<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824</id><updated>2011-12-22T22:12:02.743-05:00</updated><category term='Gretchen'/><category term='Watching the Bluebirds'/><category term='1 The John dela Howe Years'/><category term='Basketball game at Chesnee'/><category term='Cross Country Running Meet'/><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Lexie'/><category term='All of Mema&apos;s porcelain dolls will have to find a new home.'/><category term='When Bear Came Visiting'/><category term='The construction'/><category term='Steve and Gaines on a morning run'/><category term='Calvin'/><category term='3 My Early Years'/><category term='2008 John dela Howe Reunion'/><category term='Bit'/><category term='Wayne and Cory'/><category term='The Trophy Shop'/><title type='text'>The Hall's State</title><subtitle type='html'>Sit Back Enjoy the Ride You Are in Good Hands With Hall's State</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-8784149392930219380</id><published>2010-08-08T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T06:40:09.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CINDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/TF6CvuRtXYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/nz39s_8UZXA/s1600/IMG_1659-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/TF6CvuRtXYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/nz39s_8UZXA/s320/IMG_1659-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&amp;nbsp; Baby Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;We hope all your days will be fill with Joy and Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;We hope all you wishes and prayers are fulfilled on this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;special day for a very special girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;We love you very very much and give thanks every day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;that you are ours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Mema and Papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; 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FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/TDDWAZzbStI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ap7pglOvAsQ/s320/babypayton2+011+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-2730803293302828323?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/2730803293302828323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=2730803293302828323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/2730803293302828323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/2730803293302828323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-grandson.html' title='Great Grandson'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/TDDWAZzbStI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ap7pglOvAsQ/s72-c/babypayton2+011+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-4570690396587662085</id><published>2010-07-01T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:10:02.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Great Grand Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/TC1J5Ve3cEI/AAAAAAAAA2g/UL8xtD6pl3c/s1600/IMG00010-20100701-1230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/TC1J5Ve3cEI/AAAAAAAAA2g/UL8xtD6pl3c/s320/IMG00010-20100701-1230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Born July 1, 2010&lt;br /&gt;George Payton Guenther&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-4570690396587662085?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/4570690396587662085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=4570690396587662085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/4570690396587662085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/4570690396587662085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-great-grand-son.html' title='New Great Grand Son'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/TC1J5Ve3cEI/AAAAAAAAA2g/UL8xtD6pl3c/s72-c/IMG00010-20100701-1230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-2368062519298212897</id><published>2010-02-06T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:42:17.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TERRY LEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Terry Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S24KtLFNCxI/AAAAAAAAA1c/hH_XFaryI9s/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 187px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 303px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S24KtLFNCxI/AAAAAAAAA1c/hH_XFaryI9s/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We Wish you the Happest Birthday Ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mema &amp;amp; Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-2368062519298212897?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/2368062519298212897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=2368062519298212897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/2368062519298212897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/2368062519298212897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-terry-lee.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TERRY LEE'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S24KtLFNCxI/AAAAAAAAA1c/hH_XFaryI9s/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-1702505606547665008</id><published>2010-01-24T12:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T08:44:39.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk in the Woods ( Camp Croft)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This time of the year there is an eerie feeling as you make your way on the trail in the woods. The only sound is the crunch of leave under foot. At this time of the year you can see more of the landscape than months when there is vegetation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk today started at the trailhead on Dairy Ridge Road and&amp;nbsp;walked down to the junction of the Palmetto Trail that runs along Fairforest Creek and back to Dairy Ridge Road. The hike is about three miles. Shot some pictures along the way that I will post to the blog.