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.

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.

Duct Tape, Windex and Neosporin…What more do you need?

Sitting in the front Italianate garden today with the boys, my parents and friend Ann. The conversation is always interesting. For instance, Alex made the comment with regard to his Courage Museum Presentation about WWII, “I would bring a Chinese made weapon as a sample, but they have banned guns from school.” Conversation about such things and how long a cockroach can live without its head are prevalent. Even the idea of sending farm raised shrimp to mingle with our general native shrimp population to dilute the strength of our stock raised its head. Interesting stuff…HOWEVER…and there is almost always a HOWEVER…

Alex, my youngest determined that most anything can be solved by fixing it with duct tape, treating it with Windex or our friend Ann’s thought that Neosporin can cure most ailments eventually took over the conversation. Alex felt that if a submarine sprung a leak, then you should add duct tape. If you get a zit, then according to the wisdom of My Big Fat Greek Wedding, you should apply Windex. Ann was amazed on Easter that she grew up not knowing the power of Neosporin for the curative powers within. All that and Alex thinks he is seeing Starlings floating about in the air above us…I think it is just our friend, another Ms. Ann (Starling) …circling above like the angel she is and enjoying the conversation. My mom thinks that she is just enjoying the Friday night laughter. I think she is right. Drew is in the garage playing keyboards as background music…specifically… Jump by Van Halen…must have been the live concert last night. In any case, duct tape, music, Windex or Neopsporin…this is a well-glued group with lots of love and healing laughter.

Auntie B Loves Jackson T…

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Alex, Drew and Jackson hunt Easter Eggs 2012. Alex turned 11 and Jackson turned 2!

Dear Baby J…Jackson T…
Love you, Love you
From Auntie B…

Your bright blue eyes
filled with curious wonder
watch from two feet high
your cousins like brothers

Yeah Ball! Yeah Elmo!
Run like crazy baby!
Love to watch you go!
Watching, doing, Yeah Me!

Go, go, go Jackson T!
Love you, love you…
From Auntie B…

Channeling Audrey Hepburn…or Happy Birthday Anita

ImageThe busy weekend included the celebration of my friend, Anita’s birthday…She is pretty comfortable being 40, especially since she looks about 29! The week preceding the party was a celebration of Anita’s many creative talents. She had envisioned her grand staircase no longer covered in carpet, but sanded, stained and turned out like the grand entrance it was meant to be. Her daughter, Kelly, was the beneficiary of the flow of creative energy. A bright green “lounge” complete with art-deco touches now occupies the former “beigeness” of the corner bedoom. Lucky Kelly-although it was her splatter-art panels that pulled the whole place together.

The piece de resistance was revealed as my tour entered the guest bedroom. A stunningly warm room with handmade bedspread, crystal lamps, heavenly candles and reclaimed furniture painted black was all watched over by the smokey eyes of Audrey Hepburn in a Breakfast At Tiffany’s pose. As I stood in the room admiring my friend’s talents, I was reminded of those qualities that make Anita such a beautiful person. Her own poise, beauty and grace is evident each and every time she opens her home to her friends-which is pretty often. I think she just might be channeling Audrey Hepburn. As for me…I am kind of a Katharine Hepburn gal who can appreciate a work of art.

Fist of Influence

Spotlight By Fist Of Influence

Three teens from Grayson, GA have produced their first song. Drew Serrero, Ben Snowden and Brian Wilson have been playing together for two years and have performed live at their middle school talent show and with the band Guilty Pleasure. Enjoy!

3.14…How Far Can YOU Go?

Sheldon Cooper (Big Bang Theory) indicates that teachers knew he was amazing when he could recite Pi well beyond the ‘nth degree. My kids can go about 12 places or so without practicing. I struggle to decide whether I want key lime or blueberry.

Pi is an interesting concept and lots of fun to teach because the kids in class seem to “get” it in a domino effect. Abstract lessons are often like that. The teacher and co-teacher present the material per the math manuals, but when something like Pi comes along, it is time to celebrate some math! A few kids get the idea first and then pass along their view of how it works to others and so on. By the end of a class period all sorts of kids are challenging each other to decipher and then memorize the string of numbers that make up this cool tool.

Circling around to the beginning, Pi becomes more than math or a tasty slice of heaven…it becomes a challenge to take it as far as it can go…