Wednesday, May 28, 2025

May 2025 Trip in Van +

 We decided to take a longer trip in the van, mostly to go to PA to see my sister Rosemary when her son Pete and wife Karen from Chicago were there.  (Her daughter Jeanne and husband Kris live nearby.)

First stop:  We are members of Harvest Hosts, which allows you to boondock free at businesses, as long as you patronize them. (Boondocking means that you don't have any electric or water hookups, just use your self-contained vehicle.  Basically, you are just parked in the parking lot of a business.)  We like to stay at vineyards, so this time we spent the first night at Barren Ridge Vineyard, near Fischersville, Va.  We enjoyed a beautiful view of the vineyards, the Shenandoah Mountains, and had a great flight of wines on their outdoor patio.



Our lovely view of the sunset over mountains

First destination:  Skyline Drive:  

We spent three nights at Big Meadows Campground in Shenandoah National Park.  We did several nice hikes, enjoying how easy it is to come and go with the van whenever we wanted.  Backing is a breeze, compared to the truck and trailer.

One of the trails we took was the "Limberlost Trail."  I wanted to do it because my mother's favorite book when she was growing up was Girl of the Limberlost.  She said it inspired her to get an education and strike out on her own away from her farm home in Kansas.  I've not read it, so I don't know what it was about.

Jack-in-the pulpit on trail

Enjoyed Mary's Rock Tunnel
Mary's Rock Tunnel was built in 1932 by workers of the CCC. The two-lane tunnel is 670 ft. long and only 12' 8" high. Our van is a little over 10 feet tall, so we had no problems going through.

View from van
Skyline Drive is much like the Blue Ridge Parkway in our area.  There are many beautiful overlooks that you can stop at to enjoy the views. 

Second Destination:  Belleville, PA: 

My sister lives in a great retirement community called Valley View in Amish country.  We learned a lot about the local history and Amish culture at the Kishacoquillas Valley Historical Society.  (Don't ask me to pronounce it.  They just call it the "Kish Valley.")  We found out that there are numerous sects of Amish, all distriguished by the color of their buggy tops: black, yellow, white, or no top.  Driving was quite an adventure, because the buggies were on the main roads, which were very narrow, so you had to wait and maneuver around them all the time.  One evening, we had to pass six carriages as we wended our way up the mountain back to the campground. Luckily, Rosemary let us borrow her car the whole time we were there, so we weren't driving the van on narrow, curvy roads.

                                                    
We were at Greenwood Furnace State Park,
which was at the top of the ridge over the valley. 
The farms and farm houses in the valley were beautiful.


Rosemary and I in front of her duplex.

Mother's Day brunch at Hungry Run Winery was fantastic.
Kris' mother Ruth Ann joined us.
Rosemary

One day we drove up to State College to tour the Penn State botanical gardens.  They are really wonderful.  This is just a sampling of the lovely things in the gardens.


The gardens were filled with beautiful container plantings.


This was in a great children's area.


Alan was happy to read in a lovely covered pavilion
while I toured the gardens.

Third Destination:  Williamsport, MD

Antietam: 

We love to tour historic sites, so we spent two days going through the Antietam Battlefield, site of the deadiest one-day battle in American history:  23,000 casualties.  The National Park Service has an excellent visitor center, with movie, and a good 21-site narrated auto tour of the battlefield. The NPS has great phone ap on all the parks and monuments.  Check it out.  Here is the Wikipedia entry on Antietam for those who want more details than what I have below: Wiki on Antietam

Dunker Church, focal point of a number of Union atttacks

One major battle was in a cornfield.  The stalks were so tall that the soldiers couldn't see anyone else, except those in front of them.  At the end of the battle, all the stalks were cut to the ground by the fire.


Another battle was over possession of this sunken road.  By the end of the fighting, it was piled high with bodies of soldiers from both sides.

Burnside's Bridge over Antietam Creek
(It would be a river where I come from.)
A small band of Confederate soldiers prevented the Union soldiers from crossing this for almost three hours.  Even though they were eventually driven back, their delaying action allowed time for Confederate reinforcements to arrive.
Even though it was basically a draw,
it is considered a Union victory because the Confederates
were forced to retreat back to Virginia. 
After this victory, Lincoln issued the Emancipation Proclamation.

