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Thursday, May 14, 2015

POST 1456; CULLODEN, W.V.; MAY 13, 2015






Incredibly, Sally has dismissed me !

I am not now welcome...for any reason.

Claiming she will not give up Claude...Claude who brings her so much hurt... sinks Sally to the depths of depression. despair and anger.at the mention of his name. 

Valiantly trying to convince me that SHE is "bad" and is responsible for the hurts, I have many times  reminded her that "BAD" people do not do the kindly things she does so often for so many

It is time to move on. 

A day or two more work for my wonderful host, Dallas, SAM, SPIA and ME will leave West Virginia. 

No firm plan has been set.  I am physically strong and fit;

I am mentally a shambles.

Enough tears have, for now, been shed.







Saturday, May 2, 2015

POST 1455; CULLODEN, WEST VIRGINIA;; MAY 01, 2015



SPIA is back with SAM and ME from spending one year in storage in Portland, Maine.

The result of an incredible journey from Culloden, West Virginia by automobile to Columbus, Ohio, where I flew "Standby" to Baltimore, Maryland...thence again "Standby" to Portland, Maine.  A 10 minute TAXI ride delivered me to SPIA's parking garage.  Both flights were at the courtesy of Mike, Son In Law of Sally.  Thank you, Mike.

The parking garage offered SPIA's one year parking without cost.  Thank you, John.

I found SPIA with a dead battery.  A cell phone call to Triple A  ("AAA")  resulted in SPIA running like a new car in 10 minutes after a "BOOST" and electronic checkup...all at no cost, as I am a AAA custoimer for many years.

Driving out of the parking garage, I had to deal with a missing rear side window and a "TRASHED" interior...the handiwork of a sloppy THIEF who broke into SPIA, stealing my electronics (Inverter, charging equipment, GPS) , tool box, and other stuff, leaving the interior of SPIA a shambles saturated with glass splinters from the window being ripped from the car.

Visiting the local Portland MALL, purchased some items from SEARS, including 10 quarts of oil to feed the rear main seal oil leak.  The leak used one quart every `100 miles...just enough to get "home" to West Virginia.  Treated myself to a yummy dinner with wine...then slept in SPIA parked in the Portland Mall truck parking area.

Up before daylight, was driving South on I-95, Deadheading to West Virginia.  Planned to stop in a number of scenic  places along the way, but quickly realized SPIA needed to get home before risking losing the rear main seal completely. 

Crossing Manhattan, New York City, took three hours in the biggest traffic jam I ever experienced.

Kept driving to Washington D.C., where I exited I-95 on I-495.  Continued on I-66 to I-81, where I stopped at 11:30 (midnight)...then at 6:00 AM, continued South to I-64...thence to Hurricane, West Virginia, arriving as prayers were being given for the noon Senior Center lunch.

Entire round trip took 49 hours 30 minutes, including two night sleeps inside SPIA. 

Sorry for not stopping for photographs as promised.  Was anxious to return "home" to Sally  Her welcome was pleasant.  We have danced the time away since.  Actually, Sally has taken off "my" ring, setting our relationship back a wee bit.  I am intent on success, however, eventually spending our better years together.





The Tri-State region of OHIO, KENTUCKY and WEST VIRGINIA is the unlucky home for massive DRUG activities.  Daily murders and drug elated arrests occur on the TV News channels.  The above paper is all too true !




SPIA with ripped out side window.  Thief crawled inside, trashing everything and stealing some considerable $$$ worth of tools and electronics.





Massive Traffic JAM approaching the George Washington Bridge as we crawl our way out of Manhattan, New York City.




Sally's Daughter SUZY and husband Mike, taking delivery of their newly purchased Excavator.  Mike is starting work on building their new home in CHERRY HOLLOW.  Have offered to assist, if Mike can find his way to trust this old soul to be of some help.




Excavator being loaded for the short trip to CHERRY HOLLOW...

...continuing below...



















Tie-down detail.





On the way to a new adventure.

* * * * * * * * * *

Me, Too;  the SAGA continues.



Monday, April 27, 2015

POST 1454; CHERRY HOLLOW, WV; 4/26/15


This weekend I was given the privilege to walk some 16 miles from HURRICANE, West Virginia to PORTERSVILLE Baptist Church near the home of Sally.  Following MUD RIVER, Mud River Road leads South toward the village of HAMLIN.

The roadways in this region are said to receive maintenance every six years or so, leaving pot holes, crumbling asphalt,and general disrepair.

Having not walked a long distance for several weeks, my old body still performed well, maintaining a bit over 4 mph, reaching Sally's church in 3 hours - 59 minutes.

Some photographs along the way help understand the endless hills and valleys predominating this region...




Private suspension bridge spanning the MUD RIVER.




Two weeks ago the trees were void of any leaves.




"Hillbilly" homes are found at close intervals along Mud River Road.  "Hillbilly" is used loosely.  Residents are of upper middle class...many properties truly beautiful and well maintained.



















Limited agriculture is visited with a few ranches offering cattle, goats, fowl an other smaller animals offering comfortable subsistence.





Roadways are all too often in need of attention. 




