shop in Scottdale, Georgia, June 1971.
I imagine this was Jeff's first haircut, which is why the moment was preserved in a picture. I'm not sure, however, who actually took this picture; possibly one of Mom's sisters--Jan or Dannelle, most likely--or maybe Dad. I'm sure it wasn't me, though I might have been there that day--but I suspect I was at my grandmother's house or Aunt Lois's--because at four years old, I doubt I would have been trusted to record such an important moment as my brother's first haircut.
This barbershop is also where Mom or Dad took me for the first few years of my life to get my hair cut--including, I'm pretty sure, my first haircut; there's probably a picture of that event too, but I'm not going to go out of my way to find it--and I remember this shop well. It was, or seemed to be, underground, with stairs leading down to the entrance, but I realize now it was built into the side of a hill.
I don't remember Mr. Moody that well, however. I can't picture him (when I try, the face I come up with actually belonged to Milton Vincent), and I can just barely conjure up the feeling of a man's hand clamped to the top of my head as scissors snipped around my ears, and a voice saying, "Hold real still, now" (though I can't actually hear the voice). I must have done a good job of holding still, since I'm pretty sure my ears never got cut. In any case, I know now that, unlike most of the other adults I knew at the time who I just thought were old but were really in their thirties, Mr. Moody really was an old man. He was born in 1912, which means that he was in his late fifties or early sixties back when he used to cut my hair. (That's only a few years older than I am now, but in the early 1970s, sixty was old.)
More remarkably, Mr. Moody was still cutting hair thirty-five years after this picture was taken--and when this picture was taken he had already been a barber for more than twenty years. After picking this picture and these memories for this musing, I did a little research, and I found Chester Moody's obituary online (which you can see here). He lived to be ninety-five years old, and was still cutting hair up until three weeks before his passing in 2007. (I suspect that for the last few years there, he was active as a barber only a few days a month, and probably with only a few very trusting, and probably very near-sighted, long-time customers.)