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yCvdTWK6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/SzAchWyf8Jw/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the Tail Markers on the Palmetto Trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yDPmmdNfI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Aurqd66dd7M/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yDPmmdNfI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Aurqd66dd7M/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;An old WWII&amp;nbsp; Training Bunkers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;showing the age of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yEPLUjL-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/YlEXLEJVp1I/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yEPLUjL-I/AAAAAAAAA0s/YlEXLEJVp1I/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Follow the Blaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yEjKeb8MI/AAAAAAAAA00/QTpWZR31tfQ/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yEjKeb8MI/AAAAAAAAA00/QTpWZR31tfQ/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You pass these boulders in the Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and never notice them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yFK9DnGsI/AAAAAAAAA08/a4GajV27yp0/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yFK9DnGsI/AAAAAAAAA08/a4GajV27yp0/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yFdNOGevI/AAAAAAAAA1E/SA1ab9hzOnM/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yFdNOGevI/AAAAAAAAA1E/SA1ab9hzOnM/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Two pictures of an old bridge that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;is slowly deteriorating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder where and who use this bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to go about their daily commute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yHdoKsX9I/AAAAAAAAA1M/7kHZ09YXnXE/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yHdoKsX9I/AAAAAAAAA1M/7kHZ09YXnXE/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Construction on the Dairy Ridge Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will be nice when it is completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-1702505606547665008?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/1702505606547665008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=1702505606547665008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/1702505606547665008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/1702505606547665008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2010/01/walk-in-woods.html' title='A Walk in the Woods ( Camp Croft)'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1yCvdTWK6I/AAAAAAAAA0U/SzAchWyf8Jw/s72-c/DSC_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-2657839730273666061</id><published>2010-01-21T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:08:09.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Happy Birthday Ashley&amp;nbsp; Our Wish is that your day is a great one .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1kIUF4rPUI/AAAAAAAAA0M/70k5IprlISQ/s1600-h/DSC_0047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1kIUF4rPUI/AAAAAAAAA0M/70k5IprlISQ/s320/DSC_0047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Mema and Papa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-2657839730273666061?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/2657839730273666061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=2657839730273666061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/2657839730273666061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/2657839730273666061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-ashley-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1kIUF4rPUI/AAAAAAAAA0M/70k5IprlISQ/s72-c/DSC_0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-8917204680526516709</id><published>2010-01-14T04:59:00.094-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T05:34:09.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S08mZ68JxaI/AAAAAAAAAxM/L6m7HbQdlt8/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S08mZ68JxaI/AAAAAAAAAxM/L6m7HbQdlt8/s320/Copy+of+DSC_0018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Table is waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S08nC-GtojI/AAAAAAAAAxk/HjXJHGNcY2I/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S08nC-GtojI/AAAAAAAAAxk/HjXJHGNcY2I/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;Jerry and Kerrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S08nh1Yf3yI/AAAAAAAAAxs/PENt6KaBhiM/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S08nh1Yf3yI/AAAAAAAAAxs/PENt6KaBhiM/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ashley &amp;amp; Kerrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S08of_t4eVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4vh_L8aHbx4/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S08of_t4eVI/AAAAAAAAAx0/4vh_L8aHbx4/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Christopher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S08o5hXmNhI/AAAAAAAAAx8/OF3sF1K9R28/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S08o5hXmNhI/AAAAAAAAAx8/OF3sF1K9R28/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cindy signing the Table cloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1GMvIqk0nI/AAAAAAAAAyE/YxfDOyYSQss/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1GMvIqk0nI/AAAAAAAAAyE/YxfDOyYSQss/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1GNjHbXheI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ikxOjVXrdHc/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1GNjHbXheI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ikxOjVXrdHc/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Mema making her mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1GODMjYElI/AAAAAAAAAyc/aBGC4rU79AE/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1GODMjYElI/AAAAAAAAAyc/aBGC4rU79AE/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Rick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1GPZYHqUtI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mWogOZd5LR0/s1600-h/DSC_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1GPZYHqUtI/AAAAAAAAAzM/mWogOZd5LR0/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1GVoEtGXXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/E1oXMR2rwCc/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1GVoEtGXXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/E1oXMR2rwCc/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Terry&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1GRZUEnvVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/bXqMR5zVIJg/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S1GRZUEnvVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/bXqMR5zVIJg/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-8917204680526516709?