MOVING ON.....2024

A Note From The Author: Jacqueline E. Hughes

I am so happy to welcome in the new year, 2024!!! My Blog is changing-up a bit....mainly because I am evolving. Travel will always take precedence in my life and, my journeys will be shared with you. This 2024 version will offer a variety of new stories and personal ideas, as well. This is all about having fun and enjoying this Beautiful Journey called......Life!!!

Thursday, August 10, 2017

A WORKING VACATION




A series of essays.....


DAN AFTER A LONG, HARD, AND
HIGHLY PRODUCTIVE WEEK OF CONSTRUCTION


.....as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


Never doubting Dan's ability to create something out of sticks and stones, using hammer and nails, and topping it all off with waterproof membrane and shingles, we headed up north two weeks ago so that he could do just that.....

Riding in his Ford F-150 is comfortable and practical, too, because we had so much 'stuff' to haul up in the cab including tools, kitchen floor tiles, and bits and pieces from our house in Orlando that would lighten the experience of moving when that time comes. Let's not even discuss the amount of books that will be involved in this move. Downsizing from a twenty-four hundred square foot home after having lived here for over twenty years will be no small feat, I assure you!

FOUNDATION OF NEW FLOOR SPACE

BUILDING UP THE NEW FLOOR

COMBINING NEW WITH OLD FLOOR

NEW FLOOR DECK

The running gag that epitomizes his eventual retirement and our move up to Michigan is, "I need my kitchen. I'll move up when my kitchen is finished." Janis, my sweet friend from high school days, could tell you how often I've referenced that phrase over the past year. Well, we're diligently working on my kitchen now and that brings our immediate future into a proper perspective. Our 'little yellow cottage' is, finally, taking shape and we now have the bruises, swollen ankles and lingering fatigue to prove it! All done with love, of course.

Driving straight through for over nineteen hours isn't the most pleasant experience, however, it gets us there in good time with our own bed waiting for us at the cottage. The first evening was spent at our friends' home in nearby Richland where we feasted on exceptional cuisine, drank a crisp French white, and basked in the warmth of meaningful conversation and the comfort of good friendship. It was a delightful way to begin our week and we thank you, dearly, Michael and Marsha.


REMOVING 1941 KITCHEN

By Sunday morning we were raring to begin. After all, it was 'demo day!' The old kitchen had to go and that twenty yard dumpster taking up space in our small driveway needed to be filled up. Demolishing a kitchen from the 1941 era is no small task considering the multi-layers of flooring  and stuff in general contributed by multiple owners and time itself. By the time the dust settled and the tons of trash was hauled out by hand from the back of the house to the dumpster out front, we called it a day....well spent.

Leo, Dan's younger brother, was scheduled to arrive from the Traverse City area to help out and we welcomed him with open arms early Monday afternoon. Considering that Leo had, virtually, no experience in construction before, it was a joy to see him and Dan working so well together, side-by-side. He was Dan's 'left-handed' wonder because many of the spaces Dan couldn't reach as well, Leo was there to pound away using his left-handed prowess. 

That first day of measuring, sawing, and hammering away left the deck covered in inches of sawdust and various sizes of wood scraps and bent nails. But their progress was phenomenal! Dan and I had decided to expand the existing kitchen out and doubling its size by utilizing a summer porch at the back of the house. This new portion of the kitchen will have a nine foot ceiling and expand up, as well as out further enhancing the size of the room. I love it!


COTTAGE ON A HILL

GUYS HARD AT WORK

ALWAYS REMOVING
THE OLD LAYERS

Tuesday we met Dan and Leo's cousin, Gerry, whom we hadn't seen in years, for lunch. She is an amazing person and she and I, unabashedly, refer to one another as our CBM or, cousin-by-marriage and I thank Facebook for opening up the doors of communication for all of the long, lost CBM's and others who are roaming around out there in the world hoping to reconnect with family and friends.


RAISING WALL NUMBER ONE

WALL NUMBER TWO

CONSTRUCTING
WALL NUMBER THREE

We were blessed with exceptionally good Michigan weather each day until Friday rolled around, the day Leo was to leave, and it began to rain and the temperature dipped down into the fifties. I believe the turn in the weather proved to be Dan's nemesis as it instantly took a vengeful bite out of his stamina and spirit and accentuated the toll his week-long physical labor had taken on him. The dark circles beneath his eyes told me that the plans we had to meet friends for dinner in downtown Kalamazoo that night might have slid into the 'optional' category considering how exhausted he was. It was, literally, his call and he did call to, unfortunately, cancel our dinner plans. 

COMFORT ON A CHILLY
MICHIGAN NIGHT

We did what was necessary and got something light to eat, started a roaring fire in the stone clad fireplace, and cuddled beneath a pale green afghan on the living room couch. We talked about the week's activities as we luxuriated in the warmth given off by the dancing flames and listened to the crackle of our nurturing fire. Dan needed down time and this opportunity was perfect.


