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Funny Farm

Husband and I are spending an extensive ten days with his family on their farm. Here, they raise grandchildren, wine, houses, and dogs. 
Seventy Five. Seventy five acres is where the Cagles call home. All five. Each child has two acres squared off for them to use at their discretion. Eventually, we will move an ancient farm house to Will's two acres. On his (our) two, he (we) has (have) beautiful long leafs, a pond, and a winding trail ready to be made into a driveway. Don't get any ideas-- this will be our farm house, and a home away from home for when we visit. And it won't be any time soon. We dream. And we plan. Fifty. Fifty catfish in the pond fished by nephews, nieces, and uncles. Notsomuch on the aunts, daughters, or daughters in law. Forty Six. Forty six months since Will has had this kind of time off. (April, 2007.) Forty Two. Forty two months since we have been here for longer than two days. The excruciating time when Cathering & Charner almost lost their baby, J…

To Strike, please, Lightening

I confessed today to a friend that my road block of writers block was getting the best of me. A blog was hammered out shortly thereafter, and the thought was there, but the heart was not. Little did I know, that my block was really quite pale in comparison to my family and their battles.  My sweet cousin, Tara, and her husband, Turner, have just made a commitment to their son, Brennan, and his fourth transplant, this time with Tara’s cells. So, tonight I sat down and put words to an email in a note to her. With the confessions they share to thousands over the CarePages, I do not think she will mind me sharing my secret message to her:   Tara,
Oh the weight on your shoulders must be such a heavy burden. I've been thinking about this 4th transplant and that they saved the best for last.  While you and Turner conceived your boys and they carry the combined blood of the two of you throughout all 3... You carried him, you grew him, you fed his brain, his organs, his heart, and his soul insi…

I'll have the veal

It’s been cold. Cold like too-cold to go outside. Eileen is not a fan of her new stroller (she hates the damn thing) and refuses to get in. The only thing she hates more than her stroller is the foot muff/sleeping bag/lime green snuggle that keeps her toasty warm.  Hates it. So, we spend a lot of time indoors looking at the sunshine from outside. We have had minimal snow. Really, a depressing amount. Not enough to pile up, but enough to create icy sidewalks, which does not make a difference to these Georgia girls, as, aforementioned, we do not go outside. Husband has just come off an incredibly difficult schedule, so we actually get to see him for more than 20 minutes a day. It’s a nice change-- no longer being a single-parent. The other day I was complaining (no other word for it-- complaining) to a friend in a similar boat as her husband has just started up a new insurance house in Greensboro. We both live in tight quarters with babes who are weeks apart. Lucky for her as my glass is …

Straight Plagiarism, take two....

Our dear friend Boone Knox passed away today. Boone wore his Brennan Bracelet loyally and with pride throughout his own fight with cancer. The last thing he said to me was, “I’m going to put in a good word for your boy when I get up there.” I know you will Boone. We love you and appreciate you. For those of you who read this carepage tonight, I urge all of you who believe in the power of prayer to join our prayer of gratitude for Boone, and for countless others we love who have gone before us. Thanks for the love that they shared with us, and which we now have to share with our families, friends and the people we will meet down the road. May this love that lives forever guide our hearts and our minds to make the right decisions in all that we do. And while you are at it, please say a prayer for Brennan's ANC to kick in. Feel free to pass this request along. Love from Memphis. NTS

Hmm....

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A baby gate is supposed to keep babies out of areas...

A little research...

So, some of these names have struck me that we visited yesterday...

Remember Lt. Mitchell? The one who wanted the juice? Well... it turns out...

http://www.mitchellfoundation.org/biography.html

He's kinda a big deal...

Oh, and those codes that looked a little crazy?
Well... that guy is a great American...
LM & 2 OLC means Legion of Merit & 2 Oak Leaf Crests
BSM & 3 OLC means Bronze Star & 3 Oak Leaf Crests (or clusters, I can't remember)
AM & 19 OLC means Award of Merit & 19 OLC!

I tip my hat to him and his patriotism.

Charlotte? The woman I want to be like-- beautiful, kind, and beloved? She christened the USS Grampus. Her husband served in the navy for five wars... not five years, five WARS totaling fifty years and sixth months. When he retired, his speech to Annapolis concluded with, "The first fifty years were the hardest."

hah. I want to learn more about the woman behind the man, but we all have to start somewhere.

More as I have more tim…

A beautiful day in the neighborhood.

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William E. has a project due tomorrow, so the Rachel P. & Patricia E. packed up on this cool late morning and headed to see Arthur C., my great grandfather, Elise S. (doesn't roll off the tongue quite as well), and Annie D. (great-great aunt?) at Arlington Cemetery.

We are special folks by getting to actually drive into Arlington and wind our way to the oldest part of the cemetery to greet the Ducats. Patricia E. leapt out of her car seat and beelined straight to him. She has squeaky shoes and wanted to show them off.


Some children learn their letters and numbers with pen, paper or Sesame Street. My kid? Oh, we learn it the old school way, literally. "That's right, Eileen, that is a 'D'. Do you see the 'A'?"
"Ayeeeee."
They say that babies (and animals) can see and hear things that we can't, like angels. When E had free reign running around her great-great grandfathers grave.... wait, am I a generation off? Is Arthur C. my great? or my …

Was there a doubt she wasn't mine?

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