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/8917204680526516709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=8917204680526516709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/8917204680526516709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/8917204680526516709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S08mZ68JxaI/AAAAAAAAAxM/L6m7HbQdlt8/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-1056229462661011354</id><published>2010-01-04T08:53:00.098-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T06:03:12.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Season 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The usual Christmas dinner was at the Steak House as we have done for the last 30&amp;nbsp;years or more. We arrived about 5:30 and soon Cindy and her family arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;There were Cindi and Rick, Ashley, Kerri&amp;nbsp;and Jerry and Mema and I. We talk and ate and had a very good time on Christmas eve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S0MXH_ZxrXI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6WN9dcUREtM/s1600-h/IMG_2788.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S0MXH_ZxrXI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6WN9dcUREtM/s320/IMG_2788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S0MX6rSv1AI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Ul-jaZ6AwU4/s1600-h/IMG_2787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S0MX6rSv1AI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Ul-jaZ6AwU4/s320/IMG_2787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Mema &amp;amp; Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S0MXySoMOPI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vTwm6Mz-6NI/s1600-h/IMG_2785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S0MXySoMOPI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vTwm6Mz-6NI/s320/IMG_2785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Kerrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S0MX2Bl1QrI/AAAAAAAAAwE/JSwfEuIejZ8/s1600-h/IMG_2786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S0MX2Bl1QrI/AAAAAAAAAwE/JSwfEuIejZ8/s320/IMG_2786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Jerry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S0MWiqMdynI/AAAAAAAAAvs/wIuaJn1CNC8/s1600-h/IMG_2784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S0MWiqMdynI/AAAAAAAAAvs/wIuaJn1CNC8/s320/IMG_2784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Rick &amp;amp; Cindi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;We Hope Everyone Had a Merry Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-1056229462661011354?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/1056229462661011354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=1056229462661011354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/1056229462661011354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/1056229462661011354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-season-2009.html' title='The Christmas Season 2009'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/S0MXH_ZxrXI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6WN9dcUREtM/s72-c/IMG_2788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-5256935781813886679</id><published>2010-01-04T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T08:08:57.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Christopher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SV2ayX6H1NI/AAAAAAAAAl4/nUENPuo07r0/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286551727804765394" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SV2ayX6H1NI/AAAAAAAAAl4/nUENPuo07r0/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" style="float: left; height: 213px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You bees da man.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Hope you had a nice Birthday&amp;nbsp; Mema &amp;amp; Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-5256935781813886679?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/5256935781813886679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=5256935781813886679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/5256935781813886679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/5256935781813886679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-christopher.html' title=''/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SV2ayX6H1NI/AAAAAAAAAl4/nUENPuo07r0/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-7445308806899932223</id><published>2009-10-14T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:29:12.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach Trip  2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our usual vacation is a trip to the beach and a few day stay at the Springmaid Resort and this year was no different. We drove down Sunday morning and arrived about 2 PM and check in and got settled in our room.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SsnevAv7IBI/AAAAAAAAAr0/kxg9Lc0c9bQ/s1600-h/IMG_2689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SsnevAv7IBI/AAAAAAAAAr0/kxg9Lc0c9bQ/s400/IMG_2689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;View from our balcony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After a little rest and a short walk around the grounds and on the beach we headed for our favorite restaurant Sara J's in Garden City &lt;a href="http://www.sarajs.com/"&gt;http://www.sarajs.com/&lt;/a&gt; and by the way unless you are a big eater and you order the fish plate choose the senior plate&amp;nbsp;it is more than I can eat for one&amp;nbsp;meal . We always choose a table inside but there outside tables&amp;nbsp;on the &amp;nbsp;porch and the view of the inlet and buildings in the back ground are breathtaking . Just to the&amp;nbsp;left of the restaurant is also a great place to take pictures&amp;nbsp; here are a few .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SsqtLjiRy1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/mybjJOkHMAo/s1600-h/IMG_2710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SsqtLjiRy1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/mybjJOkHMAo/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SsqtEEpki8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/h0R8GxlsyUA/s1600-h/IMG_2709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SsqtEEpki8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/h0R8GxlsyUA/s320/IMG_2709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Ssqs6CoDIKI/AAAAAAAAAsU/6LiCKYa0iu8/s1600-h/IMG_2697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Ssqs6CoDIKI/AAAAAAAAAsU/6LiCKYa0iu8/s320/IMG_2697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after a buffet breakfast at Marlins restaurant we headed for the beach. As usual we did not come with the chairs and umbrella , because we had always rented one on the beach which is easier than setting one up and taking it down ever day and washing and drying it off before putting them back in the car. Well to our surprise the rental service on beach at the motel had closed for the season. So day one and two we sat on&amp;nbsp;the beach sand and Delores spent time looking for shark teeth while I walked to Myrtle Beach State Park pier and back&amp;nbsp;several time each day.