PLACING PLYWOOD OVER HIS
HANDMADE RAFTERS

GLAD THEY'RE NOT
AFRAID OF HEIGHTS

THIS NEW KITCHEN IS
GOING TO BE AMAZING!!!

No, work was not over yet! This new bump on the back of the house needed to be wrapped, sealed and protected head to toe from potential rain and bad weather and we spent hours nailing plastic sheathing around its belly and a thicker plastic membrane atop its head (pitched roof) before we could call it a day. I don't know where Dan found the strength to go roof climbing and yielding additional hammer swings, but he did. Necessity has its way of working things out.

By the time we cleaned up after our endeavors, showered, packed-up, and headed over to our daughter's house, all I could think about was having to drive back home to Orlando with the idea that Dan wanted to be back to work bright and early on Monday morning. Having left a bit later than originally planned Sunday, we pulled into our driveway around four o'clock on Monday morning. We slept soundly until around nine when we crawled out of bed to shower, make coffee and I was saying good-bye to Dan and watching him drive away for work by nine forty-five. 



BROTHERS ~ DAN AND LEO AFTER A JOB WELL DONE

I know for a fact that Dan could not have accomplished all that he did last week without the capable assistance of his brother. Leo was more than happy to learn what he could from his older brother about construction and Dan was grateful for his younger brother's determination, input, and stamina. What a team! Thank you for being there, Leo.

Although Dan's retirement from his current position with Roger B. Kennedy Construction remains to be determined and, while he is keeping all of his options open for the time being, he has proven once again how determined, flexible, and loyal he is as a team member for Kennedy. Dan's work ethic has always been based on his strong moral principles and I, for one, have been very proud of him for this.

Bottom line....that was our vacation. It was a bit different than last year's when we spent ten days experiencing the history, people, terrain, and exquisite beauty of the South of France. But, that's okay. As a team, we continue dreaming, hoping, planning, and balancing out our lives so that the future will hold many more adventures for us. One of the greatest adventures of all will be, eventually, becoming a pivotal part of the Kalamazoo community, meeting new friends, always appreciating current friends, enjoying our grandchildren, and thriving in our 'little yellow cottage.' 


EVEN AN ACORN FROM ONE OF THE OAK TREES IN
THE BACKYARD SEEMS PERFECT TO ME!





Copyright © 2017 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
Photos Copyright © 2017 by Jacqueline E. Hughes

Thursday, July 27, 2017

BELEAGUERED, SADDENED, AND ENCOURAGED



 A series of essays.....



PRESTON ROBERTS AND HIS YOUNGEST GRANDSON
PHOTO FROM HIS BLOG SITE: 'RAMBLINGS OF A DREAMER'


.....as seen through my eyes!






By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


BELEAGUERED*

adjective
1. harassed, trouble, plagued, torment, hassled (informal), aggravated (informal), badgered, persecuted, pestered, vexed, put upon There have been seven attempts against the beleaguered government.
2. besieged, surrounded, blockaded, encompassed, beset, encircle, assailed, hemmed in, hedged in, environed The rebels continue to push their way towards the beleagured capital.

First of all.....who uses the word 'beleaguered' in a normal, everyday Tweet, anyway? I mean, was his intent to write a novel in one hundred and forty characters (or less)? Prove that he has a better vocabulary than he did yesterday when we all know that he does not? A repetitive vocabulary of simple, one to two syllable words does not count as having a full on, adult, (2. The sum of words used by, understood by, or at the commanded of a particular person or group.) vocabulary.

Did he have to ask someone to use it in a sentence first in order to familiarize himself with the word? And, even so.....this may not have helped him. If I were to choose proper substitute words from the definition above that he could have used instead, the only one might be the word 'trouble.' All of the others, still a little too advanced for him.

BELEAGUERING  (bÄ­-lÄ“′gÉ™r)
tr.v. be·lea·guered, be·lea·guer·ing, be·lea·guers
1. To harass; beset: We are beleaguered by problems.
2. To surround with troops; besiege: The enemy is beleaguering the enclave.






There is only one person I see doing any beleaguering here and that's the man issuing the Tweet in the first place! Oh, and this definition tells it like it is!  So, maybe I'm misguided here, after all, and should be thinking in these terms: 

"We, the beleaguered people, the harassed, beset, besieged, tormented, and the persecuted people of these United States of America these past six months, would like a change. No, deserve a change. Nay, demand a change, for the enemy doth beleaguer the enclave....."





