Chapter Two: The Show Must Go On!

Oh, yes, what an inspiring title . . .not that it will necessarily have any affect on this post, but I'm trying anyways.


A bit after we tried to settle in, my auntie (yes, the hospitable one previously mentioned) and uncle and cousin . . .and cousin's cousin (but not my cousin. . .don't ask me how that works), all came down to visit. The set of three cousins, all related--but not all related to each other--- went on an adventure down to "The South's Favorite Amusement Park--Lake Winnepeseuka" . . . otherwise know as Lake Winnie.
Unfortunately, I don't have digital pics. although my cousin gave me some "hard copies." All that was said to say-well, we roasted . . .red like beets. . . kinda sorta . . .but we had a really great time.

Meanwhile, my aunt and uncle were busily helping my parents as you can see below . . .

So what does Trixie have to say about all this? Well, at first she moped, but that was because of the Awful heat!!!

Shortly after we arrived here, the mission in Dalton held their VBS. We had Clunky the Clown for a visit, along with his wife and daughter, Bethany. Whoever got a certain amount of points got to pie the clown with whipped cream. . .unfortunately he wasn't able to enjoy that wonderful stuff being crammed into his poor face because he is allergic to dairy products!!!

These are some of my LOVELY children!!!

Lovely isn't he? Perhaps later I can share some--more natural expressions. Hope you enjoyed this--comments welcome!!!

The Great Exodus

"So, how did you come to be in Georgia?" you ask.

Ah, my child, that is quite a tale.

Nevertheless,I will share it.

You see, Cincinnati, Home of the Reds,

(yes, Zachary, I hear you cheering!)

was my former home.

I was happy and content, but apparently it came time to move on. Thus, the start of my story.

Loading up our belongings (fewer than before, due to a large yard sale that many of you may remember), in a full sized moving truck and our pick-up, pictured below.
"Was it sad?"

Well, yes.
But, as many of you are aware, I have this great little sense of adventure. This helped to pique my curiosity and I was very excited about the move.

There is a part that I would like to share. I had to say Good-bye to Michaela Shaub the evening before we left. She completely broke down and sobbed as her mother (poor thing) carried her to the car. That was . . .a moving experience. Sniffle.

But I digress. My dearest pet, Trixie Belden, accompanied our--let us say--tour of the countryside, and kept my father good company, as you can see below.

After an overnight stop at the home of my hospitable auntie (trust me, I don't call her that!), we continued on and arrived safely at our new home.

Following a restful night at the Watson's lovely residence, we tackled preparing our new house for all our stuff . . .ALL our stuff. Oh boy.

I must say that the job would have taken an age and an eon and way more energy than we had if we hadn't had the help of some very dear friends that we had met in Texas.

The group pictured are the family and friends of Bro. and Sis. Shields. Bro. Shields's great generosity is the reason that my room is
~PINK~

I would like to mention

that the gentleman on the left is recovering from a recent surgery for colon cancer. He is still very weak, and he and his family would very much appreciate your prayers.