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| Memorial Day on Milligan Mountain |
60 degrees/cloudy/calm winds
Pentoga Road
I hope we remember the real meaning of our country's current special day. Thank you to those who sacrificed their lives for this great nation, to all the veterans past and present, and of course, the active members of our armed forces.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Sunday was a busy one. We'd offered to loan our kayaks to Tim and Rose so they and their weekend company could enjoy our area lake. I warned them that the boats hadn't been cleaned yet this spring and were quite dirty.
An SUV pulled in yesterday morning. Rose and Bonnie jumped out with scrub buckets in hand, soap, and sponges, saying that the least they could do was wash our kayaks.
Bless their hearts. It was appreciated, but not necessary. I quickly hooked up the high pressure washer and together, we made quick work of blasting last winter's grime from the plastic boats.
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| Rose, Bonnie, and Sargie All three were having fun, posing for a imaginary kayak advertisement |
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| There goes a day's worth of fun |
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| Sargie and I will be laid here, someday, to join the rest of the Milligan Family who have gone on before. |
I was quite taken with the creeping flocks that are growing wild by the family plots. As on cue, they were in full bloom for Memorial Day.
We eventually made our way to the Milligan home place, the house where Sargie and her seven siblings were raised and where so many fond memories were made.
Sargie's dad, a WWII decorated veteran of Iwo Jima, ran the family general store in Foster City. Her mom was the post mistress, the post office being located in the general store.
Foster City is now officially listed as a ghost town, one that may be void of many residents, but still overflows with fond memories. In fact, if one stands in front of the vacant general store or in the backyard on Milligan Mountain and closes his eyes and concentrates real hard, he can still hear the laughter of all the Milligan children playing from those years long ago.
If not already beautiful enough, Ron and Nancy have made the Milligan family home a show place that in reality, could be featured in any magazine. Sitting by itself attop a large hill, the home overlooks a valley that Ron keeps immaculately mowed and trimmed.
The interior is just as tasteful. Nancy, Ron, and the rest of the family, all, have the knack for decorating, inside and out.
The men played bocci ball and caught up on each other's lives. The ladies talked and did what ladies do at family gatherings. The young cousins resembled a school of fish chasing each other across the green meadows of Milligan Mountain.
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| Nephew and Sargie's godson, Taylor, deserves his own cooking show on the Food Network |
I received a text/picture from Tim late in the afternoon. Seems there'd been some rhubarb gatherers on Pentoga Road in our absence.
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| Mike, Bonnie, Rose |
I kiddingly told Tim that they hung horse thieves. What happens to those who steal rhubarb? I hope they took what they wanted. I hate to see anything go to waste.
Hambone came home with us last night for a few days. Our house tends to be too quiet and when Grady's with us, there's seldom a dull moment. He surprised us last night by demonstrating that he's now big enough to pour his own milk. Nary a drop was spilled... yet.
It's time to get this uploaded and go for my morning stroll while Hambone and Sargie are still sacked out.
On today's agenda: There are two clumps of peonies that have to be moved before Larry the Heavy Equipment Guy shows up to begin the big landscape work in front of the garden. I'd like to begin landscaping around the pond, and of course, with Hambone in the house, there's little doubt we'll be playing in the sand and doing some swimming as well.
After all, a man's work is never done.
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| Ross is ready for an afternoon of socializing |
So are the tales from Pentoga Road...
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| Today's random Alaska picture: Brother Elmer fishing for siifish on the arctic ice. |
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