(photos of Whitaker Boys)
Our January–Tyler, Texas
With the big issue of finding a Sales Rep for our Ypsi Doll Clothing line behind us, we know no longer had to “man the booth.” I had been dreading this decision, as I rather like the artistic energy of trade shows, the time away from the dishes and laundry, the reason to dress up, the feeling of possibilities that go with a trade show. That stage of our business had just been handed off, and I was very surprised at the sense of relief I felt.
Being freed from our booth, allowed us to drive the two hours out to The Hunni’s brother’s place.
But first, a little business. The town of Tyler had several boutiques that we wanted to visit. So once again we started the drive, once again we started listening to the looooooooooong tale of The Swiss Family Robinson and their 101 meals, once again the kiddos were stuck in the car, and once again I donned my two-aspirin boots.
Just as we entered the town of Tyler, we passed this shop. We needed to stop as the cell phone coverage wasn’t great, and The Hunni was trying to carry on a conversation with one of his pilot friends who lives in Tyler. His pilot friend couldn’t meet for doughnuts, but that didn’t stop us. (A funny ending to this account is that recently our friend Heather from Austin sat right beside our pilot friend on a flight!!!–it really is a small world.)
Doughnuts feed the soul. This Whit’s End family loves Maple Glaze and Original.
Little Man (the baby) was thrilled to be out of the car and moving his legs. He loved hopping on all the squares. I love black and while linoleum tiles, and our laundry room floor is covered in light blue and white. However, I liked the coffee and cream look here. A little less stark than black and white.
The colors in this photo are reminiscent of Superman. And the chocolate covered doughnut with sprinkles is reminiscent of childhood.
Doughnuts downed, we started visiting boutiques. They were all over town, so it took all of the morning, and into the afternoon to hit all the boutiques. At 2:00, the kids couldn’t hold off anymore. We needed lunch.
With doughnuts for a mid-morning snack, we wanted salad, so we found an Olive Garden and ordered soup, salad, and bread sticks all around. At $6.95 (until 4:00) we often go to an Olive Garden instead of a fast food restaurant while on a trip. You can even get the items to go if you call ahead.
The Hunni’s brother is an unapolegetic redneck. His family lives in a trailer, he has chickens in the yard, he drives a truck that he fixes himself, and he never buys something if he can make it himself. Some humorous definitions of a redneck are. . .
- You might be a Redneck if you ever cut your grass and found a car.
- Your school fight song was “Dueling Banjos”.
- directions to your house include “Turn off the paved road.”
- going to the bathroom at night involves shoes and a flashlight.
- You use the term `over yonder’ more than once a month.
- You have spray painted your girlfriend’s name on an overpass.
- You have a very special baseball cap, just for formal occasions.
- You think that John Deere Green, Ford Blue, and Primer Gray are the three of the primary colors. (from Jeff Foxworthy–comedian)
Being from the country myself, it is always refreshing to get out of the city.
And it is always great to see family. Dave (The Hunni’s brother) and Teresa have two highschool aged boys. Like most Southerners, they always say, “sir” and “ma’am” when answering a question or addressing you. Since we currently live near Detroit where manners are becoming extinct, it is a nice change to be back in the South where manners are a way of life.
Since I had never been to Dave and Teresa’s place, they showed us around. (The Hunni can sometime pop over for a visit when he has a layover in Dallas.)
Dave always has a project going. Here he is showing us three roto tillers that he plans to convert into a machine that will dig a well on his new property.
This is The Hunni’s brother Dave. Now just after The Hunni and I were married, we were visiting his house, and The Hunni’s family kept referring to “Brother Dave.” Now in the South, you often refer to people who attend your church as “Brother So-And-So”, but I found it odd that they refered to this military guy as “Brother Dave.” It took a bit, but I finally realized that they refered to him as “Brother Dave” to differentiate between Uncle Dave (since they both had the same first and last names.)
Ginger here is just purrrrrr-fect. Soft. Beautiful. and Gentle. Too bad we are all allergic to cats.
