Lake Bob Sandlin State Park, Texas

We have always enjoyed Texas State Parks because of their beauty and their great variety.   The campgrounds at Texas State Parks have always been quite satisfactory as well.

Located in the Pineywoods area of northeast Texas, the park covers 641 acres of land on the northern shore of the lake about ten miles southwest of Mt. Pleasant, Texas.

We enjoyed meeting up with special friends at Vaughan's Catfish Restaurant located on the north shore of Lake Bob Sandlin very near to the entrance to the state park.   The food was wonderful and the meal provided a wonderful opportunity to spend time with Willis and Rebecca.

Movin' On

For more than ten years we have enjoyed our "home away from home" in deep south Texas.

We've had fun designing our little site to suit us, planting flowers to attract butterflies, and gardening just a little.

We've watched our RV park grow in size and numbers of residents, and, from the first day we came, we have made many friends.  In fact, our winter neighbors are more like family than friends!

As we have traveled back and forth between Texas and Illinois, Indiana, Ohio and Pennsylvania, we have seen a lot of beautiful scenery, given thanks for safe travels, laughed and gasped at the antics of other drivers, and camped overnight in some memorable campgrounds.  Over the years we have visited friends in Quebec City; Maine; Arkansas; Sault Ste. Marie, and the upper peninsula of Michigan; North Bay, Ontario; Minnesota; Door County, Wisconsin; Kansas; New Orleans, Louisiana; Nashville, Tennessee; the New England states; the Smokies. the Adirondacks and Appalachian mountains; and many lovely places in between.  We have been richly blessed!

Several years ago, MarySue insisted we develop a Plan B for living arrangements for the inevitable day when we would have to give up traveling.  We spent about two weeks researching Continuing Care Retirement Communities in the area of Columbus, Ohio.  Our younger son lives just about a 90 minute drive from there; close enough to visit but far enough away to lead his own life!

This spring, a series of events prompted us to accept that NOW is the time for that move.  Just as we were preparing to head north on our annual summer migration,  some blood test results sent Bruce into a series of diagnostic tests that is not over yet.  He has one more test to complete but, at this point, the doctor who scheduled the test says, "I'll do it because it was ordered by another doctor but, on the basis of the reports of the tests you've had already, I'd say you have nothing to worry about."

While all this was going on, our dentist discovered by X-ray that MarySue had another infected tooth.  She had one removed about a year and a half ago and this new one was the next tooth, and the support of a bridge!  So, while Bruce was keeping the doctors, labs, and radiology departments busy, MarySue was started on a round of dentists: an endodontist who attempted a root canal (which was not successful); an oral surgeon who extracted the infected tooth and the attached bridge and grafted in bone tissue into the gum in preparation for implants in the fall.  She now has a big hole in her mouth but she is OK.  

All of this put us at least six weeks behind the travel schedule we had planned on -- and it gets HOT in south Texas in June!  We began to consider this a "wake-up call" that it might be time to consider Plan B!  In the midst of this travel delay, the CCRC contacted us with the news that they had several apartments available that met our requested size -- and one had an outdoor patio!  That hastened our decision!

Our plan at this time is to leave south Texas on June 18, drive to Ohio and take possession of our apartment in Westminster Thurber Retirement Community in early July.  The facility is the one we had chosen in our previous research.

The apartment we have chosen is on the 7th floor of Thurber Tower (the high rise building in the center of the picture above) and has one of the center outside patios.

In the meantime, in ten days, we need to sell our RV site here in Texas.  Then, as we travel toward Columbus, Ohio we will be making decisions about selling the RV and trading the truck for a smaller, more traffic friendly vehicle.  There will be some furniture to buy because most of the furnishings in the RV are built in.  We might be settled into our new location by the end of the year!

Your friendship has been so precious to us over the years that we wanted to keep you in touch with what is going on in our lives.  When we know what our address will be, we'll let you know.  Of course our e-mail addresses and phone numbers will remain the same.  We invite you to visit, whether or not we are settled in!  The "Welcome mat" is always out for our friends!  We hope that your lives are as exciting and blessed as ours -- but more settled!

First Cousin to a Tornado

In the late night hours of Monday, May 11 and the early morning of Tuesday, May 12, our RV park was hit by a storm.  It was not a full-fledged tornado, but there was some "family resemblance" to a twister.

From our safe shelter in a secure corner of the clubhouse, we could hear the frightening sounds of the tumult outside in the dark: winds reaching 80 miles per hour, driving torrents of rain, lightening  that lit up the sky like fireworks, and thunder claps that shook the windows around us!  We returned to our own trailer about 2 am when the intensity of the storm had passed,  but for several hours as we lay in our own bed, our rig shook like a cradle.