EUSTACE AND PRESTON

In watching the past several seasons of Mountain Men on the History Channel I've become quite attached to two characters who, at least for me, have epitomized the true nature of life among the valleys, foothills and the roiling purple haze of the beautiful Great Smoky Mountain range of North Carolina. Their names are Eustace Conway and Preston Roberts and, I guarantee that through their teachings and beliefs, they capture the 'inner joy' we should all share for living off the land and fulfilling our 'simple lifestyle' dreams.

Sadly, Preston Roberts passed away several days ago. 

Preston was a woodsman, educator, artist, craftsman, and environmentalist. He has been romping around the woods of Western North Carolina for over fifty years and has always claimed to be a "Jack of all trades.... Master of some." 


PRESTON ROBERTS AND EUSTACE CONWAY
TOGETHER AT TURTLE ISLAND PRESERVE
Picture Courtesy of Turtle Island Preserve


Together, with his business partner and friend, Eustace Conway, they have been running Turtle Island Preserve near Boone, North Carolina, where, "they live, teach, breathe, and believe in nature's governing truths." They interact with the beautiful, clarifying teachings of nature and pass this accumulative knowledge on to whom they call, "the wild youth," the kids who attend camp and classes at the Preserve in order to learn this important knowledge for their future selves and personal well being. "We dig deep, reaching profound connections within us, touching our ancestral roots," and Eustace, Preston and Staff have shared their extensive knowledge with others at Turtle Island for many years.

The core of Preston’s world has always revolved around the traditional Appalachian mountain people and he has had the honor of being taught by some of the best.

Included in his brief Bio that is a part of his own Blog site, I found this paragraph and realized, in no uncertain terms, why I am so enamored by this generous and loving man:

"Preston was born in 1957 and was raised in the once small town of Brevard, North Carolina. Pisgah National Forest was his early tromping ground, and he still frequents those familiar haunts. In 1975, he met the woman of his dreams, Kathleen DuPont McGuire and wasted no time in marrying her. While many people use the old adage “Behind every good man is a good woman,” Preston frequently is found saying “Beside every good man is a good woman,” and that she is. Together they raised 3 fine boys, and they are about to celebrate their 38th wedding anniversary." 

Having fallen deeply in love with this area of the country myself as a young girl, we have since purchased our North Carolina property that borders on Pisgah National Forest and Preston's old tromping grounds. It's a beautiful, magical place and a stone's throw from several entrances to the Blue Ridge Parkway where you can ride along the misty mountain ridges, stop a thousand times to take that 'perfect' picture, and fall madly in love with this area all on your own.

The world has lost a great man. Our youth has lost a great teacher. The History Channel has lost a fascinating, colorful, and soft-spoken character. Cancer is a demon we must destroy. I will miss you, terribly, Preston Roberts, and may all of the fortunate students you have fostered along your memorable journey through life carry on your traditions, good will, and zest for what comes naturally in this world. You are among the heroes that we all seek in our lifetime....

Note: Let us not forget all of the toughest Mountain Women, the likes of Mardy Mûrie who studied wildlife in Alaska, Hallie Morse Daggett, the first woman to work for the Forest Service in 1913, and the wives of Mountain Men who have proven to be as tough, proud, and courageous in every way....and then some!





'THE VINTAGE NEWS'

As far as I'm concerned, The Vintage News is a FaceBook Page that should be shared and savored by all of us. If you enjoy history and are even remotely interested in knowing who helped, what transpired, and how we got to the places we are at today, and get to see archived pictures that illustrate every step along the way, then this one's for you!

I mean, where else can you discover as you're scrolling through your Timeline news that "A huge wall at Cal Orcko in southern Bolivia reveals more than 5,000 dinosaur footsteps" (accompanied by a photo of said footsteps), or how the "Families of Titanic’s musicians were billed the cost of uniforms after the ship’s sinking." What?

TITANIC MUSICIANS


Several days ago, The Vintage News posted a picture of a 1908 Auto-Armchair Motorcycle. That's it. No accompanying story behind it; just a picture. It appeared, however, to have sparked my long-term admiration (love affair) with scooters, small motorcycles, and mopeds, alike.

1908 AUTO-ARMCHAIR MOTORCYCLE
PRESENTED BY THE VINTAGE NEWS FB PAGE


Did I happen to mention the Italian Vespa by any chance? I mean, what young girl didn't envy every rpm of Audrey Hepburn's scooter adventure through the streets of Rome with co-star, Gregory Peck, in Roman Holiday? I was two years old at the time of its release but always held a passion for black and white movies as I grew older. I have traveled upon many Greek island roads while following the curving shoreline along the brilliant blue sea while seated upon my own mint-green Vespa. The subconscious mind is a very powerful tool! This particular adventure, unfortunately, remains in 'to do' mode, for now.


MY MINT-GREEN VESPA
ISN'T SHE SWEET?