Nolan my nephew.
Jake is trying to crack the whip that Baseball Boy bought down in San Antonio. Baseball Boy asked me if I wanted to practice cracking the whip, but I said, that I had plenty of practice. I had to “crack the whip” every morning. BTW the reason a whip makes that cracking sound is because the tip (or popper) on the end is traveling faster than the speed of sound.
A professional whip cracker is a friend of The Hunni’s. We had seen him crack whips and throw knives during a performance, but one day he stopped by our house. Talk turned to whips, and he got one out of his trunk and started cracking it in our front yard. He then had The Hunni put a thin strip of paper in his mouth, and he, crack-by-crack, snapped off the ends of that paper until only an inch was left. Now remember that tip is going faster than the speed of sound, and my Hunni’s eyes are just above his mouth. As much as I respected Kevin’s abilities, I was thankful when he started using himself to demonstrate. He then put a strip of paper in his own mouth, and crack-by-crack snapped the end off the paper.
Little Man (the baby) warmed right up to Brother Dave. He’s good with kids. He’s a good dad as well.
My sister-in-law Teresa is Texas born and bred. Listening to her talk is like watching molasses pour on a cold day. Southerners can add two extra syllables to every word in the English language. Example: “Well, shut my mouth, I reckon these here gah-rits-zah (grits) be right good!” translation = These are good grits. Conversely, they can also take three words and make it into one word. Example: I’m fix’n ta go eat. Jaheet, yet? Translation: I going to eat. Did you eat yet?
We headed out to Brother Dave’s new piece of property and “mucked about.” He has some really nice acreage with both woods and a pond.
I love hearing others dreams and plans. There is always a contagious excitement listening in on a dream. I loved walking over Dave and Teresa’s property imaging the changes right along with them.
(Brother + his family) + (Brother +his family) + lots of open space = (Great Afternoon)²
Every dream has some thorns, and we had to be careful not to get poked by this thorn bush. The long thorns not only poked, but they also has an irritant in them that raised a welt.
I included this photo because it is so hard to get a natural picture of this Baseball Boy. He is in the Photo Bombing stage, and it is rare to get a natural smile.
We found this jaw bone on our walk through the enchanted forest.
Even the weeds had a magical quality to them.
Our afternoon tromp ended with a trip to Pizza Hut. There we visited as long as we could before heading back to Dallas for the night.
We left behind a field of dreams and a piece of our hearts.
Oh! We want ta go ta Texas. So glad for these pics. Thanks a bunch!
Sorry it took so long to get them up and posted. I still am having problems with my computer, which makes posting pictures a trial in patience.
Delighted to see your trip photos, and Dave and Theresa’s place with the pond!! Also. the boys
are getting so grown up!! Great of the two brothers and their families!!
Glad to have you back. Hope everything is feeling better.
I LOVED this report of your visit to Tyler! Some of my early memories include going to 5 acres Dad and Mom owned outside of Denton. While they mowed part of it, us kids would play in the woods. Teri and I would find a little clearing and collect moss and stones and make a little pretend house. So fun! I still love to “muck around” in the country! LOL
We saw your mom, but not your dad while in Denton. Saw Martha as well. Your mom was very clear, and asked about my grandma.
Mom really enjoyed your visit so much! Martha said you were a great visitor for her: you knew lots of things she was interested in. 🙂
I remember how much my grandma Henderson enjoyed having someone’s undivided attention for a bit. Also, having lived in Florida, surrounded by “old folks”, I realized the nicest thing you can do for them is to listen to them. And when you listen, you discover very interesting people hiding in worn out bodies. I also learned that sometimes you have to almost yell when communicating–most are a little hard of hearing.
I love that redneck. Formerly known as Snagletooth. Sweet to see his surroundings and smile.
I will have to ask him about the snaggle tooth name! And yes, he is happy. He has a great wife and his boys are gentlemen–redneck gentlemen, but gentlemen.
Not quite as adventerous as having a baby on vacation, but busy enough for me!!! (Loved your story!)