Mud River is often turbulent, although the muddy waters are often tranquil slow moving.



Older barns and smaller out buildings abound.




Once  thriving Country Stores here and there remind of bygone days of penny candy and pickle barrels.





Local dogs love to make like they aim to enjoy a bite or two as I walk past.  A few kindly inviting words quickly turn them into curious friendly critters.  NEVER has any animal threatened me.




Churches are like beads on a string-along Mud River Road...spaced 4 to 5 miles apart .




Intersection of Salt Rock meeting Mud River Road.









A new bridge being built over Mud River.



Suspension walking bridge to a private residence on the opposite side of the river.





(r. - l.)  Sally, Daughter Suzy, and Grand Daughter Anna preparing after church family dinner.  I was allowed to prepare the green salad, mix up the corn bread fixin's, and wash the dirty dishes and clean up after.

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Tomorrow - Tuesday, I travel to Columbus, Ohio, driven by our friend James, to travel by air to Portland, Maine, to fetch SPIA.  Driving back to West Virginia, will stop at a number of interesting places in Massachusettes, Rhode Island, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Maryland, Washington D.C.,  and Virginia; photographing and blogging as I go.

Should return to Sally early next week. 



Friday, April 24, 2015

POST 1453; APRIL 23, 2015; CULLODEN, WEST VIRGINIA


Seems my life has been topsy turvy these past months wintering over in West Virginia.  'tis now Spring time, albeit still unseasonally wet and cold.  It has come to pass that SPIA (1995 Mazda MPV) must be fetched from storage in Portland, Maine.  THIS I will do in the next few days...perhaps flying to Portland...perhaps taking the Greyhound Bus...perhaps walking SAM and ME.  One thing is certain:  I WILL return to West Virginia where awaits a beautiful lady with whom I have come to know and love without measure.

A pictoral story line follows taking us through recent days during which I have risen to highest highs and fought to hold on by fingernails during those blissful moments.




Most recent snow storm...barely melted by Easter Day.




The home of my Host, Dallas Lovejoy...who has found love and tenderness at 79 years...a lady "sent by GOD" to fill their Senior years...




Dallas enjoys wide ranging contacts





Dallas (r.), James (l.) of the 81st Airborne Glider Fighting Force, who landed BEHIND German lines in France on D-Day, 1944 ...  James is 96; ... and Rob, our mutual Senior friend enjoying quiet moments at HURRICANE (village) Senior Citizen daily Lunch



Oil train from North Dakota passing through HURRICANE.  A 100 + oil tank car train recently exploded not far from this spot.  Senior Building is behind the camera, only a hundred feet or so from the train tracks .





Dallas is DEACON of this Seventh Day Adventist church located on Pea Ridge, Huntington, West Virginia.  I often attend services with Dallas each Saturday here, which is to be the site of his marriage to Carol in the near future .



CULLODEN OPRY HOUSE Saturday Night Dance.  Final dance includes a circle of dancers holding hands to a musical prayer. 




4th Avenue passing in front of Dallas' home.  White area is remnent of 8 tons of gravel which I used to build a turning and parking space.  Yes, shovel full by shovel full.




Near Centurian next door neighbor to Dallas.




CAROL...Dallas' Betrothed.





KAREN..., close friend of Carol.













(r. - l.)   Carol and Dallas; Joe and Susan, and Johnny, Carol's Brother.




George, Bell Ringer of the Portersville Church near the home of Sally.  Together with Sally, I have the pleasure to attend services Sunday and Wednesday.




SUZY, ANNA and JACQUALIN, Daughter and Grand Daughters of Sally




Sally and daughter SUZY entering church together.




My adored lady, Sally.  Sally and I worked an  entire day manicuring her property.  Sally, frail as she appears worked like a tiger with that weed eater.




Home of Sally with Cherry Creek flowing thru





Sally on her back porch...wearing her (my) (tiny) Birthstone Ring. 




Sally's view of Daughter SUZY's home some hundreds of feet away.




MIKE, Suzy's Husband (Sally's Son In Law) clearing away the rocks and soil which fell onto their drive from the steep hillside next to their home.




CHERRY HOLLOW ROAD taking the "back way" to the village of HAMLIN on the opposite side of BUFFALO RIDGE.




SOCCER Saturday on the fields of HAMLIN High School.  Anna and Jacqualin both play soccer...




SUZY (r.) and JENNIFER coaching their children's soccer team.   Jennifer with the song-bird singing voice.





Sally holding DOMINO...SPYDER at her feet.  Parrot, AUSTIN, is chattering away inside.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sally has become my reason to be.   Together she rises above a lifetime of hurt.  Sharing much of life's pains, our moments together have lifted us both ... me to a new understanding with GOD ... she, blossoming to a smiling radiance absent much too long.

I know not if Sally will accept me into her heart.  Her hurt is deep.  She says I am all she has prayed for. 

I have been taken to this place no less than four times in my 12 crossings walking America. 

Having found Sally, accepted or not, I will remain close by.

For Sally, I have learned to pray.

With Sally I have come to understand that all things helping me walk these 27,000 miles have been under the guidance and protection of GOD, where I remain as I strive to become worthy to share the short time we may be granted.