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What’s On YOUR Sippy Cup?

Drew gets a new sippy cup for his 14th birthday...

Drew gets a new sippy cup for his 14th birthday…

Today, my oldest son will turn 14 and we thought that sippy cups were a thing of the past for us. Even his 2 and a half year old nephew says he gets a “big boy” cup. However, with the increasingly electric world that seems to surround us, the thought of an “open cup” is a disaster most of the time. In fact, we have a “covered cup policy” when anywhere outside of the kitchen. There is the Macintosh for video editing and the amazing creations meant for Garage Band. Both boys have computers and I am pretty mobile with my laptop for the freelance kind of life. Spills can spell true disaster for any of us, even if it is a keyboard or mouse.

With all this in mind, my mother, affectionately called “Ditdo”, set out last week to find the oldest a really cool Tervis Tumbler with the UGA Bulldogs on it. This quest led to a discussion of those covers with the accordion straws vs the coffee type sipper on it. We determined that, after years of trying to wash those accordion straws, that it was much cleaner to go with the coffee type cover. What this really boiled down to was that we had just gotten him a giant sized, no-sweat sippy cup. Having a Georgia Bulldog on it was just a perk that made it palatable for a teenager…

Now that you have thought about it…what’s on YOUR sippy cup? Better yet…what’s IN your sippy cup?

YES! There IS Hockey in Snellville!

Jr. Gladiators Celebrate National Championship with Maximus Lion!

It is a widely reported phenomenon among the hockey families that the most common public response to the wearing of one of our SGAA Sports HOCKEY shirts is something like, “There’s HOCKEY in Snellville?” You bet there is!

Despite the fact that there is no ice on our TWO rinks, fast-paced hockey does take place on local, national and international levels. This past Spring, SGAA Sports Dual Deck Arena even hosted teams from the Cayman Islands (Mostly Canadians…) during the ECHO Tournament. It was some intense competition and a great time was had inside the rink and at the outside tailgates.

Inline hockey is a family sport for certain. Even foreign-exchange students get in on the act. For a second year in a row, the Branch family is hosting a young man from Spain. Jaime and Manuel both came to America to play soccer and maybe dabble in football and lacross…but hockey grabbed their attention…They can’t help it-there are three boys already in the house plus their cousins who all have hockey sticks in hand.

SGAA Sports is for Girls Too!

The game is not for boys only. Very pretty young ladies play the sport and never ask for any special treatment because they are girls. These lovely young ladies are often found in the penalty box on any given weekend…just like the boys…plus, they are both school and community leaders.

Penalty!

Penalty Box…2 Minutes!

Part of the family feeling at SGAA  comes from the fact that it began as a small-town organization in 1966. Back then, they didn’t have hockey, but SGAA Sports has been a family-oriented group since its inception. This year, it was determined that something had to be done to offer an affordable action sport to local youth. Tim Gaines, SGAA director says, “We wanted to offer something affordable to get kids active.” The rate for first-time players was lowered to $50 and a “gear locker” was created by the SGAA Hockey Families. “Kids can borrow equipment from the  locker,” says Gaines. “It helps keep the cost down.”

SGAA Sports Inline Hockey Players Shift Change

After making the game more affordable, the organization then went so far as to offer a free clinic called “Learn To Skate” which takes place on Wednesday nights. Many kids come in wobbling on street-skates and end up screeching around on hockey inlines just a few lessons later. “It is amazing what happens when you give a kid a hockey stick and let ’em go,” says long-time volunteer coach Jack Britt.

Inline Hockey National Championship Game

So yes, the answer to the question is definitely…YES! There IS hockey in Snellville, GA. Just ask one of the hockey moms or dads. There are plenty of fans in the stands who keep the flow of sports drinks, snacks and cheering going for our players.

Maximus Lion

Gladiator’s Mascot…Maximus Lion loves inline hockey too!

Even Maximus Lion, mascot of our local ECHL Gwinnett Gladiators team is a HUGE inline fan. Community Relations Director, Jim Hall adds, “We love the youth hockey teams-they are some of our biggest fans.” Even though the SGAA kids play on rolling skates instead of blades, the game is still fast, fun and affordable. Check it out today!

Online registration is now open for the Winter session of Youth Inline Hockey thru Nov 1st at www.sgaasports.com.

FREE LEARN TO PLAY/LEARN TO SKATE program is moving to WEDNESDAYS from 6 to 7 PM.  Hopefully, this will allow families more time to get to the rink.  If you plan to attend on Oct 17th, please email tgaines@sgaasports.com.

