Hope they weren’t disappointed

Not last night but the night before, Joel and I stopped for the night in Chatanooga, Tennessee on our way to Wears Valley.  Since Piper is traveling with us, we needed to book a pet friendly hotel.  Sometimes it’s easier to go with what you know, so we went with one we had stayed in two years ago;

the Read House Hotel in the downtown area.  

The Read House boasts of such guests as Ronald Reagon, Gary Cooper, Winston Churchill and Al Capone.  Al, was put up there during his federal trial.  He stayed in room 311, three doors down and across the hall from where we stayed on Friday night.

The thing the Read House is most known for is the haunting of room 311.  Legend has it that a prostitute named Annalisa Netherly resided in that room for an extended time during the 1920’s and 30’s. She not only lived there, but she also died there…in room 311. Some say she was murdered, and some say that she took her own life. 

Many employees and guests claim to have witnessed paranormal activity in room 311. The room is available only to guests who request it, AND it’s more expensive than other rooms.

Friday night, there were guests in room 311.  I have no clue how their night went.  I have no clue whether Annalisa Netherly noticed that she had company.  I just hope, for their sake, that they weren’t disappointed.

Silent but not still

 It has been some time since my last post, and though I have been silent, I have not been still.  So before I get this blog back on track, let me sum up the last three months.

Foraging has become a hobby of mine…not one that Joel is necessarily excited about, since he has a fear of something in the yard winding up on his plate.  However, he will admit

that my sumac merengue pie was really good.  

I connected with family for my aunt’s 83rd birthday in Tucson, Arizona.

It was a good time with good food, good company and beautiful scenery.  And, since I was in the vacinity, I stopped by the Boot Hill Graveyard to pay my respects to Billy Clanton and The McLauries.

When I got back from the desert, I started “Mammy Camp” for Josie and Ellie.  For three hours, three mornings a week, we spend time together.

We slide, play in leaves and sand, and have snacks in our secret hiding place.

Sometimes (certainly not everytime) we paint. And, one cold morning, we did some pretend open hearth cooking.

They have a good time and so do I.  Someone said, “You don’t quit playing because you get old.  You get old because you quit playing.”  If that’s the case, I’ll never get old…especially if I keep getting new playmates.

That’s exactly what happened on November 7th. 

Parker Joseph Jaques, who weighed in at nine pounds, one ounce, became grandchild number six.  So last week,

I put another initial on the mantel.  Maybe in a couple of years…somebody will buy another vowel.