Orlando, Florida, promoting its sultry days and nights and making scooter travel an option for residents twelve months out of the year, has opened-up its Vespa sales into a wide market catering to those who embrace a 'mini-version' of the European mainstay of convenient transportation. I have had my mint-green Vespa picked-out for ages! The Vespa is an Italian brand of scooter manufactured by Piaggio. So far, we have artfully managed to avoid these retail shops, mostly located in Winter Park, because to even sit on one of these beauties could prove to be extremely detrimental to the pocket book. 

The power of suggestion that just one photograph has supplied me may serve to represent the power behind this magnetic FaceBook Page, The Vintage News. The 1908 Auto-Fauteuil was a step-through motorcycle with an armchair instead of a saddle. (Yes, I did look it up!) According to most Web sites, the armchair idea never really caught on, but given women's attire back then, it certainly catered to the modern woman 'on the go,' even though woman were not the target market.


AUDREY HEPBURN AND GREGORY PECK
IN THE MOVIE ROMAN HOLIDAY

If you happen to be an avid FaceBook adventurer, I encourage you to check-out The Vintage News Page. Who knows where the adventures will lead you; what enchanting stories their photos will encourage you to write about.....



*Definition of the word 'Beleaguered' and 'Beleaguering taken from: 




Copyright © 2017 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved

Thursday, July 20, 2017

CONFUSION





A series of essays.....



~CONFUSION IN EPIC AND ANCIENT PROPORTIONS?~
~ROMAN ARENA LOCATED IN ARLES, FRANCE~
SEPTEMBER 13, 2016



.....as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E. Hughes



CONFUSION

reigns and messes with our state of being; clashes with the soul. A mixed-up, crazy tangle of this and that, here or there, that deposits within its wake, a state of tumult that can be as deep and cavernous as the mightiest canyon, the deepest ocean, and is as unpredictable as a sinkhole expecting to randomly claim its rights to all things both animate and inanimate. We are left with a confused collection of chaos and clutter from which we find we are constantly living in a world that is unsettled and lacking direction or purpose.

We seek safety in numbers when we must feel our way around a world that lacks coherence or a sense of direction and often find ourselves caught in an even graver tangle of bewilderment; a weak cannon not properly secured that could break loose from the force of recoil. Human nature compels us to believe, while in the state of being confused, that we can be safer doing something if there are others doing it. So much better than confronting it alone, adrift at sea and hoping to find a purpose and place within a world overflowing with diversity. There will come a time to decide if the plan to 'blend in' is a bold opportunity of seeking harmony within diversity or a strategy of furthering division. Even while blinded by uncertainty, it becomes acutely important that we decide on a particular path to follow. The correct path for us may serve to offer the clearness we seek and, ultimately,  suppress the confusion.

Only when we choose to embrace the enormous multiformity and complications of life, can we better adapt to meet changing circumstances that strive to constantly perplex and bewilder us, whether we are within a particular group or alone in this world mightily grasping to fend for ourselves. If we continue to be lost, disoriented, suicidal....we can regain our bearings, our sense of direction and purpose in this life if we remember to reach out to others, friend or stranger, woman or man, and understand that we are never, truly on our own. Sit down, close your eyes and allow the sensation of vertigo to pass. Yes, it will pass. By the time we reopen our eyes and feel encouraged by the calmness, a sense of embarrassment will float away from our bodies, our souls, as though a heavy load has been lifted from them and it appears we are floating inches above the ground. This contentment we are experiencing is the happiness and satisfaction of embracing a simple life; the joy of living in a log cabin deep inside the woods with nature surrounding us in abundance.

Like a blind person feeling the contours of a human face in order to 'see' them within their mind's eye, it is possible to obtain a tangible sense of structure and individuality. We are not all the same. Each one of us is open to interpretation. How people form mental images seems to vary, but the talent for mental imagery is far greater if we practice reining-in negativity, defeating disorientation, and learning to manage the confusion that lingers subconsciously and will only serve to sabotage the future. 

The acceptance of life, good or bad, fragile....disturbed, jumbled and disordered, allowed or inappropriate, only sets the ground rules for what is to be considered our personal 'roller coaster' ride. When we choose to accept the challenges this ride has to offer, as the wind blows back our hair and distorts our facial features, we must accept the responsibilities that go along with our decisions. As our personal story emerges, smooth sailing becomes an abstract concept such as beauty or love. The sooner we realize that it is possible to control our confusion, we are ahead of this game called 'Life.' The growing dependence upon our own imagination and abundance of ideas will help us get through the 'sticky' spots and we will be able to thrive well beyond our perceived capabilities!

Do not strive to completely avoid confusion. That is not our purpose. We will learn so much more if we consciously embrace it as one would a long, lost friend. It is the clear and present state of euphoria we experience each time our heart and mind filters our confusion and promotes the power of the imagination that takes us to the next level along life's numerous plateaus. We all deserve a pat on the back at this juncture because we are officially entitled to bear the label of 'Survivor' pinned ceremoniously across our hearts like a badge of courage and meant to be worn with pride!