C & O Canal: 

Williamsport was a major port on the C & O Canal, which borders the Potomac River.  The park service has a good interpretation center there, as well, with a movie filmed while the canal was still in operation.

This is an original warehouse building,
with loading dock in center.

Part of the canal

One of the most interesting things was that the canal
had aquaducts to bridge over creeks coming across the canal.
We weren't sure how they got the barges
across the aquaducts, since there wasn't space for the mules. 
Kayakers enjoy them now.

We had planned to come back through eastern West Virginia, but decided against it.  There was major flooding everywhere in the area, so it didn't seem wise to be driving in the mountains under those conditions. We arrived back home about a week ago.



Monday, January 13, 2025

Best Books of 2024

As usual, I will start the year with a list of books I read the previous year that I think you may enjoy. I changed my comments this year by giving a brief summary of each, including a good review, should you wish more information. Books are in order that I read them. Highly recommended books get three stars:

***Lessons in Chemistry, by Bonnie Garmus

Wonderful tragi-comedy. Set in the 1960’s, Lessons in Chemistry tells the story of Elizabeth Zott, a brilliant and beautiful woman of science.  Because it is the 60’s, her intelligence and knowledge are trivialized; plus, she has to deal with the advances of lecherous men. 

Review of Lessons in Chemistry

Honor, by Thrity Umrigar

Difficult read, but very interesting.  Indian-American journalist returns to India, from which her family emigrated when she was young.  Through a series of events, she becomes involved in helping a woman who has had a horrifying experience:  She, a Hindu, fell in love with a Muslim man.  Their marriage is a dishonor for the Muslim family, and they take revenge.  I won't tell more, but you can check out the review.

Kirkus review of Honor

The Marriage Portrait, by Maggie O’Farrell

Historical fiction.  Based on the life of Lucrezia de’ Medici, who was married off to Alfonso II d’Este, Duke of Ferrara in 1558 at the age of 13.  Her portrait is said to be the inspiration for the Robert Browning poem, “My Last Duchess.”

Lucrezia was raised in incredible wealth, but had a strict upbringing in what was expected of royal women of her day. She did show a talent for painting early on, which was encouraged by her family.  She received special tutoring, and instead of doing embroidery, as most women did, she painted. She was loved and well cared for by her family; however, her only role was to become the wife of another nobleman and to produce children.  How her life evolves, once she marries Alfonso, is the “meat” of the book. All I can say is that it isn’t a match made in heaven. I liked the book.  It’s not great literature, but it was an interesting read.

Review of The Marriage Portrait 

The Intuitionist, by Colson Whitehead

I'm not quite sure what to make of this book, but it is classic Colson Whitehead--exceptionally well written and interesting, with some things that are surreal.  It takes place during the early days of elevators, and a young black woman has been able to become an elevator inspector.  It seems that there are two camps of elevator inspectors--the intuitionists, who use their intuition to gauge whether an elevator is operating correctly, and the empiricists, who look at the mechanics exclusively.  There is a battle going on in the guild on which philosophy will prevail. The main character is an intuitionist who is very proud of her skills.  All goes well until there is a catastrophic elevator failure.   

Review of The Intuitionist

***Covenant of Water, by Abraham Verghese

This is the best book I read this year.  It is long and complicated, as most Verghese books are, but it is well worth the time and effort. I won't even try to summarize it.  Take my word for it.  Read it.

Review of Covenant of Water

Tom Lake, by Ann Patchett 

In order to pass the time during Covid lockdown, a family with three daughters convinces the mom to reminisce about her time at a summer stock company.  While there, she had a brief romance with Peter Duke, who became a famous actor.

Review of Tom Lake

***The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, by Carson McCullers 

Ok, so it came out in 1940, three years before I was born, and I am just now getting around to reading it.  But I found it a compelling novel, one that I strongly recommend if you are just now coming to it.  It takes place in the rural south of the 1920's, where a family struggles to survive by having a rooming house. The narrator is the young daughter of the family. One of the roomers is a deaf mute, a polite, dignified man.  He becomes the object of fascination for a diverse group of  people, who pour out their lives to him, although he is unable to respond.  We follow the lives of all these characters, whose only connection is that they frequently visit Mr. Singer, the deaf man. 

