Budweiser Clydesdales

Outside of St. Louis, we stumbled upon Grants Farm where we saw a fenced-in paddock on the side of the road with several Clydesdales quietly grazing.  We pulled off the road and walked up to the fence and this gentle giant came promptly over to visit.

Many of the Clydesdales owned by Anheuser-Busch are raised here. Theses Stables house about 35 mares, stallions and foals.

Spring Break With My Grandparents in Florida: 1982

Not many 17 year olds want to spend spring break with their grandparents, but then again, you never met my grandparents.

My Grandparents
My Grandparents at Epcot

I say that this blog is for me and going back through old pictures my brain goes on a journey of great memories and places I have been, including the spring of 1982.

Since I can remember, grandma and grandpa always have taken me places and it was always a great time.  Especially this trip.

I flew into Sarasota from Dallas where they picked me up in grandpa’s VW bus.  I am still not sure why he had that!?! … Continue reading

Wright Brothers National Memorial

Kitty hawk is one of those places you always want to visit and I believe it has always been on my bucket list.  We went a considerable distance out of our way to visit the Wright Brothers National Memorial near Kill Devil Hills on the Outer banks of North Carolina.

Photo of the First Flight at Kitty Hawk
Photo of the First Flight at Kitty Hawk, December 17th, 1903

This is a fairly minimal historic site with a small museum that includes replicas of both the Wright Glider and the Wright Flyer.   Outside are markers showing the flights made by the Wright Brothers and a replica of their hanger and living quarters.

The site also has the Wright Brothers Monument atop Kill Devil Hill and a spectacular bronze sculpture called First Flight.

We were in the outer banks during off-season, but it was a wonderful drive through the North Carolina countryside and worth this long detour.

Amish in Tennessee

When I lived in Nashville in the eighties, work occasionally took me to Lawrenceburg, Tennessee.  Just on the outskirts of Lawrenceburg is a small community of Etheridge mostly occupied by the Amish.  Back then I just saw the horse and buggies and never ventured into their farmland.

I wanted to take my kids through the area and we ended up stopping at an Amish store and found out that each farm sold various goods.  They even had a map for us.  We started following the map and came to our first homestead where their was a hand painted sign that said Jams and Jellies.  We were not sure what to do, so we started slowly up the dirt drive.

Meeting the Amish was interesting.  We were a little nervous as we had no clue as to etiquette and certainly did not want to be rude.  We met several women and a young man and I would not describe their demeanor as friendly, however they were not rude either.  They also had no issues taking our money.  We picked up some scarfs, jams, and even some salsa.  We also bought a hand-made basket that was truly made solid with good craftsmanship.

Their farms were very beautiful and tranquil and it was quite the step back in time.

It was interesting that the local businesses such as Dollar General even had “hitching posts” for their horse-drawn buggies.

Downtown Nashville

Going back home after 20 years was quite the experience.  I was very disappointed in the commercialization of Brentwood and Franklin.  Gone were the 2 lane country roads and farmland replaced by malls, hotels and restaurants.

Downtown Nashville has changed drastically also but, in my opinion, for the better.  The downtown area used to be an unwelcoming place full of peep shows and dives.  Nashville has gotten smart and embraced the Country Music and transformed the downtown area into a beautiful thriving tourist attraction.

From Tootsies to “Crazy Arms”

Thirty years ago I spent a lot of time on Broadway (Lower Broad) in Nashville fostering my love for live music and country music. Especially at a very famous old Honky Tonk called Tootsies. Lower Broad is much different today from when I was there in the mid-eighties. I would bravely and cautiously venture into Nashville… Continue reading From Tootsies to “Crazy Arms”