~ROMAN ARENA ~ ARLES, FRANCE~


Copyright © 2017 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved

All Photos Copyright © 2017 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved


Thursday, July 13, 2017

DON'T YOU SEE?




A series of essays.....




~THE AUTHOR ON A GOOD DAY~


.....as seen through my eyes!






By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

Personal Life Lessons and 'Questions To  Self' I've Encountered During the Trump Era: Before, during his campaign, and after his presidency began. Not, necessarily, in any particular or chronological order with some (most) rendered as deeply personal and emotional. A good friend recently told me that I am certainly not alone in my angst. 

At this point, I still choose to yell each one of these out loud at the top of my lungs because, somehow, it helps to make me feel a little bit better.



~ Don't you see that what was once perceived as fun and folly is now recognized as childish and immature behavior?

~ Don't you see that innocence has died and is being replaced by fear, hatred, retaliation, and an incalculable sense of loss? People have, are, and will suffer (possibly die) from your actions!

~ Don't you see that my profound feeling of simplistic trust and the self-righteous belief that someone or thing (government) will always have my back, in good times as in bad, has been thinned down to a bare minimum?

~ Don't you understand that unconditional love means just that? Not subject to any conditions with no strings attached. I embrace this concept. What about you?

~ Don't you understand that death is inevitable? We have no realistic control over it. It will take us all by surprise or not.....whether we like it or not, one day. This is why we appreciate, with all of our being, those we love while we can.

~ Don't you realize that no amount of riches, birth rights, or fame makes anyone smarter, less vulnerable, or better off than the person standing across the room from you? We are in this game of life together. We must help one another to make it work out for the benefit of all.

~ Don't you realize that mocking, belittling, and calling others by hurtful names only promotes your own weakened character and will, ultimately, lead to your own demise? You are a failure if you do not see yourself, kindly, in others.

~ Don't you know that bullies are loners who must implant fear in those around them in order to command, what a bully might perceive as, their loyalty and respect? It's an illusion. You are no more than a Las Vegas magic act with no redeeming value.

~ Don't you understand that the color of your skin, whether you were born female or male, rich or poor, Christian, a follower of Muhammad, or an atheist, none of these labels define who you truly are? We all belong to the human race. Each one of us share equal importance as participants in this life. 

~ Don't you understand that in order to receive respect from others you must learn that others need you to respect them, as well?  Have you ever been taught the meaning of this valuable word, respect? Oh, and it's pretty well acknowledged that if you don't respect others, you pretty much have never respected yourself. In this regard, you are only too transparent.

~ Don't you see that your take on degrading women by categorizing their appearance, treating them as sexual objects, and taking away their right to control their own body makes you a small person with a crippled insight into the entire other half of this world? Did your own Mother not teach you any better? Did she even bother to have you understand a woman's worth at all?

~ Don't get me started on your apparent lack of education (!!!) and not knowing how to handle yourself in public. A person who hides behind social media is a person who fears contact with others unless he/she is in 'bullying mode' and wishfully believes that they are in total control. 

~ Don't you realize, by the way, that social media is NOT your friend? It may get your several syllables worth out to your 'base.' You might believe you're getting your point across to the world in one hundred and forty characters....or less. However, you have marginalized your intelligence and placed the position of President of the United States in a gravely weakened position of influence and power. You have succeeded in relegating our nation's mainstream (middle class) to the fringes of society by making them seem unimportant, nearly worthless.

~ Don't kid yourself. You feel similarly about your so-called 'base,'  also. Pawns for your amusement. Drop them like a hot potato after they've been used-up!

~ Don't you see that your lies encompass your entire personality? Your temperament is like dealing with any child who is confronted by an authoritative figure. You contort the truth so handily that it must have been a trait given to you at birth. You've perfected it well. Most of us understood early on that what comes out of your mouth (or tweet) shall be turned one hundred and eighty degrees in order for it to, actually, apply to the situation at hand.

~ Finally, and most interestingly, do you believe in karma? I do. Do you even know what this word means? Probably not because if you did, you'd be more aware of what you are doing in this world you have been given so much legal control over. Or, would you?

You must believe in destiny or fate because you push the envelope of both throughout your waking hours. The main principle behind karma is, and I'll put it so that you can understand, what garbage you throw out of your window and splashes onto the street, as it does upon the inhabitants of the village, will inevitably come back to splash you in the face with all its dank murkiness and unsavory ramifications, sooner or later. In Theology this is referred to as the doctrine of inevitable consequence.

