Port Tobacco Marina-Wedding

Note: The wedding party had their own paid photographer. However, the photos posted here were taken by me on my cell phone.

 

Port Tobacco Marina-Wedding

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Port Tobacco Marina/Restaurant

On September 24th, Port Tobacco Marina (PTM) was closed to the public in order to provide their beautiful surroundings and talented catering staff for a wedding ceremony.

 

The day started out with a pleasant breeze and overcast, but rain was not to be seen. By the time the ceremony was underway the sun was out, so the Bride and her entourage were granted the colors they wanted for the background.

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The proceedings began at four o’clock on the restaurant side. At five forty five everyone crossed over the walking bridge to the Marina, when the matrimony was performed.

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The presiding Minister

The crowd was dressed to the nines, but the Bride was a sight to behold in her flowing white gown. Then everyone crossed back over the bridge for the perfectly catered services performed by Chris and the Marina staff.

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The band performed on both sides of the bridge and the photographer was busy capturing the lively crowd and beautiful scenery. The parking and Marina site was organized by the reliable PTM employee Mike Miller and his staff.

 

Your three words, my little story: La Toya’s words

Your three words, my little story
La Toya’s words: love, faith & motivation

 

She had no idea where she was until she saw a sign that read, “Now entering Sloan. Hope you enjoy your stay.” She must have taken a wrong turn, somewhere in Wilson. Navigation wasn’t her strong suit, but she still had FAITH knowing she wouldn’t be late.

 

She was so hungry, so, she decided to slow down and look for a bite to eat. Unlike the hurried pace of a large city, so this quaint little town was different.

 

She turned right turn onto the one-way street that circled the park. In the park, she saw a man reading a paper and a lady sitting next to him feeding the pigeons. She immediately fell in LOVE with Sloan. How could she not? The noonday sun and gentle breeze rustling through the tree leaves presented such a serene setting.

 

Further down the street, on the right, was a diner. She parked in front of it, got out and headed into the rustic old building. Inside, she hesitated in front of the chalk board that listing the day’s special. The waitress, Betty, greeted her. “Hello, welcome to Grace’s.”

 

“Hi! Where should I sit?”

 

“Anywhere you want. I find most people like a booth by the window.”

 

“Well, so do I.” La Toya sat down so she could watch all the activity in the park and relax.

 

Betty handed her a menu and a slightly used local paper, then asked, “May I get you something to drink?”

 

“Yes. May I have a diet Pepsi along with the special please?”

 

“Sure can. Where ya headin’?”

 

“I’m going to Arkansas to teach some college students about MOTIVATION.”

 

“Wow! I never met anyone that teaches that.”

 

“Me neither. This is my first time and I’m a little nervous.”

 

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do fine. Flash em that pretty smile; that will draw them in. Then you can present your message of what motivates you.”

 

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Brownsville, PA

How ya like my hat? Camouflage hat (true story)

How ya like my hat? Camouflage hat (true story)

 

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I can’t remember where or when I got this hat, but I’m sure I didn’t pay much for it. Raymond took this picture, while I was kneeling behind my mom and dad’s tombstone at Arlington National Cemetery.

 

In 2013, Raymond and I were down in North Carolina eating breakfast, when he asked our waitress, “Anything fun to do around here?”

 

She said, “No, you’re in North Carolina! Oh, there is a Rodeo tonight.” Then she gave us the information we needed to get there.

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Raymond asked, “Are you going?”

 

“Maybe, I’m not sure yet.”

 

“Hope to see you there.”

 

We went to the rodeo, because neither one of us had ever been to one. I was wearing the hat in the above picture and one of the entertainers was wearing a huge red cowboy hat. I mean it was huge. The red hat guy said, “I want everyone to applaud when I call out the state you’re from.” He yelled out, “North Carolina.” Most of the spectators applauded, hooted and hollered. He said, “Georgia,” Some of the crowd clapped. “How about Tennessee?” A few Tennessean’s were there. Then he asked, “Did I miss anyone?”