The next morning, on our usual morning walk, we were shocked at the extent of the damage visible within the park.

The park was fenced with 8 foot high sections of corrugated metal supported by 4 x 4 wooden posts embedded in concrete.  This was the view from the north fence line.  The wooden posts had broken off at ground level and become airborne projectiles as the metal fence sections blasted into near-by houses!

Houses were damaged by the flying debris: skirting blown away, windows broken or cracked, carports collapsed or torn off.  A friend's new truck was punctured by a flying fence post through the rear window of the cab.  The 4 x 4 came to rest on the dashboard!

The roofs of a number of houses were punctured by debris or damaged by the intensity of the winds.

The northside fence was spread hither and yon across the entire park as if pulled up and scattered by the mighty hand of Mother Nature!

Where the north facing fence was not flattened or blown away, it was damaged in dangerous ways.

There must have been some rotation in the winds because even the fence on the west side of the park suffered major damage.

Several of our beloved old shade trees were also brought low by the storm winds.  In some cases it was only large limbs that blew down so the main tree may be salvageable.  There were, however, a few big old trees that literally turned up their roots to the sky and are dying.

Despite the widespread destruction of property, we are all giving heartfelt thanks because no one was injured.  Several homes that were damaged were empty as their owners had already headed north for the summer.  A large tree came down on a lot that was empty of its usual inhabitants and their trailer. A 4 x 4 crashed through a roof, bedroom ceiling, and came to rest on the bed.  but the bed was empty because the man who usually sleeps there was staying at the hospital with his wife who had just had surgery!  Mother Nature sometimes gets vicious, but God is good!

Body Swap

Someone stole my body!  Or swapped it (more true!)

Because now it won't do all it used to do.

At 20 there were no wrinkles in my face.

But now, there they are, all over the place!

At 30 my hair was silky and brown.

Now it's gray and stiff, like a silver crown.

At 40 my legs biked 100 miles in one day.

Now they're weak if I walk too far away.

At 50 my back was strong and supple.

Now it hurts, and sometimes it causes me trouble!

At 60 my eyesight was good and clear.

But today sometimes, I can't see who's here!

At 70 my pace had begun to slow down,

With a painful smile and a crooked frown.

So, who stole -- or swapped -- my body of yore

And replaced it with this one I've not had before?

Father Time is the thief, and he has no excuse!

Such a parent should be jailed for child abuse!

A Mother's Day to remember

It started on Friday with a knock on our door.  It was the office staff delivering a box addressed to me and boldly labeled "FTD."  I tore it open, and inside was a beautiful bouquet of spring flowers

and a loving note from our younger son.

Then, on Saturday, the man who made me a mother took me to South Padre Island 

to spend the day on the beach.  

He knows that my favorite place in the world is at the seacoast 

so we spent the entire day walking on the beach, wading in the surf, 

watching the sea gulls and admiring the wind surfers.

Lots of families had the same idea, because the beach was very crowded.

It was sunny and hot, but a steady, strong wind kept it comfortable.  

We enjoyed the shade of a beachside cafe as we watched the pounding surf.

After dinner, as the shadows began to lengthen, 

it was time to leave our sandy get-away and head home.

What a delightful -- and memorable -- Mother's Day!

Our "vacation" from the usual

Everybody needs a vacation once in awhile; a change of pace; something different than the usual daily routine.  Our daily routine, we must admit, is pretty enjoyable: daily exercise walk, a little gardening or outside work, a daily siesta, visiting with friends, dancing two or three times a week, occasional symphony orchestra concerts and university theater plays, and lots of time for reading. But, since several doctors have delayed our summer travel schedule, we decided we needed a vacation!

We drove north for about two hours,

through the cactus, mesquite and brush of south Texas

to the small city of Falfurrias.

It is the county seat of Brooks County, Texas.  Just south of the city there is an Immigration Control Enforcement (ICE) checkpoint where all northbound vehicles must stop for questioning or search. Some residents of the area declare that there are more apprehensions of illegal immigrants there than at any other checkpoint along the U.S./Mexican border  But the town of Falfurrias was not our destination.

Just a mile or so north of the town, on the east side of Route 281, is the Falfurrias Church of the Brethren. That's where we would spend our "vacation."

We had visited there a few years ago.  Now, we were returning to feature the ministries of the little church on the on-line congregation for which we help provide some leadership. We arrived at the church a week early to see if we could be of any help in their ministries.

The congregation had been founded in 1928.  

The building was erected in the 1940s 

and space was added in 1962.

The large sanctuary is a reminder of the days when it was filled on Sunday mornings.  

The smaller group that gathers each Sunday morning now meets in a smaller, side room 

in order to be good stewards in their use of utilities.