Special Birthday…Special Person

Finding your way in this life can take tremendous patience and a “try, try again” attitude. This attitude is pretty prevalent among those whom I am blessed to call “friend” and it takes all kinds of friends. Birthdays are a wonderful time to celebrate those gifts.Giving, especially from the heart, is certainly called for. Cards, texts and FB postings are pretty easy, but when you have the chance, something more should be written…

So, that being said, my friend Laura-who has, according to local gossip, about 19 kids-is one of those girls who keeps her finger on the pulse of many. It may be a week before a call or text is made, but she is just as likely to drop in with a bottle of wine or-even better- a granddaughter to play with. She manages to homeschool, be a hockey mom and still stay faith-filled with a study of her bible-much of which is permanently committed to her ADHD brain and useful for both a soothing balm or a competitive round of trivia. Strength is both her ally and enemy at once. Sometimes, like most moms and wives, she pushes herself beyond pain and fatigue to make certain all of her 6 “real” and the scads of “itinerant” children have food, clothing, shelter and most importantly, time & love. 

This week, it is her birthday. She is just like me and most of my girlfriends…39 and holding. I hope she takes some time to get her hair highlighted and that her family does their chores, minds their manners and remembers to hug her back when she offers her love. It isn’t much to ask, but all she would really want. Well, that and if her husband would throw some steaks on the grill…that might make her day. In the meantime, I think some of the girls and I will find some time to open a bottle in her honor…after all…birthdays are a great reason to celebrate! 

Hey! Pastor Rick…Watch THIS!

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Videos are a dime a dozen on the web. Well, so are blogs…but that isn’t what we are talking about here…we are talking about an exceptionally gifted videographer who walks the walk…and gives freely of his  talents for the benefit of those doing God’s work. I am a little biased, but my baby brother is quite talented with an eye for the important details.

After watching the video Fishing With PR (Pastor Rick), I had to laugh at all the commentary from parents dodging fishing hooks, the videographer (Steve Volpert) ducking flying lines and Pastor Rick remaining his calm, cool collected self among the many rods attached to the children of his flock. There were tender reminders to “watch behind you”, “you might want to stand this way”, “here you go” and “you have to use the little fish to catch a bigger fish”. But the most hilarious comment of the day belonged to a sweet kid about 8 years old who said in his biggest, most excited voice, “HEY! Pastor Rick…WATCH THIS!” Now, the camera caught the smile on this child’s face, but the tone was unmistakable. The fisherman was teaching his “men” to fish. A lesson in learning to be a fisher among men is a hard one to teach with just crayons, paper or words…it takes a motivated teacher to create a lasting impression on wee ones. And enthusiasm. It takes enthusiasm which is rewarded by the enthusiasm mirrored in the voices of the smallest ones. Catching enthusiasm on film takes a patient and steady filmmaker. As with fishing…the best stuff comes to those with patience and a keen eye, but sometimes it helps when someone yells WATCH THIS! 

Homecoming…South Gwinnett Alumni 2012

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Tammy singing Faithfully by Journey

Homecoming…SGHS Reunion and Rock Concert
Beth Volpert

The flowers alone were enough to transport many of the South Gwinnett High School alumni back in time. Mrs. Gloria Still outdid herself at the request of the reunion committee to “reproduce” the much-loved giant white Homecoming mums with a simple Comet Blue pipe cleaner shaped into an “S” and placed on top. She wasn’t sure at first that she could find a big supply, but the lady came through! While the flowers, memorabilia case, concert jerseys, letter jackets, cheerleader uniforms, tube socks and record albums (Complete with the HotLanta HomeCookin’ releases!) decorated the beautiful high wood-beamed ceilings of the Gwinnett Environmental and Heritage center, the real highlight was the music. Song always was…and still remains…the same for the attendees who spanned the classes of 1978 to 1987.

The planning began about three minutes after a huge multi-year reunion in 2009.  It seemed that despite the games on the big screens inside along with the bars, food and photo shows, most folks wandered outside to stand in the chilly autumn night just to hear live music from the era. That night, it was determined that the next reunion would include and be centered around a rock-n-roll concert featuring some of our own alumni talent. It didn’t hurt that one of our own who had performed on one of those HotLanta HomeCookin’ albums had married a favorite radio personality from the station of choice, 96ROCK. Laura Peters had an “in” with JohnBoy Bryant and we suddenly had a Master of Ceremonies who could bring back the memories with just the sound of his voice.

It was that voice that introduced the folks who were instrumental in turning the normal “doorprize” offerings into an auction to benefit another alum. The Auction for Aimee idea took hold and raised $3,500. Snellville has changed over the years, but the years have not changed the idea of “hometown” and caring for your neighbors.

