During the month of April, I’m participating in the Blogging From A to Z Challenge for my 4th year in a row – 3 of which are on this blog. Each day, except Sundays, there will be a post for the letter of the day as well as keeping with my personal theme of Quilts and Quotes. Feel free to leave a comment! I’d love to hear from you! Also check out the other A to Z’ers in the comment section of the Official A to Z Blog Page.
“Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavement, even if it leads nowhere?” Adele
This block is apparently supposed to resemble brick pavement. With the quote above, I attempted some views around town. They went something like this….
3rd and Ohio brickwork
3rd and Ohio,Sedalia,Mo
It’s lovely the way they enhanced this intersection in our downtown historic district.
I find a bigger beauty in where there’s no pavement. Where land meets sky and colors are not man-made.
Quilts, though they are made by hand, give us a chance to mimic shapes, colors and scenes around us. I’m sure the name Pavement could also be substituted with Tiles, Square in a Square or Four Windows. And the color is all in the hands of the maker. I’m just thankful for photographs to get me through this post.
Join me again tomorrow for more of the April A to Z Blog Challenge 2017!
The often uncelebrated,underappreciated and unnoticed are in my spotlight this Thursday Doors post.
US Post Office in Sedalia, Missouri March 2017
One evening recently, while standing in line, a young woman insisted she be given a package (of meds) without the appropriate signature. Those of us standing by were suddenly privy to a very tense moment between the post office personel and this woman. It didn’t end with a positive note as the young woman stormed out with some choice words. But the employees of this particular office were very professional and stood their ground. Pat on the back to you! My question is this:
Why cause such a brouhaha? There wasn’t time to bring a signature back since they closed in 5 minutes?
Now it’s confession time. I’ve been that upset before and it was not A-Door-able. Hopefully I’ve gained at least some wisdom with age.
At this time I’d like to extend my sincerest apologies to any of my victims.
We’ve had our driveway blocked for about 2 months. January 8th to be precise; the water main broke sending a river down the road. With no warning, the cavalry arrived to patch it up on Wednesday.
The Road Taken – Literally
Another road taken down the Katy Trail with one of my daughters and husband. At least I didn’t receive bunny ears (eyes rolling).
Tree lined March 4, 2017
A break in the trees
Some more of our walk on the scenic Katy Trail.
Another Road Taken with my neice to my favorite section of any store – The Fabric Section! Let me just say this is a gigantic step for the next generation. Fabric purchasing and selection is an unknown territory for many of them. I’m beaming here if you can’t tell!
And guess what?! She sews! Zach you have a good catch…. but I’m sure you know that 🙂
Back to the subject at hand.
Our 3-generation project has begun. Above are the fabric choices she made, the blocks that she and my mother cut out, and the sample arrangement suggestions I sent to her via cell phone. We’re making a special something to use in her July 1 wedding. Can’t tell you what we’re using this for yet, but I can tell you she chose view #2. I am in total agreement.
A birthday party on Sunday is the occasion. The look on my daughter’s face is that ‘get this over with’ look from yet another “Door” photo moment. I believe it was a “do you really need to do that here?” that you’re seeing in her eyes. And yes I needed to right? For this…..
Sedalia’s very own Kehde’s Barbeque with an authentic dining car experience.
This is not inside the dining car but in the original part of the restaurant. It is chock-full of photos and memorabilia railroad and “Sedalia” related. A definite must-see if you are ever in town.
However, my daughter and I did not eat here, which is why I failed to photograph the dining car. If they offered a gluten-free option without a fear of cross-contamination for Rachel, we would have gladly eaten, and brought the other half of the family as well. But we kindly conveyed our well wishes to the birthday girl with a smile, a little gift/card…..
Rural Missouri is defintely close to my heart and makes me homesick every single time I stop and reflect in places like this.
Just a rural ‘blocked’ door photo from Bahner, Missouri. The old Dodge “Door” is in full view though.
Missouri has many of these “Blink-and-it’s-gone” communities. Pettis County, my residence, is no exception. I grew up less than a mile from one. (future doorscursion) They remain for the most part unchanged except for the weathering of the wood and metal adornments.
The ‘door’ this week is a little unusual in that we couldn’t get a good photo of the door for a mixture of reasons.
The entrance to doors was cordoned off.
Directly above the doors you see was a huge restaurant window with people starring at my husband. I’m sure they were wondering what shenanigans we were up to. So we snapped the pic and casually backed away like good citizens. I’m convinced that one day, we door photographers will be infamous and revered. Til then……
But there’s more this week. We had a little history lesson on the street corner next to this set of doors.
There was this marker honoring a distinquished citizen, Leo A. Beuerman
You can see how small he is as he sits next to this tractor.
The plaque reads,
“Remember Me -I’m that little man gone blind. I used to sell pencils on the street corner.”
As a youngster, I think I always knew when my father needed some solitude. He was a painter by trade in rural Missouri, USA, where he had work 6 out of the 12 months of the year. We lived too far from a major city for him to have regular work. So we did the best we could and lived a good frugal lifestyle where he spent the wintertime raising pigs or a couple calves to take to the butcher come spring. Most people back then called that Poor.
Playing solitaire was his ‘time’.
And I’m glad I was quiet enough to sit and watch and learn. He was pretty cool like that.
He was also a daily Bible reader in later years. Not a lot of people know that. I am also truly thankful to have had that example to follow.
My mother is a living example to me of one who excels in solitude with her talents. She is always keeping her hands busy. Ecclesiastes 9:10 says, “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might;”. This defines my wonderful mother. Whether sewing, making jams, jellies, or reading novel after novel, she finishes what she begins whole-heartedly. Rarely does she have a UFO(Un-Finished-Object) lying in her stash.
For me, solitude is respresented by my time to play music. Alone. Unhindered by life’s stress. Uninterrupted by anything.
And just for fun to lighten the mood of this post, I’m thinking I should change my answering machine message to a 40 minute Banjo Solo 🙂