But this logo is clearly displayed on the front wall of the church building which faces U.S. Route 281. It was the life perspective of one of the ancestors of the Church of the Brethren, and clearly describes the continuing purpose of this congregation.

The church-owned acreage around the building is farmed on shares by a neighbor.  But the fifteen acres surrounding the church building includes a variety of ministries.

The congregation owns 2 houses, which are occupied rent-free
by needy members of the church or community.

A healthy flock of chickens is kept by the resident of one of the church owned houses.

Eggs are gathered and sold to those who stop in response
to the sign in the front yard of the church: "Fresh Eggs for Sale."

The large yard surrounding the church building also has room to house a neighbor's goats!

Inside the church building, space no longer needed for activities of a larger congregation are filled with boxes of used clothes, sewing machines for mending them, shoes, and toys.  They are neatly sorted and packed in boxes which are delivered several times a year to Border Mission.  This mission is located in the Rio Grande Valley just a block or two from one of the bridges that connect Mexico and the U.S.  

The congregation is active in the local community food bank. They also serve with a cooperative effort of Falfurrias  churches to address social needs of their community and county, including the plight of illegal immigrants headed north along the route on which the church is located.

So, what did we do on our vacation at this active little congregation?

We mowed and trimmed the cemetery, under the wild olive tree.  I washed windows in the church building and Bruce helped with a building project.

We helped mow the LARGE lawn around the church building,

and trimmed around trees and out-buildings nearly overgrown with grass and weeds.

And all the time we were working, we could enjoy the lovely flowers and trees:

the esperanza (hope) tree

the Indian blanket blooms,

and the graceful, yellow-tipped branches of the retama tree.

After a week of gathering aching muscles, new friends, fresh insights into Texas history, and some very delicious Mexican food,  it was time to head south again, back "home" to real life!

Aromatic Accident Account

We don't even need to leave home to get excitement and adventure!  It comes right here to our RV park just 100 feet or so from our front door!   Since it was a rainy Saturday, we were working at home, inside, and missed the whole event!

It seems that a neighbor down the street (who shall forever remain nameless!) needed to do a small welding job on the back of his expensive motor coach.  Instead of renting a welder and doing the work on his own site, he decided to back his coach close enough to the tool shed to use the company welder.  What he didn't know has hurt us all!

(Photo by Lee Marks)

Beneath that grassy spot he was backing over lay three of the park's septic tanks.  Our friend couldn't figure out why the back wheels of the coach suddenly sank into -- and below -- the ground.  The frame of the coach was resting on the ground and the front wheels on the passenger's side were up off the ground!  That's when someone told him about the septic tanks below!

There was no way he, or anybody else, was going to get that rig out of that spot.  A wrecker had to be called! 

(Photo by Lee Marks)

Not just any wrecker, mind you. but a BIG WRECKER!  The kind that can tow out semi trucks.  He deftly pulled that marooned motor coach right up and out of its septic snafu!  We're told that it was great entertainment for the crowd that had gathered to watch.  Nobody (probably including the coach's owner) wanted to even try to estimate what it costs to engage such a motorized marvel!

(Photo by Lee Marks)

With the coach out of the way, the spectators could review the damage.  Clearly, the lid on at least one of the three septic tanks was broken.  But what about the other two?  How much damage had they suffered?

The site of the dirty deed was temporarily covered over with a slab of plywood.  The entire area was marked off clearly with a fence of "CAUTION" tape until repairs could be scheduled.

It took a week and a half, but the "repair regiment" did arrive.  Of course the big back hoe and pumper truck had to make the hole worse before they could make it better!

(Photo by Misty Katz)

Those of us watching the operation quickly learned to move upwind to the process.  The aroma wafting forth from the work site  would have a dismal future if ever distilled into a perfume!

(Photo by Misty Katz)

What a smelly mess!  But the workmen seemed not to mind at all as they pushed dirt, pulled dirt, piled up dirt, and suctioned out the unspeakable -- and invisible -- mess from below.  In the midst of that putrid odor, they had some good news for us: only one of the three lids was broken and none of the tanks was seriously damaged.  To make them feel useful, I guess, they replaced the lids on all three tanks.  The extent of wear on the middle tank prompted the park owners to have them replace that one tank while they were here.

(Photo by Misty Katz)

Even replacing just one tank looked like a big job to us, but they handled it so smoothly and quickly it was clear that this was not the first time they have done such a dirty deed!

(Photo by Misty Katz) 

Within five hours, the unpleasant undertaking was completed, the site again hidden with innocent-looking dirt.   The back hoe and pumper truck and their skillful crews were on their way home.  Or, perhaps, they were off to another aromatic adventure for that day.