&amp;nbsp;We decided to spend the last couple of days around the pool where there was plenty of chairs and nice cool water. Stopped in Columbia at the mall on Harribson Rd.on the way home at streached our legs and did a little shopping . We had a great vacation and can't wait till next year .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-7445308806899932223?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/7445308806899932223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=7445308806899932223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/7445308806899932223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/7445308806899932223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2009/10/beach-trip-2009.html' title='The Beach Trip  2009'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SsnevAv7IBI/AAAAAAAAAr0/kxg9Lc0c9bQ/s72-c/IMG_2689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-3899869150524593628</id><published>2009-06-30T22:03:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T05:13:08.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Sks8pngeHTI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FN7A7A6VviI/s1600-h/John+Bryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353439267737443634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Sks8pngeHTI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FN7A7A6VviI/s320/John+Bryan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ride on my Friend&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My friend took one last ride today. A lonely ride , a solo ride.&lt;br /&gt;I was not there but, I am sure he rode it easy in the saddle with his hand strong on the bars and his head high and firm facing the road ahead. John was that kind of a man . He faced the battles of this world like he did the rides that he rode. He had fought the good fight now he is riding to his reward. The bible tell us of all the beauties of heaven , the gates of pearl, the walls of jasper , the crystal sea, the many mansions, the streets of gold and so many treasures untold. The bible also tells us it will be a place of complete happiness . Happiness is doing what you love to do, so I am sure that happiness for John is to have that street of gold lead to a high mountain with hairpin curves so he can spend all eternity doing what he loved to do Ride… Goodbye my friend, and Ride,Ride,Ride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-3899869150524593628?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/3899869150524593628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=3899869150524593628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/3899869150524593628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/3899869150524593628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-ride.html' title='The Last Ride'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Sks8pngeHTI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FN7A7A6VviI/s72-c/John+Bryan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-9122103219136413075</id><published>2009-05-26T05:02:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:08:07.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>The night air was becoming chilly and we slowly made our way along the narrow winding road. It was dark and the only light was the moon and stars that appeared as the sky would open occasional between the trees overhead and the bright red tail and head light of the bicycle shining on the black \top road ahead. There was a silence that was next to total deafness as we were biking some where in the mountains in western North Carolina around Cashiers/Highlands area . The only sound was the slow hum of the chains as it slipped through the derailleur of our bicycles. We had left Spartanburg earlier in the day and were on two night and two day counterclockwise trip into the mountains and back into western South Carolina around Oconee and then by the back roads though Greenville and home to Spartanburg. It was a very challenging adventure for me but not for my riding companion. He was a burly man about six foot two inches tall with legs like pistons on a steam engine. He was a very experienced cyclist having rode the Paris / Brest / Paris, The ride across Missouri and The ride across Ohio. Once he rode from Chicago to Denver for his vacation. He was the best long distance bike rider that I have ever known. Put another way I guess what I am saying is he was the best that I have ever had the pleasure of riding with. On one of his long daily ride I was forced to quit the ride. Once we had left early in morning and were to ride to Union and down old 176 though Whitmire and to a small town of Pomaria and across to Prosperity to Saluda to Clinton and back to Spartanburg. All was going good until somewhere around Saluda I bonk out big time. After a call to my son in Spartanburg, my companion and I decided he should go on ahead and finish the ride so he left and later my son got there and we headed back to Spartanburg we saw him sitting on the curb at Hardees in Clinton having a tea. After a short chat we headed home with the promise that I would, after a shower, backtrack and make sure he was doing ok, which I did. He was just about 17 miles from home and greeted me with “Boy sure wished you had brought me a Coke“I went to the nearest store which was about ten miles away. Back with coke in hand he was now about ten miles from home. After making sure he was ok and that he was riding on in I left. The next day he informed me that he got back to the departure point just as it was getting dark. Total mileage 160+he rode that day.&lt;br /&gt;Through the years I rode many miles with my friend with out ever having a disagreement with him. I recall sitting out side of many country stores on all the back roads that we have cycled, the churches that we walked around looking for a faucet to resupply our water bottles,the road side picnic tables that we sat at and laid on just for a moment of rest in the shade and feel the breeze blowing,if we were lucky. Time that is forever gone, never to be reclaimed, vanished as the morning dew.