That same voice introduced the committee members headed by Cal Cooper. Cal held tight to the idea that more than 500 would likely attend the event and although numbers were not trending that way close to a month prior to the event, just after Labor Day, the RSVP’s began to pour in. “The Reunion” became the talk of the town. Snellville was buzzing with questions about the signage dotting every corner (thanks to the mayor for permission…). Even Brookwood High School joined up and alerted their first graduating classes to the party. Following a 1980 split-session year, Brookwood High School opened. Many of those first Brookwood graduates had also attended SGHS coming up through Snellville Middle to create a vast membership in “The Reunion”. The committee worked hard to spread the word that all were welcome and it would be an event not to be missed.

And the song…the music took center stage. There is a certain feeling that the era of the late 70’s and early 80’s music can create with the first note. That feeling took over quickly and transported the 500 +/- attendees from 2012 to 1980! The music, organized by 1984 grad Tommy Taylor, centered around school dance and 96ROCK after school playlists. Musicians from among the alumni rotated on and off stage all night playing favorites spanning many genres. Journey, Prince, Tom Petty and Led Zepplin, among others, brought out the dancers. And dance they did! The floor was covered all night long. Slow dancing was still a crowd favorite all these years later, especially when Tammy Shirley Tompkins gave her all with a beautiful rendition of Faithfully. Laughing faces could be seen in the glow of the show lights as well as cell phones and iPods as attendees shared photos of children and grandchildren.

The organizers stayed busy all night making sure everything went smoothly. Bar owner and alum, Glenda Bramlett  maintained a tightly-run bar and efficient crew. Professional help at all levels of the event helped make it enjoyable for everyone. At the end of the night, the volunteers stood back and waved “see ya‘ll” with satisfied smiles and tired feet.  Planning began again that night, about three minutes after the doors closed with the statement, “Next time we need to…” Chances are there will be music. Even though time passes…the song really has remained the same.

http://www.southgwinnettreunion.com or https://www.facebook.com/groups/SGHSREUNION/

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Glenda Bramlett and Tommy Taylor ready for the reunion.

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Organizer Cal Cooper shows the reunion concert t-shirts to Pam Marsh Hughes

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.

How To Clean Your Electric Skillet?

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Not sure what Mom is thinking today…

 

 

 

Around our house, anything can happen. We have a grandfather named Dado, a grandmother named Ditdo, twin sister cats, an English Pointer Bird Dog who thinks she is a cat, two boys (one teen and one tween) plus mom. Like I said, with that combo, anything can happen and when it does, it is generally best to view it as entertainment.

Ditdo and Dado like to bargain hunt. It is like an obsession with “old people”.They are the ones who fully embrace the Senior Discount and pursue it like a, well, Bird Dog…So, when it came time to retire the old electric skillet-we use it for most any kind of cooking and it comes in right handy when camping- they set about  to find a bargain. And they did…but, that is another story…Thanks Target!

Today, Ditdo decided to make some blueberry pancakes. The bargain on the blueberries at the farmer’s market is a topic for yet another blog. She brought out the new electric skillet and began to assemble the few parts required to make the appliance functional. That was about the time I left for a job. When I came home, there were pancakes in the fridge all ready for tomorrow’s breakfast and I found the above pictured scene next to the stove. Now, I am not sure what Ditdo had to do to get that skillet assembled, but I would have loved to been a fly on the wall when she went for the hammer…entertaining, I am sure.

 

Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory…

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Earl Volpert sings with his Stone Mountain Barbershop Chorus for the first time since triple bypass a short 5 weeks ago. (Top far left)

We call my dad by many names. For the grandsons, most of the neighborhood kids,and the hockey and soccer teams, he is affectionately known as Dado. The chorus he sings with just call him Earl or the Big E. Much of the family has known him as Butch.  For my mom and the family who have watched him struggle for several months with what turned out to be three blocked arteries, he is known as Chief Mended Heart.Whatever name he might be known or by whom, he is a man with a big heart and a booming bass that was gloriously and most clearly heard during his first public performance since his triple bypass just five short weeks ago. The folks at Gwinnett Medical could be proud of their “poster child” for bypass. But is was the eclectic crowd who gathered to listen to the voice they have come to cherish who made it most remarkable. For the ones who call him Dado, there were both the seasoned listeners and the kids who were new to this genre of music. Reports were that it was great to hear Dado sing and that even though they were “just kids” it was kinda “cool”. There was family and there were friends who came to listen and to cheer and clap for The Big E. But whatever the audience called him, they all sat silently to listen to his voice as it brought out the deep and abiding reverence that is due when singing the words Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory Of The Coming Of The Lord…for Dad…he has seen that Glory just a little too recently and the words seemed to have more meaning this rendition. Whatever the reason, his voice rang strongly on the stage and captivated his personal audience who all felt grateful to have the chance to hear the voice they have long cherished proclaiming the glory of the day.