This distinctive negative aura, atmosphere, or feeling that surrounds you in every way leads most of us to believe that there is bad karma inside of the White House today. There is bad karma circling around Capitol Hill with its hate-mongers, heretics, and their excessive greed. There is bad karma surrounding unrestrained gun enthusiasts and white supremacists, alike. But, because you are their most influential cheerleader, your current status has awakened a profound and privileged sense of bravado in those too ignorant to comprehend plain, ordinary good judgment!

Don't you see that between your oversized ego and the ration of fear you continue to feed your minions on a daily basis, your fate will come to bite you in the backside with such a vengeance you won't even know what bit you for sure. The world was your oyster handed to you on a Presidential gold plated (in your case) platter. You were too ignorant, too into yourself, and too easily influenced by power, greed, and gluttony to even pretend to want to make this world a better place to live in.

I still continue to learn new life lessons every day. If I'm honest with myself, the strongest lesson I must reintroduce into my life is the power of Hope. If I can feel Hope in my heart once again, I will then work on Trust. Two steps back and one step forward....making progress towards a sense of normalcy, after enduring the stupidity of the past year, appears arduous yet, astonishingly, still achievable. 



Copyright © 2017 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved

Friday, July 7, 2017

NOTE TO SELF......



A series of essays.....




THE THREE MUSKETEERS BEFORE BOARDING
THE ORLANDO EYE



.....as seen through my eyes!




By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

Note to Self: Must Google name of particular phobia that describes living near a popular building, monument, or important place of interest and seldom taking advantage of visiting or seeing it for yourself.

What am I afraid of? There must be a title for this one, too! 

What is it? Laziness? Lack of curiosity? Fear of tourists? More than likely, it's telling yourself that it will always be there and you will have unlimited opportunity to make it happen, if and/or when you want it to. Fear of commitment...? 


GEARING UP FOR THE LATEST SPACE X
SATELLITE LAUNCH THIS WEEK ON THE COAST

Living in Orlando, along with so many surrounding man-made landmarks representing our imagination and desire for fun and distraction, it's easy to get caught-up in this irrational fear and, more than likely, opt for a lazy, uncrowded, sun-filled day by your own pool. From this vantage point, Dan and I are privy to seeing many of the floating villages with exotic names like Virgin, Lufthansa, AVIANCA, and Emirates decked-out in multiple colors and insignias like it was Brazilian Carnival in the sky every day! They are the jumbo-jets, 747's, that fly visitors in and out of the area daily and are so large that their heft and lofty appearance while gliding downward not far above us offers the surreal effect that mimics the attractions these 'villagers' from another land are here to experience!

We're all semi-familiar with the major attractions in and around the greater Orlando area such as Walt Disney World, Sea World, Universal Studios, and International Drive. I-Drive, as it is called by the locals, is not quite as popular to tourists traveling from within the United States to Orlando. However, tourists from around the world make I-Drive one of their important destinations. I must admit that when we were coming down for our week on Sanibel Island for almost thirty years with stops at Walt Disney World every few years, we did not venture into the Orlando proper enough to experience International Drive and were unfamiliar with it until becoming Orlando residents twenty years ago.




I will say that the recent evolution of I-Drive is bringing it 'up to par' with the many other attractions around us. It's cleaner and neater with more updates and adventures to experience and see. The restaurants are top-notch including Café Tu Tu Tango featuring tapas selections and live painters in eclectic digs, Taverna Opa Orlando with Greek cuisine and belly dancing, and Cuba Libre Restaurant & Rum Bar, to name a few. 

If you've been dreaming about entering a building that is seemingly upside-down....then WonderWorks is for you! This topsy-turvy attraction features over one hundred hands-on science exhibits plus laser tag, a rope course, and a 4-dimensional motion theatre ride. Then there's the dusty halls and small rooms filled with oddities at Ripley's Believe It Or Not museum, located just a short walk up I-Drive.

And the shopping!!! Oh, the shopping along this hallowed drive is phenomenal and the pure justification for every international shopper looking to bring home super bargains on bluejeans, footwear, and designer clothing from America. Jackpot! Often these die-hard shoppers will purchase a large, free-wheeling suitcase and roll it along with them as they proceed to fill it up while moving from one store to another. It's less expensive to pay for another checked piece of luggage on the flight home than to pay for standard shipping prices to send their booty back to the U.K., South America, or Germany.




I-Drive runs parallel with I-4 and many of the attractions, restaurants, and hotels are visible from the highway. However, there is a brand new attraction in town, baby, and it certainly stands-out (up) from all of the rest. It is one that I vowed I would never participate in, let alone invest the money on, considering it is the most typical and touristy site you will see in most major cities across the world today!

Located in the heart of the International Drive Resort Area stands the Coca-Cola Orlando Eye, a four-hundred foot iconic observation wheel that is the centerpiece of this new and improved, metro-chic destination. 

