Category: Country Living

Tic Marks

“I say a pressure drop, oh pressure, oh yeah, pressure drop a drop on you.” Pressure DropToots and the Maytals

I knew this was coming; the pressure would would start to close in the closer it got to our time of departure and then the reality would start to set in. Well folks…it’s definitely setting now! I will say that I’m having a bit of stress at the moment. It seems like everything is happening at the last minute. I have my last two classes this week ending on Thursday, I have to meet my advisor at UNCG Friday, grade final projects over the weekend and fit in some cleaning in between all of that. There’s some extra things I have to do as well and then we are out of here next Wednesday, May 14!

I want to share with you all some info that some of you are not aware of: my parents live in Paradise. This place is absolutely gorgeous. The view of the water is breathtaking and often when eating at the dinner table we look out of the window and call it, “The Moving Picture Show.” 

 
   

 

It’s just so beautiful. It will be sad to leave this for the summer because the beauty spans across all types of days, not just sunny ones. 

  
The nights are fantastic too.

   
 
Who wouldn’t love this right? Please don’t take my talks of beauty as being boastful, it’s just hard not want to share it with others. Plus, I just want you all to know what I’m leaving. Even though I’m going to be exploring A LOT, I will still long for warm days on the creek, and wish I was smelling that wonderful salt smell blowing through the air on windy days. 

It’s home. 

The Storyteller

“I tried to go back, as if I could, all spec house and plywood.” CopperlineJames Taylor

I woke up this morning with an agenda. My mother and I planned on attending Greenville’s, “Pirate Festival” located downtown Greenville. I had thought about it for roughly a week before the event was to take place, and contemplated whether or not it would be something I would follow through with. Well, it seemed that I WAS going to go through with this today. I was about to get ready when mom said, “I really don’t feel well.” Knowing that she felt bad, I knew it probably wouldn’t be a good idea. So there wasn’t anything really lost by not attending and I wasn’t trying to put mom through something that was probably going to torture her.

So as I drank my coffee I started thinking about the conversation I had with my cousin Rick via text – by the way I feel like I should add into this that when Rick texts, he uses no commas so it takes a minute to decipher the text lol (I still love him). He lives in a very small town in Illinois called, “Cowden”. The population, last I heard, was around 400. I’m sure that number has grown since 1999. Let me check with the almighty Oracle………okay Google says it’s around 599. So there are roughly 600 people in this small town. The last time I was there, I was only aware of a post office, gas station, band stand and cemetery. Even though it was a small town, I was young and it was new so it has fond memories with me.

Rick

Rick is my mother’s first cousin. Have you ever heard someone say, “That guy is a trip!”? If you have, well, I’m most certain they were speaking of Rick. He’s hilarious. There’s no getting around that. As his reputation holds honest and true, he is funny and can tell a story that is out of this world interesting. He INSISTS he is NOT lying when he comes up with a tall tale that seems flabbergasting. No matter what tale he’s telling, you’re always entertained and it will stay with you forever. Not only are his tales outrageous, but he lives on a quiet little farm that is home to several horses and recently some baby chicks! The most recent news I became privy to was that he and his son Luke put up some fencing for his baby chickens that he purchased.

I’ve been to Illinois three times, and all of those times I stayed in Cowden at Rick’s farm. The first time I was 13 yrs old and attended a family reunion? I’m not entirely sure it was a family reunion but I’m almost positive. The second time I was 16. It was also my first plane ride! I stayed on the farm for around 2 – 3 weeks and it was really great. We rode 4-wheelers and visited people and went places. The third time I visited I was 18. That was even cooler because I was familiar with my surrounding and in a different age bracket so I enjoyed different things like hanging out with other people my age and riding around and doing silly stuff. Since 1999, I haven’t been back. Thinking about that makes it a little sad.

SO…what my parents and I have decided is that we will actually stop in and visit Rick on our way back from WA! YAY!! I’m REALLY excited about that and today I kind of sat back and day dreamed about what we will do when we visit. Will we ride horses? Yes. Will we ride 4-wheelers? Maybe. I’m not sure if he has one, but I’m pretty sure he does. Will we visit people? Yes. Will we enjoy our time with Rick? Absolutely. I’m hoping that we may even get to see Luke and Kim (Rick’s son and daughter in-law). It’s been many years since we’ve all seen each other. I would love to get ahold of those chickens. 🙂 But the one thing I’m most ready for is…

Rick’s story telling. 🙂