Friday, September 26, 2008

One Hundredth Posting

Hey, Y'all,

Yes, this is the one hundredth posting that I have done. Wow! I can't believe it. It may not seem like much to you, but I didn't know I had that much blabbin' to do. Ha.

I am posting a few more Springfield pictures today. One of them is of a house that is the kind of architecture that I saw a lot of while driving up and down a street called Limestone, in the city of Springfield. I was so impressed with the beautiful structures that I saw, but I couldn't find a really good place to stop along that street, so I saw a house on Plum Street, opposite the Burger King, and took a snap shot of it. Notice the turret on the front corner of the house and how the house is kind of square with three stories. I saw so very many just like the one pictured here.

I was interested enough in the city to do some research on it and discovered that the city was founded in 1799 and platted in 1801. The same year, Griffith Foos built the first tavern which became a famous stagecoach stop. In 1804, the first post office was recorded for Springfield. Simon Kenton built a gristmill and distillery where the old International Harvester plant now stands. International Harvester Company (manufacturer of farm machinery) became the leading local industry after a native, William Whitely, invented the combined self-raking reaper and mower in 1856.

A lot of famous musicians and actors hail from Springfield. IF you would like to read some more about Springfield, go to:

That is where I got the information that is printed here.

The other picture I posted here is of Gramps with Lauren, the speech therapist who worked with him in Springfield. She is a dear, too.

Gramps has had a visit today from the occupational therapist who will be working with him and helping him shower a couple of times this next week. I think that he thinks he doesn't need any body coming to help him shower. BTW, I got him up this morning around 7:30 a.m. so that he could have breakfast and his medications before I took our car to be serviced this morning in Morristown. He was seated in the living room watching TV when I left and when I returned nearly two hours later.

He got up by himself last night about 3 times to go to the restroom and did quite well. I told him I was proud of him. (of course, I am).

Tonight we are having baked sweet potatoes, steak, and a salad. Hope I do the steaks well. I quite often have a little trouble with them when I do them on the George Forman Grill. Sometimes they are a little seared too much. But people do say, "practice makes perfect", don't they?

Well, not much shakin' going on here today. We both took a rest this afternoon. It looks rainy and rainy weather always makes me want to curl up in a corner couch and read. Of course, it really doesn't take rain to put me in a mood to read. People who know me, know that I love to read while I am eating. I just kind of shut every thing out and concentrate on the characters and action in the book I am reading.

One other thing I did today was to mail to our new great grandchild, Alyssa Faith, the quilt that I made for her a few months ago. I will post the picture of it here after her parents, Andrew and Julia, have gotten the package.

It is about time to go into the kitchen and finish preparation of our supper. So, this is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for tonight. God bless each of you with a good night's sleep tonight. Thank you for your continued prayers on our behalf. I know that you know that Gramps is not the only one in the house affected by his illness.

1 comment: TN said...

Hi Grammy, just checking in on you again. It sounds like Gramps is doing good. We were supposed to go to Piegon Forge today to the Shriner's parade, but Bill is not able to go. He barely can get from the bedroom to the bathroom. Last year it was in Myrtle Beach. We went to that one. Maybe next year he will be able to go again. That is what I pray for. And I pray that Gramps will contine to improve. Take care of yourself. You know that I know how hard it is on you! Love, Clara