I will be the first to admit that I've pooh poohed this huge, white wheel since its completion. I've resisted any urge to climb inside any of its many identical gondolas siting the fact that I've seen an aerial view of my city via numerous plane take-offs and landings, as well as flying much lower over the city in a helicopter a few years ago. This huge, white wheel of motion held nothing for me until......that is.....until my brother-in-law, Chris, mentioned how cool it would be to ride high above Orlando. And, he's the one who's afraid of heights!!

This past Monday, July 3, 2017, we took our maiden voyage on The Orlando Eye. 

And....I really liked it!





It was twenty-two minutes of chronicling our activities of the past twenty years living along this amazing, sprawled-out space we call home. By the time our gondola made it up to the top of the wheel, we'd already reminisced about how young our girls were when we first visited DisneyWorld, off to the southwest. We pinpointed our current neighborhood to the east and viewed the numerous surrounding bodies of water (many springing to life as sinkholes) with a whole new perspective. Peering out towards the northwest, we pointed out to Chris the Keene's Point Country Club in Windermere where he remembers his niece, our oldest daughter, was married on a memorable October's day back in 2002. 

Somehow, I believe that locals are able to reap more benefit and insight from this panoramic spin above Orlando than the esteemed tourist can. After living here for years, we already have stories attached to so many of the sights around us.  


'SPRINKLE CAKE' MEMORIES
FROM YEARS GONE BY......


Tears? Did I have tears in my eyes by the time our stable, little car made it back down to earth? Perhaps. Perhaps the sun was a bit bright even through the protective Low-E coated glass that enveloped us the entire ride. Blame it on my sweet brother-in-law for, well, just being his 'curiosity motivated' self, and the fact that he will be celebrating a milestone birthday near the end of this month! No matter what, we would have never done it without his gentle push and open enthusiasm. 

Thank you, Christopher. So happy you were here, kiddo! Wishing you the Best Birthday celebration, ever!






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Thursday, June 29, 2017

FIREWORKS AND COTTON CANDY DREAMS





A series of essays.....



THE FOURTH OF JULY, 1955 STYLE ~ MISHAWAKA, INDIANA



.....as seen through my eyes!



By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

Believe it or not, kids, there was a time when the world felt much larger than it does today. 

It was a time when we were merely passengers in the buckle-less back seat of Dad's powder blue, 1954 Chevrolet Bel Air, 2-door sedan. Family vacations meant spending hours together with our siblings, with no escape route (back doors), while watching the America of our youth pass by beyond the sleek, curved back windows. The car was everything to us. It defined freedom and mobility and took us to Church on Sunday, Pikes Peak in early August and back home again, and Grandma's house for Thanksgiving. Flying on a commercial plane was a luxury meant for the rich, the businessman, and, by 1958, jet-setters blazing new trails into the future.



THE 1954 CHEVROLET BEL AIR
~A TRUE CLASSIC~

Our compartmentalized youth showed us how to separate school and homework from social hour and playtime with friends. It helped us to appreciate the baked frozen fish sticks, canned green peas, and homemade mashed potatoes Mom placed in front of us for supper on Friday nights; back when we sat around the red and white, enamel and chrome dinette set as a family and talked. It always seemed we took advantage of playing harder on Saturday nights before having to scrub behind our ears and dress-up for Mass on Sunday morning! 

The illusion of freedom filled our heads and muddled our thinking because.....well, because we were kids and time had no limitations on our young, untamed imaginations. 

The story I'm going to tell you is about a special time during my youth that lingers in the positive compartment of my memory bank and is guaranteed to pop-up at this time each year. I recall feeling immensely blessed that on this one day out of the entire year we could witness one of the most spectacular shows created by man. And, all the while I'd be wishing I was a bird that could soar high above it all and witness its dramatic effects from that lofty position!

And, so it goes....


The small, white rental house crackled with excitement. Our anticipation was as palatable as a tall glass of icy-cold strawberry Kool-Aid on a hot summer's day. 

I especially like how happy this day makes my Mother because, even while issuing executive orders to my brother and me, she does it with a smile glowing across her sun-freckled face.

It is Monday, July 4, 1955, Independence Day, with all of the extra special treats of the day soon to be enjoyed in large gulps with memories savored and appreciated for the rest of the summer. 


~MY OLDER BROTHER, RON, AND ME.
TAKEN IN LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA
BEFORE MOVING BACK TO INDIANA.~

I remember that our president is a man called Dwight D. Eisenhower. Dad said he is a smart man even though he is a Republican. Ronnie, my older brother, and I dance to a song on the kitchen radio called (We're Gonna) Rock Around The Clock by someone called Bill Haley and His Comets. Our parents are sure that this kind of "back beat" new music will never become popular but they let us listen to it anyway. We don't care. As long as our stocking feet can slide across the black and white, linoleum kitchen floor, we enjoy the freedom that the rhythm and beat give to us.