&lt;br /&gt;All these times and more I thought about as I looked at my friend that is now just a shell of the&amp;nbsp;man that I knew. Sickness and the treatment of cancer have taken its toll on this man among men he is no longer that man. I don’t know what will happen in the days ahead for my friend of all the years, I hope they will be easy and good, without pain and suffering. I know one thing talking to him I still see that ever so dim glint in his eye and I know that he also thinks about that night long ago as we traveled up that road with the stars shinning, the humming of the bicycles chains and water running down the side of the mountain and I hope these thoughts brings him some comfort and pain free moments in the days ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-9122103219136413075?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/9122103219136413075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=9122103219136413075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/9122103219136413075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/9122103219136413075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-8747529283181232488</id><published>2009-01-18T21:40:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:55:52.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve and Gaines on a morning run'/><title type='text'>A Cold Run at Croft State Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SXPrNx1BQ8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/K25fY9218sY/s1600-h/IMG_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292832609037009858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SXPrNx1BQ8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/K25fY9218sY/s320/IMG_2367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 17, 2009...6:02 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running at Croft State Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Running or jogging which ever you want to call it, is something that I have done for the last twenty years . I was already in my early 50 by that time. Was somewhat athletic out of high school and continue to play sports mostly baseball and softball till my late twenties , but was very inactive for the next 20 years . So started running and cycling as a way to get back to my younger days. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SXPpJsMYMpI/AAAAAAAAAnA/rZ_nml4QTB4/s1600-h/IMG_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292830339781636754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SXPpJsMYMpI/AAAAAAAAAnA/rZ_nml4QTB4/s320/IMG_2374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a trail run in Croft State Park. We have had some rain in the last week or so and some of the trails were a little on the damp side to put it mildly. Ran about 6 miles and took a few photo shots along the way and here are a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SXPoyPP7QtI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ej5bU8Frlww/s1600-h/IMG_2366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292829936874898130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SXPoyPP7QtI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ej5bU8Frlww/s320/IMG_2366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SXSTJ1ICewI/AAAAAAAAAng/1vx3_2owOY4/s1600-h/IMG_2375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293017259156077314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SXSTJ1ICewI/AAAAAAAAAng/1vx3_2owOY4/s320/IMG_2375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steve ahead on the trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SXSTzmA451I/AAAAAAAAAno/5Mv5BRKyEnU/s1600-h/IMG_2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293017976654063442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SXSTzmA451I/AAAAAAAAAno/5Mv5BRKyEnU/s320/IMG_2368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-8747529283181232488?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/8747529283181232488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=8747529283181232488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/8747529283181232488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/8747529283181232488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-run-at-croft-state-park.html' title='A Cold Run at Croft State Park'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SXPrNx1BQ8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/K25fY9218sY/s72-c/IMG_2367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-2781093709683787552</id><published>2009-01-17T12:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:38:38.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge in Croft State Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SXIWWSQ4pOI/AAAAAAAAAmw/YBKNClRf550/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; 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You also know when Fall is Here ,when you see pumpkins , ghosts and goblins, and kids Treat or Treating. When most people have packed their shorts away and the long pants are the style. when the steam rises from the heads of the players in the cool of the nighttime football game.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ4y7UxI-NI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GqMJrHrwHwI/s1600-h/IMG_2211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264201009211177170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ4y7UxI-NI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GqMJrHrwHwI/s320/IMG_2211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know Fall is Here when you see the harvest displays with bales of straw,pumpkins and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; corn&lt;/span&gt; displayed through out the neighborhood. But I know Fall is Here when it is down to the final Cross Country Track Meets that are being held all around the country. I just love to run . Running is something I got into twenty or more years ago. Running was a way that I could stay in somewhat of a decent shape though the winter months when it was too cold to ride the bicycle. Over recent years I have been a little more dedicated to the running than that of biking tho I still love both. Just that time allows more opportunity for running , where biking take 3-4 hours for a good ride you can get a good work out running in just one to one and a half hours .