Hanging On The Moon

Synonymous with “Best thing since sliced bread.” “Hung the moon” is an idiom that is used commonly to explain how great something or someone is, but I can’t find where it originated. I went to Carolina Beach with my hubby this week.  He said you can hang on the moon and it will remind you that I hung the moon for you.

If you know how it originated, you can let me know.  This moon I’m hanging on is right around the corner from Britt’s Doughnuts on the Boardwalk.  Remember that place ~ where 6 is not enough!!



I have been enjoying my annual month visit at Oak Island, NC.  For two weeks I have been without internet connection.  It has really been a blessing because it has forced me to truly take some rest and relaxation time.  That is something I definitely do not do often.  Today I discovered a new trail to the beach. I took a picture to show the ocean view at the end.  I love this beach!!  Wish you could be here with me.



This Too Shall Pass…

“When you find yourself cocooned in isolation and despair and cannot find your way out of the darkness, remember that this is similar to the place where caterpillars go to grow their wings.”

— Author Unknown

It has been a long season of physical therapy and healing for my shoulder.  It limits my time on the computer among so many other activities, but I am starting to see some daylight at the end of the tunnel and will embark on a new adventure soon.

monarch coccoon


Reminiscing About My Daddy.

Our 2016 year started off a little rocky with my daddy being hospitalized with his copd causing dangerous issues.  I am grateful for God giving him his strength and strong will which resulted in him being able to return home.  In my quiet time, I have more often been thanking God for the parents and family he gave me.  I decided to list some of my favorite memories growing up with my daddy.

Fishing on many stream banks for trout.

Holding his hand at many Canton Labor Day parades.

Canton Labor Day rides.

Going with him to garages while he was restoring an old Jaguar convertible.

His homemade peanut brittle.

His homemade oyster stew.

He got me started eating raw oysters and loving them.

He found several pearls from oysters and kept them in a kitchen cabinet.  One time he let me hold one.  I dropped it and it was never found.  I felt so bad about that.

Him taking me to the swimming pool at Enka Lake.

Listening to his records by Merle Haggard and Hank Williams, Sr.

Taking me to civic center to see Boots Randolph and Stella Parton.

Watching for him to walk home from work at noon to eat lunch.

Drinking a whole pot of coffee from percolator pot.

Driving all the way to Tucamcari, New Mexico before stopping to sleep on our trip to California.

He bought me a cowboy hat when we were in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I was so proud of it.

On our long trips he made me in charge of reading the map.

On one of our beach trips, he jumped waves with me so long that I dreamed I was jumping waves that night.

Teaching me to shoot his guns by shooting at bottles.

Teaching me archery with target attached to straw bales.

Receiving my own bow and arrows as an Easter present. ( I still have this)

Walking many golf courses with him and  Uncle Harold.

Him going out to find yellow root and returning to make tea from it.

He always had a camera in a brown case that he took with us on vacations.

Riding with him on his motorcycle on the parkway.

I will never forget his cute saying when Charlie’s Angels was popular.  He said Kate Jackson is the type of girl you take home to meet your mama.  Jaclyn Smith is the type you take home to meet your daddy.  Farrah Fawcett is the type you take home when no one is home.

So many fun and happy memories to thank my daddy for!


The gypsies in North Augusta

On our way to Augusta you go through many quaint little towns.  The community right before entering North Augusta, SC is an attention grabber.  It is home to a gypsy neighborhood.  There are only a few of these  in the U.S.  There are about 400 gypsies in this community.  They own huge mansions and have trailers behind their homes.  A lot of the homes are closed up with wood on the windows as if a hurricane is coming.   People in the area say that they leave these homes boarded up for about 7 years in order for spirits to leave the house.  In the meantime, they live in these little trailers behind the house.  I was reading some old news clippings from the Augusta newspaper.  They said the gypsies are a very tight group and keep to themselves.  They still have arranged marriages with their cousins to keep outsiders from entering the group.  They are also staunchly catholic.  Here is one of the houses boarded up.  All the houses look very similar in design.  You can’t see the single wide trailer that sits in the backyard.


Haunted Pillar in Augusta, Georgia

I used to travel with my d.h. a lot to Augusta, but recently I was either working or had a puppy in training, etc.  Always something going on.  He had to go to the Morris family meeting which is held twice a year and I thought this time I would ride along.

I was curious about the pillar in downtown when I watched a special on The Weather Channel about it.  It was one of the pillars of the old market that was used like the market in Charleston. In the late 1800’s a preacher came to town and was preaching hell and damnation to the point that many people were feeling uncomfortable and eventually ran him out of town.  Before leaving he put his hand on the pillar and cursed the town.  He swore that the market would be destroyed and nothing would be left standing except the single pillar.  Soon afterwards, an out of the ordinary tornado came through and wiped out the entire market except for the one pillar. The curse is believed to be that anyone touching the pillar will become sick or die.  There are many people who have died or become deathly sick after touching the pillar.  My husband told the people in the meeting that he was taking his wife to see it.  They all said, “Don’t touch it.”