Dad will be home soon. He didn't have to work today. Filling the car, his baby, with gas and checking the oil level at the neighborhood gas station is the most likely reason for his absence. I like "his baby," too! Dad taught us to respect a car because it is almost as important as having a roof over our heads. Food is never consumed while in it and our "antsy little selves should never put our shoe-clad feet on the cloth seats, If we know what's good for us!" We understood that quickly enough.

You see, Mom doesn't know how to drive a car. I don't know why. So, I don't think she cares as much about them as long as Dad can take her places. Even if she wanted to learn, I don't think Dad would ever be her best teacher. 




Mom is in the kitchen creating a mobile feast for our picnic dinner to be consumed later while at the park. Oh, the park I'm talking about is called Potawatomi Park over in South Bend. We live on a street called Milburn Boulevard in Mishawaka, in the state of Indiana. All I know about it for sure is that the word Potawatomi is fun to say. Mom says that it is the name of the American Indian tribe that lived around here years ago and the people decided to remember them by naming the park after them. 

Ronnie and I are trying to wile away the daylight hours by bringing out the used Popsicle sticks we've painted and numbered as our favorite cars and drivers at the Indy 500 race. Dad just listened to the race on the radio while washing his car a few weeks ago. We've created a big oval and a start line and pretend we are the drivers of each car. Car Number 4 driven by someone named Bill Vukovich is set in a special place. Ronnie told me this driver never made it home.

I think I heard Dad pull into our driveway and Mom has everything neatly packed inside the  wicker basket. I hope there's some deviled eggs in there. They're my favorite picnic food!

Dad grabs the blankets, basket, and blue Coleman jug that holds pink lemonade inside with few ice cubes. Mom says that too many ice cubes can dilute the yummy lemonade and weaken the flavor. Even though it's warm outside, we're bringing long sleeved jackets and long pants for later when the mosquitoes decide it's time to feast on us at the park. Mom says I might be allergic to the nasty, little vampires because my skin swells up to twice the size around the area where they bite me. I try not to itch them but, I always do.

As we're pulling into Potawatomi Park, I think about the zoo, the oldest in the state of Indiana, and the public swimming pool that my brother and I can ride our bikes to in order to cool off in the summer. I think it costs us fifty cents apiece to get into the pool area. Mom says she'd rather be able to drive us there but has to learn to trust us, sometime. That makes me feel proud. Ronnie is a good brother and watches out for me, most of the time.



"LOOKING DAPPER"
TAKEN WHILE LIVING ON
MILBURN BOULEVARD

But tonight it's about the fireworks and Dad hoists me up onto his shoulders so that I can see the ones lower to the ground. I kind of remember them from last year like when they lit-up an American flag out of gigantic sparklers placed in a fence and it was really fun to see. Dad explains how some rockets fizzle and stay lower to the ground than others. I don't know if that's a mistake or not.

The crowd is large and full of happy, excited people as we watch the stars illuminate the sky above. Dad asks me not to get any pink, sticky sugar in his hair as I pull large tufts of cotton candy from the enormous blob of spun sugar sticking to the white paper cone. Heaven on a stick is what I call it! Mom and Dad munch from a small paper bag filled with caramel popcorn studded with peanuts. Ronnie has decided to dissolve blue cotton candy on his tongue turning it the deep blue color of the night sky. And, it's time for the show!

For almost.....forever, the sparkling colors shoot straight up into the sky only to gently fall back down in diminishing cascades of colored, floating chicken feathers that shift in the breeze until they're practically right above our heads. I found out last year that these feathers can be very hot and burn you when one landed on my arm. Dad calls them the dying embers that often linger as the fire-spewing rocket burns itself out.

When the fireworks begin to take on a life of their own and swiftly go off one right after another, the excitement that I feel gets stronger and stronger until the entire sky lights up like a magical sunrise. The trees in the park appear to come alive as their different forms and heights resemble a smoking dragon making its way across the horizon. It's called the grand finale and my stomach still feels the deep vibrations from the constant boom, boom, boom of the launching rockets.  

And, just like that, they are over. 

It's hard to see the people's faces through the lingering smoke. The breeze will take it away soon. Dad asks me if I want to walk back to the car and he pops me back off his shoulders and we become the crowd itself.

Ronnie somehow knows how tired I feel right now. He says it's a combination of looking forward to something so much, and then it's over. It leaves me breathless, sad, and tired, for sure. He looks over my way and gives me a smile as he grabs my hand and, side-by-side, we walk back to the car. Somehow the kindness he is showing me right now makes up for some of the 'behind the back' arm tucks and other dirty tricks he often gets away with.

It's time to go home to sleep and dream of cotton candy, fireworks, and what the rest of the summer will bring.....!



THE GRAND FINALE


Wishing everyone fond memories and a very happy Fourth of July Celebration!!!!



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