I figure that I really have no excuse not to do a coffee pot post this morning, with this lovely rain, so I made another pot.
I don’t like whining on the blog so much and I hate looking back on my posts and seeing negativity. On the other hand, this is my journal and I want it to represent my life fairly accurately, good and bad.
Lately it’s been mostly good and a little scary. I sold three items in the gallery so far this month and I worked in the gallery a lot. I decided to go ahead and do all my service requirements to the gallery right away so that I’ll have the summer free. Because who knows what the future may hold for me? It certainly has kept me on my toes lately.
I went back home to spend Easter weekend with my mother, after a visit in March when I spent the weekend battling norovirus. Thank God she didn’t get it. It was fortunate for me, because Sandy got it at the same time and we only have one bathroom here, that I drove down to my mother’s house clueless about what would happen that night. Anyway, I took some photos when I was there this last time.
The building that this used to point to was the Starlight. It was the club that my sister’s generation was forbidden to go to in high school so naturally they sneaked off to it. I never made it to the Starlight. By the time I was old enough to want to get in trouble there was the Purple Onion (briefly) and then the Gator Disco Lounge. Now the sign points to a beautiful Spanish moss draped millpond.
I love this old house in Marietta. It has been in this condition for many years, and I am always afraid that it will be gone by the next time I visit, as so many older buildings that I explored as a kid in Marietta have burned down. So this time I took a lot of photos, with the idea of artwork to come.
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A building in “downtown” Marietta. It has been used for storage for as long as I can remember by the current owner. It used to be the depot when the railroad ran through Marietta. I believe that my grandfather ran a store out of it for a while but I’ll have to check that with my mother. The railroad once ran through our current yard and down Alligator Branch Road.
These signs are from near Fairmont, where I went to school. I’ve always found them funny. “Branch” refers to a stream in the swampland. Most streams and creeks down there don’t have well defined banks.
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