Monthly Archives: June 2012

Hershey Bar Succumbs To Heat…Sad, But True….

Hershey Bar melted in record heat @ the Snellville, GA Walmart…

Today’s visit to our friendly neighborhood Walmart began by circling the parking lot hoping for a decent spot since the asphalt was emitting waves of heat. I don’t have one of those handy-dandy car thermometers, so I am not really sure what the temperature was at the time.  Suffice it to say, it was hot.

As I left my mommy-van, something shiny caught my eye. I am easily distracted…where were we? Oh yeah, something shiny. I stepped up to the curb where I focused in through the waves of heat coming up off of the somewhat gooey tar and saw an even more gooey site. Sadly, it was a dead Hershey bar. Squashed in the prime of life, the Hershey bar was likely destined for a tasty summer chocolate pie or the melty goodness that is a s’more…To go before its time, in the parking lot of the Walmart was sad. I paused and felt sorry for the Hershey bar, took a photo and made my way toward the air conditioned store as quickly as I could wade through those heatwaves.

Inside, lined up neatly, were the brothers in shiny wrappers of the poor chocolate delight dribbling down the parking lot. They looked a little sad, but stalwartly stood side-by-side waiting their turn to become chocolately summer goodness. Hooray for the Hershey bar! Live on!

Yellow River Post Office Hudson-Nash Park

Yellow River Post Office Gwinnett County Park

“I feel like the Lord has blessed us greatly as a family and also as a nation, and yet we are not as humble as I think we ought to be. But when we get in our proper places, I believe He has greater blessings waiting for us.” George Bayliss Hudson 4/13/1863
“I am indeed blessed with family, friends, and community members who love this land as much as me!” Kim Hudson-Hall 6/19/2012

Today, I had the privilege of photographing and reporting on the opening of Gwinnett County’s newest park. The Yellow River Post Office Hudson-Nash Farm is a passive use park featuring many historic buildings that were integral to the growth of Gwinnett County. The very idea of a post office being the absolute “last word” in news of the day…aside from the roadside tavern…is almost lost in the speed of today’s technology. News that took weeks to reach the outermost parts of our nation can now be viewed instantly. Communities depended upon that news no matter how slow or fast that it was delivered.

The park is a testament to the will and drive of communities to provide all that was needed to not only survive, but thrive and grow. School children will be able to visit this park and learn what life was like when Gwinnett County had dirt roads, limited schools, sparse population and few centers of commerce. Those children in attendance today listened to the speakers tell of the family histories connecting them to this land and the surrounding area.

Mrs. Kim Hudson-Hall spoke of the hard work and family values established by her ancestors. Commission Chair, Charlotte (Hall) Nash spoke of history as a lesson to be taught to our children for the purposes of knowing that the county did not always look the way it does today. “I appreciate the leadership shown by Wayne Hill’s efforts in the past to preserve a bit of history amidst considerable growth,” said Ms. Nash. In addition to Hudson-Hall and Nash’s comments, Commissioner, Mike Beaudreau spoke to his own connection to the land in the area and thanked the Hudson and Nash families for their efforts to preserve and maintain family ties to an area affected by massive growth in the previous three decades. “We are temporary stewards of where we live and must leave it better than when we found it,” said Beaudreau.

Overall, it was a beautiful day under a canopy of hardwoods and Georgia pine brought to a fine peak with a performance by Civil War Soldiers firing vintage rifles and a booming cannon. The most beautiful words of the day may have been spoken by the Boy Scouts offering prayer for the guidance of those who are charged with preserving such lands. Simple words from a child made all the difference in the day; for the lessons that the speakers sought to hand down as a legacy were indeed learned by those for whom they were intended.

Hudson Allen Schmidt is the 5th Great Grandson of Thomas Hudson

Ribbon Cutting for New Yellow River Post Office Hudson-Nash Park

Thoughts on Normandy Beach…

Hanging around my youngest kid, Alex, is a bit like living with a red-headed history recording. He watches the Military History Channel more than Spongebob, The Regular Show and MAD TV combined. So, when he realized that today was D-Day, he immediately wanted to know when The Longest Day would be on because he could say John Wayne as clearly as he could say Mama when he was but a small lad of 1 year and that one ranks up there as one of his favorites. You gotta love a kid who preferred  In Harm’s Way to Thomas The Tank Engine.

Now that he is 11 and into karate, hockey, music and other “cool” middle school stuff, he still takes time to stop and say, “Thank you sir for your service,” any time he sees a veteran with one of those caps on his head. For Alex, the present is very important, but the past is also valuable. To quote him at the Interactive Courage Museum that he and his classmates in Mrs. Kristie Horn’s Grayson Elementary Class created this year in order to study the effects of WWII on the past and the present, “You have to study history, because it would be criminal to repeat the lessons we have already learned. All those people would have died for no reason.”

Because my kid has a passionate heart for all things military-from a mostly human standpoint-we will continue to do stuff like drive through Ft. Knox in the rain to visit the Patton Museum, wait for him to take a minute to thank a Vet and spend all day looking for him at places like the Mighty 8th Air Force Museum in Pooler, GA. Because, if it were not for kids like him, the impact our past sacrifices have made might just become lost and we would run the risk of repeating an avoidable tragedy. God Bless the Troops…past and present.

Venus…was her name…

The Goddess Venus Dances Across the Sun

The Goddess Venus Dances Across the Sun…

Frankie Avalon loved her, Bananarama turned her into a very danceable tune, the Lourve can barely contain her and tonight she danced for us across the sun…

I was privy to the joy of many young astronomers tonight who were with the Charlie Elliott Chapter of the Atlanta Astronomy Club. My sweet friend Lesley allowed me to watch Venus’ graceful dance through her telescope as she made her way across the bright late spring sun. We gathered at Bay Creek Park at Lesley’s invitation and shared the ooooh’s and ahhhh’s among the sounds of bats hitting balls during the Allstar games taking place all around us. The sights and sounds of our community created a pleasant hum while we all found something to celebrate. Plus, as anyone from Grayson knows…a freshly crushed snowcone from Ski Bob completes any trip to our community park.

As for me, I thought about the goddess and the mystery of her discovery. An old friend was also in attendance which made me think of an article I wrote and she edited some years ago. It was all about the inner goddess in all women. If I remember correctly, I quoted Liz Phair’s song about being an “average, everyday, sane, psycho supergoddess”. Not sure about being all of those things on any given day, but I am pretty sure that as women on most days we feel like we might have traveled across the sun.  However, if you get the steps right once in a while…like Venus’ trip tonight…then, it is all about the dance.