Archive for February, 2007
More Competitions in Myrtle Beach ’06
Saturday, February 17th, 2007
So far the score of racking up trophies in Myrtle Beach condo competitions was this: Briana – 2, Brittney- 1, Brad – 1, Ashleigh – 0. Ashleigh wanted to get a trophy, dammit, and there was nothing that was going to stop her. When there was a trivia contest with a trophy going to the winner announced, she even had my Mom take her to the local library to find the answers to a batch of puzzlers about the city of Myrtle Beach. She nearly swept this contest – only missing a half a point – but some other numbskull had turned in the form with all of the correct answers. Read the rest of this entry »
Protected: The First Time I Saw KISS
Friday, February 16th, 2007Stone Mountain
Thursday, February 15th, 2007
Although it would not have been my first choice of places to spend our last full day of the 15th International Sons of the Desert Convention, I did enjoy our day at the Stone Mountain amusement park in Atlanta, Georgia. We had nearly had our fill of long bus rides as we boarded yet another one to transport us from Augusta to Georgia. Also on the down side was the fact that Bob had to depart that afternoon for his trip to South Africa and the Wileys opted not to go on the trip since Jimmy was not feeling up to a day in the hot sun. He had braved most of the convention despite undergoing chemotherapy for lymphoma, but understandably sat out this day, and avoided the hot sun. Read the rest of this entry »
1985 Easter Photos
Wednesday, February 14th, 2007
Easter fell on April Fools Day in 1985. Thus, less than a week after Great Grandma Murphy’s funeral and again we were having a gathering at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house on Kruss. I don’t have any specific memories of the holiday, but know that we conducted our usual Easter Egg hunt. For many years, someone would always prepare colored hard-boiled eggs and every family member would have one (with our name written on it in white crayon) hidden somewhere in the house of the Easter host. After we ate lunch, we would engage in a hunt to find our own specific egg. Finding others didn’t count. These were always enjoyable affairs that I remember fondly. Read the rest of this entry »