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I raised my hand and yelled, “Yes, me!”

 

He asked, “Where you from?”

 

“Maryland!” Raymond knows me very well, so he moved a couple spaces away from me to my right.

 

“What are you doing here?”

 

“I’m talking to a guy with big ugly red hat!”

 

He said, “You have no room to talk with that hat. Where did you get it?”

 

By this time Raymond was on the other side of the bench when I said, “I got it at Wal-Mart, next to a big red hat.”

 

I guess his time was up, because he waved at me and finished his segment. Our waitress was sitting in our section, in the front row. We were at the top, when she stood up and waved at us. I thought, that was cool.

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Past, present & plans 9-22-16

Past, present & plans 9-22-16

 

Past

 

I told you guys that we didn’t have any running water after moving to Hughesville. We had what I called walking water, because George and I carried it from our neighbor. However, there was a non-working well fifty feet from our back door and about thirty feet deep.

 

Dad talked about sending me down the well on a rope seat to investigate. I was so excited to do such a thing and a little bit scared too. That task never happened though. I guess because I was only twelve.

 

He did get the old fashioned hand pump well working though, so we carried the water from our well instead of the neighbor. It was six months or so before the family had running water.

 

Present

 

Yesterday I helped a friend, Bill, remove an old weighted window and replace it with a newer double hung window.

 

After the first hour I had to sit down because of my COPD. It took another four hours to complete the job and I had to sit at least eight more times, probably more. During the last hour I felt dizzy several times and thought I was going to pass out, but I couldn’t stop until the hole was weather tight. I used my experience and Bill did most of the work.

 

If you smoke, COPD could be in your future. I would suggest quitting.

 

Plans

 

At sixty two, I suffer from type two diabetes, COPD and, of course, an assortment of aches and pains. I’m sure the COPD is why I’m disabled.

 

Because of these issues I don’t do much. Maybe if I lost fifty pounds and moved more every day, I would be able to last longer than an hour before I had to sit.

 

I know I need to lose weight, because I don’t see very many older fat people; but, it’s much easier to think about it, than to actually do something.

Your three words, my little story: Carolyn’s words

Your three words, my little story
Carolyn’s words: Grace, Jewell & Nell

 

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Cousin Carolyn

 

Special note: Grace, Jewell & Nell are sisters. Each one of them are very special to me and I carry them deep in my heart. One is my Mom, one is Carolyn’s Mom and the other one is Butch’s Mom. The story is fiction, but the Adam’s sisters are real and have all passed away.

 

I will not treat the sisters special in my stories, but like all the other residents of, “Sloan”, they’re good people.

 

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My Adam’s family from the Appalachia Mountains then eastern Tennessee

 

They were raised in the hills of the Appalachian Mountains. Each one of them left home before their twenties to raise their own families. After their husbands passed away and the children left the nest, all three moved to Sloan. They pooled their money together and bought a house on Main St. across from, Judy, the librarian. Judy had no siblings or children and her husband was also dead.

 

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Cousin Butch

 

The Adams sisters were known throughout the county as very caring, loving ladies, that had a gift with a deck of cards. Rook was the main card game in Sloan; and the sisters learned that game the moment they were old enough shuffle a deck.

 

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Mack (dad) and Grace (mom)

 

GRACE and JEWELL were partners on Mondays; NELL and Jewell were partners on Wednesdays; Judy and Jewell were partners on Fridays. It would have been easier for Judy if one of them was her partner all the time; however, it didn’t matter to the sisters because they played the same style all their lives.

 

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In the back are Uncle Jack and Aunt Jewell in the front are Jack Jr and Carolyn

 

Judy never had a sister; now, she had three. It was four of a kind. Where you saw one, you saw four. They were thought of, as the Sloan Sisters.

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Uncle Arthur and Aunt Nell

 

There will be more of Adam’s sister in the future