WHEN I’M 64………..pounds heavier....

Oct 23, 2016 by

That’s what I think I gained on my last birthweek.  It was a calorie marathon and I crossed the finish line with flying colors.  Nooooo problem.  And, my friends really stepped up to the plate to insure I would not have a pang of hunger during that week by helping me celebrate all throughout the Texas hill country.  Marble Falls, Johnson City, Austin and Fredericksburg were the B-day destinations.  Here are some pictures of celebrating my sixty-fourth.  By the way, I’ve got a great idea for my next birthday gift………elastic!   (Click here to remember…..)                                                                                 ...

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ONE IS SILVER AND THE OTHER GOLD...

Feb 8, 2015 by

                                                           Make New Friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other, gold.   Yesterday, I met my friend, Teri, for lunch in Fredericksburg for lunch at Vaudeville (you simply must go).  It was the perfect storm.  A beautiful day, divine food, and being with a dear friend that I’ve know since my Kerrville days — ummmm, that would be over twenty years, ago.  How I have stayed friends has been a really challenge.  Teri is this little bitty petite thing, the epitome of cuteness, and on top of all that—the sweetest person you will ever meet.  Yes, it’s really nauseating, but I’ve held in...

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A WEEKEND AT FREDDY’S

Dec 8, 2014 by

I’ve been plugged into Fredericksburg, another Texas Hill Country jewel, for years.  At first it was just a town I went through to get to Kerrville.  The only time we would venture back to Fredericksburg was to go eat the little steak at Shorty’s Diner.  I can remember, in the seventies, walking into the Domino Parlor (or was it Hall?) and the townsfolk would change their conversations from English to German.  Clearly, I was the outsider.  Years later, when a family member built the business center by the hospital, we had to take out a couple of trees for the parking lot.  I thought we would be killed in our sleep.  Those Germans loved their trees and every inch of their German soil.  Good for them.  That pride is the reason Fritztown has retained...

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