Review of The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

Trust, by Hernan Diaz (Pulitzer Prize nominee)

I can't summarize it any better than the first line of the linked review: "A tale of wealth, love, and madness told in four distinct but connected narratives."

Review of Trust

***When Breath Becomes Air, by Paul Kalanithi

Memoir of a young neurosurgical resident who is about to finish his residency when he finds out he has terminal cancer.  The first half of the book tells his life prior to the diagnosis; the second half covers how he deals with the short time he has left.  I'm not doing justice to the book.  Read the review for more info. This isn't a maudlin book.  It reminded me of Oliver Sacks' writing late in his life. Abraham Verghese wrote the introduction.

Review of When Breath Becomes Air

Mad Honey, by Jodi Picoult 

An ok who-dun-it.  I finished it, so it was compelling enough to keep me interested. Felt like she wrote it for the book club circuit 

Review of Mad Honey

Camino Island, by John Grisham

Beach book, with just enough plot twist to keep you interested

Review of Camino Island

***The Yellow House, by Sarah Broom

Another excellent memoir.  Sarah is one of 12 children who live in a small yellow house on the outskirts of New Orleans.  Its bright yellow exterior covers the fact that the house is a ramshackle mess on the inside.  Her mother always keeps the family well dressed, and no one is allowed in the house to see their actual living conditions. When the children are grown, Katrina happens.  Broom chronicles what happens to the family and the house through the years, and as a consequence of the hurricane.

Review of The Yellow House

Sunday, December 15, 2024

Christmas "Letter" 2024

 We have had a busy year, full of fun and interesting activities, as well as the usual set-backs of living.

Probably the biggest thing that we did was sell the trailer and truck and purchase a used Winnebago Travato camper van.  Towing (and parking) the trailer was always stressful, but as we got older, we realized that we needed something that worked better with our aging lifestyle. It took a while to accomplish it all, but we now have our 2017 Travato. It is fully self-contained, with a tiny kitchen and bath, all within the body of a Dodge Promaster van chassis--(the same vehicle as all the Amazon trucks). 

takes up a lot less space on our long driveway

Has a nice awning and screened door opening

We decided against doing any big trips and just did short stays at nearby state parks, able to get sites at the last minute because our rig is only 25' long total and because we are free to go during the week.  On our birthday weekend in April, we enjoyed going to Warrior's Path State Park in Kingsport for our inaugural trip. Lots of people stopped by to see us and see the van. We also spent several days at each of the following: Roan Mountain State Park, Panther Creek State Park, Watauga Dam Campground, Pipestem State Park in WV, and Linville Falls Campground  in NC. Linville Falls was particularly fun because we camped with our friends Mairzy and Rick.  Mairzy snagged four lottery tickets for the synchronous firefly viewing at Grandfather Mountain.  We had seen synchronous fireflies in the Smokies many years ago, but Grandfather Mtn. also has ghost fireflies and glowworms, which we hadn't seen before. See link for more info, if you are interested:  Grandfather Mountain Info.

waiting for dark to see fireflies

view from restaurant at Little Switzerland on Blue Ridge Parkway

This area was completely destroyed a few months later
 by hurricane Helene. Helicopters  were landing on this terrace
to bring in supplies and evacuate people.

We are delighted that we had a lot of visitors this year:  Susie and Ed from Atlanta; Charlotte, Brian, Amy, Logan, and Brooke from Huntsville; my dear friend John from Knoxville, and nephew Pete and wife Karen from Chicago. It is so fun to welcome people to our home.  The fact that we have a dedicated guest suite in our basement with a private entrance makes it easy for people to be here.  So if you haven't been to visit, please consider it.  We love hosting folks at our home, both as overnight guests and for entertaining.

Pete and Karen at Rocky Fork State Park

Picture of me holding Pete as a baby
Pete is my godson

We finally finished off most of our outdoor house projects, so our outdoor spaces are fun to enjoy.  As you can see, we like colorful things:

Spiral staircase to upper deck

Adirondack chairs where pool used to be--just outside
guest area door, overlooking the "gulch"

We have a firepit here, so invite folks for "pit sits" regularly.

