What a Week!

Wow! Has this past week flown by! That happens when you’re busy and having fun. We had the honor of our granddaughter Jordan’s being with us for the week - ending when she went home with her Daddy on Father’s Day. I can’t think of a better, more fitting, way to celebrate Father’s Day than to have had that week with Jordan.

We went bowling one day. We went down to Atlanta one day - taking in the new Aquarium, the zoo, and the Cyclorama. We visited what I consider the prettiest waterfall in Georgia and picnicked at the park on another day. And, we went fishing one day. I hope that Jordan enjoyed the week as much as Ann and I did, and I think she did.

I never had the chance to spend a week with either set of my grandparents. My maternal grandfather died before I was born, and my paternal grandparents both died before I got to know them well. When I was about 13 years old, I did spend a week with my grandmother Croft. It wasn’t anything like the week we just had with Jordan though. I guess the only similarity in the weeks was that "Nanny" took me fishing - probably every day I was there. She lived in a little house on the edge of a lake in Florida. What I remember most was that she had no indoor plumbing, and no electricity. I took a bath in a washtub on the back porch, and the outhouse was probably fifty yards away. We fished off a little rickety dock that went out into the lake. We’d catch "silvers" on bread dough, then with a long cane pole and a "silver" on a large hook, we’d throw the line out to fish for bass that Nanny called "trout." We caught a few "trout" every morning, and Nanny would fry them up for lunch.

Jordan likes to play games - Joker, especially - and we played almost every evening. Jordan also renewed her friendship with our neighborhood dogs. She and Jack are something special together. Jordan likes all kinds of animals though, and I’m sure she missed all her goats, and cows, and dogs, and alpacas back on their Virginia farm. Our son, John, drove down to take her home on the weekend, and they are probably nearing home as I write this.

Jordan, we miss you already ....