I continue to enjoy working in the yard and being a member of a local garden club.  I have started hiring someone to help me with yard work, so that helps a lot.  He is a delightful student from Zimbabwe.



At 71 and 81, we are dealing with aging and increasing health issues, none of which are life-threatening.  I have knee problems; Alan has back problems.  So we are slowing down, making accommodations to what we are able to do, and planning for the future.  I realized that when we made out our wills right after we got married, we did not have an executor nor powers of attorney designated for when we both are gone, so we revised our wills to deal with that glaring issue.  I also bought a NOK (next of kin) box, which is an easy filing system that has all necessary information for the next of kin to deal with. NOKBOX link Nephew Paul Bliese, who lives in Columbia, SC, has agreed to be executor and deal with everything once we both are gone.  We have loved having Paul and Marta as our closest Bliese relatives throughout most of our marriage--getting together at cabins or B&B's several times a year, having holidays at their large and welcoming home, and meeting for meals in Asheville.

Having dear family on both sides is a particular joy.  As you can see above, Alan's sisters and family visit frequently, which is wonderful.  We spent a delightful Thanksgiving in Atlanta with Susie and Ed, and Mitzi, their cat.  We will be going to Huntsville for Christmas, where Charlotte, Harry, and their extended family live.  When I married Alan, I got a fantastic bonus:  his loving family.
Mitzi's new best friend

The only real negative for the year was the election, which was devastating.  I don't usually talk about politics in this blog, but dealing with this is something that we are still trying to wrap our heads around.  Right now, reading about what is happening nationally is too painful, so we have stopped watching, reading, or discussing the news.  I turned off the TV during the entire Reagan administration, so we will be doing that for the next four years as well, I guess.  I have thought and journaled about how I will deal with this. I have decided that I will do what I can to support those who continue the fight--adding more donations to Planned Parenthood and the ACLU, for example--and supporting candidates who do not advocate overthrowing the government and the rule of law. Other than that, I am following Lawrence O'Donnell's advice that, "Optimism is a choice."  And I make that choice.  I plan to pay attention to the beautiful, to the kind, to the insightful.  Read thought-provoking books and articles.  Control what I can control, and that is a lot.  This beautiful world and our wonderful families and friends will still be here for us to enjoy, no matter who is president. No jousting at windmills; that is crazy-making. 

We fly the flag every day because we love this country.


Saturday, November 23, 2024

My First Thanksgiving in the Mountains

 When I took the job at Mountain Empire Community College in 1982, I was newly-divorced, after 16 years of marriage and living on my own for the first time in a culture very different from what I had experienced in the past.  The first years were more difficult, but I found the people both at the college and in the community to be very kind--although they weren't quite sure what to make of me.

One of the people I came to know was Raymond, a student who was going through some life transition issues also.  I met him when I happened to hear someone playing an old piano that was in the hallway of Dalton-Cantrell Hall.  The music was wonderful, mostly lively gospel songs--but played with great skill and joy--although he played completely by ear, with no formal training.  I love music, so stopped to listen and talk to him.  As it turned out, he really needed a work study job and asked if I would be willing to hire him.  I didn't really need a work study, but it was traditional for the college profs to hire students who needed jobs in order to go to college, even if they didn't have much for them to do.  Like most of the other students at the college, he was surviving on the Pell Grant and work study wages, living at home with his parents.  

Raymond's family lived in the Rye Cove/Clinchport area, which was south of the college.  He didn't have a car, so in order to get to school, he would catch a ride to the main highway with a relative who was going south to work in Kingsport. Then, Raymond would hitchhike the 20 miles north to the college.  He always had to leave early, because he was never sure when someone would pick up a lone male hitchhiker by the side of the road.  

When Thanksgiving time came around, Raymond found out that I had no family in the area and wasn't going anywhere for the holiday.  Family is incredibly important to mountain people, so he asked his family if he could invite me to join them.  They kindly accepted, so I was able to have a wonderful holiday with them.

The meal was at his grandmother's house, which was a small, neat bungalow next to the highway, across from the Clinch River.  If I remember the story correctly, Raymond's late grandfather had farmed the bottom land on the other side of the river.  He had to row a boat over the river every day to work the farm. The house didn't have a dining room, so we were all around a table in the cozy kitchen. I don't remember how many people were there, but I'd say about 10--all family except for me.  

We had a delicious, traditional Thanksgiving meal; then afterwards, all went to the living room, where I encountered another tradition in the family--they all played Bible trivia.  Raymond's father was a preacher at a small church he had started himself.  Unlike my father, who had gone to seminary, he had been "called" to preach, and was totally self-taught.  I could tell that the trivia game was a sort of test for me, to see if I knew the Bible as well as they did.  They were pretty amazed that I could answer a lot of the questions, so they decided I was OK for Raymond to work for, I guess.  I'm not sure I lived up to their expectations, since I supported Raymond in doing what he wanted to do with his life.  But that is another story, and not one for this blog.

Raymond worked for me that school year; then frankly, I don't remember what happened to him.  I hope that he is well and living a good life.  I do know that I remember his kindness and the kindness of his family with great gratitude.

Sunday, October 13, 2024

Hurricanes, here and in Florida

 Hurricane #1: Helene

As I'm sure all of you know, our area got hit by devastating winds and flooding due to hurricane Helene.  Many of you have inquired as to how we were affected, so I thought I would let you know:

Here in Johnson City, we were not affected at all.  We had three days of deluge, and one day of wind gusts to 60 mph, but our power didn't go out, and there was no flooding.  TVA has dams on the local rivers, and they were able to deal with the rain.  Just a few miles away in the towns on rivers that aren't dam-controlled, there was extensive flooding, loss of power and water, and all the things you have seen and heard about.  The I 26 bridge on the Nolichucky River that was washed out is very close to us--just a few exits up the road.  Of course, North Carolina was the hardest hit.  All those little communities that were washed away or destroyed are very close.  Everyone from the top of the Blue Ridge Parkway down to the Tennessee border is still digging out.  Those that have passable roads are coming here to Johnson City to buy food, gas,  get cash, and have cell service.  Since there is no power, the stores in the mountains are taking cash only, if they are open at all. The first day after the storm, I went to Food City, and it was virtually empty of food.  However, within a day, all stores were restocked, thanks to the amazing response from the parent companies. 

The astounding thing has been the wonderful response from all aspects of society.  Federal, state, and local emergency management people really had their acts together.  The coordination to get food, water, generators, and other emergency aid into the area was astounding.  People have come from all over the country and Canada to help.  Every time we get on I 26, we see power company trucks from far-flung places, trucks hauling earth-moving equipment, and other relief supplies.  National guard and private helicopters bring in aid where the trucks can't reach.  The helicopters brought the wounded here to the hospital in Johnson City, so for a few days, we had constant helicopter traffic over our house. FEMA has been on the ground helping people, setting up centers throughout the area. The World Central Kitchen and other relief organizations have served thousands of hot meals every day--contracting with local restaurants that weren't destroyed to make the food.

Power Company Personnel

Helicopter traffic over Johnson City one day

Mules go where trucks and helicopters can't go.

Highway scene
 

Of course, mountain people are resourceful and civic minded.  They step up to help each other in times of trouble.  Unfortunately, there also is a part of the population that is very suspicious of "the government," so there are awful rumors on social media about FEMA and what it supposedly is or isn't doing.  However, our local, state, and national politicians have been very vocal in their support of FEMA and other federal assistance, asking people to make use of the services and to please stop fear mongering.

It will be years before everything is back to normal, but some towns that had less damage are opening up again.  The Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia reopened; Appalachian State University in Boone, NC welcomed back its students; water lines are being rebuilt and rerouted; temporary bridges are being built; power is being restored.  The resiliency of humankind is remarkable.

Hurricane #2: Milton

As many of you know, my 91-year-old brother Art and his wife Dolores live in Punta Gorda, Florida, which was recently hit by hurricane Milton.  Luckily, they were not in the direct path of the hurricane, but they were in the evacuation area a bit further south.  They wisely chose to go to a daughter's home in Sebring, in central Florida, to ride out the storm.  When they got back home, they found that the power was on, although it had been off for seven hours, and their rental home had no water incursion or damage.  There were lots of downed trees, however, that the HOA and other residents were dealing with.  We are all so thankful that they chose to evacuate and that they suffered no serious effects from the storm.

Art and Dolores: If you want to add anything else from your perspective, feel free to comment.