&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ4y7LsmpoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/9e3wbopuHMw/s1600-h/IMG_2210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264201006776231554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ4y7LsmpoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/9e3wbopuHMw/s320/IMG_2210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Milliken&lt;/span&gt; Park which is a spacious area just about a mile north of town and about a mile from home that is owned by Roger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Milliken&lt;/span&gt; who opens this beautiful grounds to the public. On the campus&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ5BETZzivI/AAAAAAAAAig/LJk6P5enkY0/s1600-h/IMG_2235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264216556626479858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ5BETZzivI/AAAAAAAAAig/LJk6P5enkY0/s320/IMG_2235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ,if you want to call it that ,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ4y8cgDqnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/MS-Qn54LrRI/s1600-h/IMG_2215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264201028466879090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ4y8cgDqnI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/MS-Qn54LrRI/s320/IMG_2215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is about every species of trees you can think of . At this time of the year The Fall the colors are just breath taking.This was the setting for the Southern Conference Cross Country Championships. So thought I would post some pictures of the event .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on pictures to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ4y7jK4SXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/07c7x6zunSY/s1600-h/IMG_2212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264201013077231986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ4y7jK4SXI/AAAAAAAAAiI/07c7x6zunSY/s320/IMG_2212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ4y89Ah4TI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ARY2hKopxhs/s1600-h/IMG_2218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264201037193011506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ4y89Ah4TI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ARY2hKopxhs/s320/IMG_2218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ5BFPOQsnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/mXPcdui2uiE/s1600-h/IMG_2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264216572684186226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ5BFPOQsnI/AAAAAAAAAiw/mXPcdui2uiE/s320/IMG_2224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ5BE5-lVdI/AAAAAAAAAio/IqXyddJ8u6Q/s1600-h/IMG_2220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264216566981285330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ5BE5-lVdI/AAAAAAAAAio/IqXyddJ8u6Q/s320/IMG_2220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ5BFqQekGI/AAAAAAAAAi4/mkSC1PSn-nc/s1600-h/IMG_2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264216579941240930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ5BFqQekGI/AAAAAAAAAi4/mkSC1PSn-nc/s320/IMG_2240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;These guys and gals are fast... as a matter of note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I went back to the course today and ran the 5 mile men's course... Now the slowest male runner finished in just under 30 minutes . I ran the course in 1 hour and one minute... I was over twice as slow as the slowest male runner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Like I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These Guys and Gals are Good....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GWH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-4396783536216596634?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/4396783536216596634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=4396783536216596634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/4396783536216596634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/4396783536216596634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-is-here.html' title='FALL IS HERE'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SQ4y7UxI-NI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GqMJrHrwHwI/s72-c/IMG_2211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-5809483255567945710</id><published>2008-10-13T05:05:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:36:46.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008 John dela Howe Reunion'/><title type='text'>A Trip Back in Time (John dela Howe 2008 Reunion)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVjFJV74uI/AAAAAAAAAg4/O2wHC6ClqV4/s1600-h/IMG_1301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257217080083342050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVjFJV74uI/AAAAAAAAAg4/O2wHC6ClqV4/s400/IMG_1301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This Saturday started a little different than our usual Saturday. Lois and I were waiting on Cindy to arrive for our trip to John dela Howe School for the 25th school reunion, which happens to be 5o years since we meet every two years and was started with the first in 1957. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is not a reunion just for one class but a school reunion for anyone that was ever at John dela Howe, students, staff, friends and just about anyone who would like to join the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Most Saturday I go for a run with some of my friends and fellow Running Club members and Delores and Cindy go to yard sales for their Saturday morning venture. Cindy arrived and she was elected to do the driving . After a stop at Hardees for breakfast we were on our way to John dela Howe School for a bi-yearly school reunion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Arriving at the school we registered and were given our name tags and a roster of Alumni members . I met some of my old classmates that I had not seen in 50 plus years . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;After looking at a lot of photographs dating from the twenties to the present day and finding some of my old classmates and friends from long ago later went to the dining hall for lunch.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Old Main Building&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVqPBciPoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/E7_uB2GnKd8/s1600-h/IMG_1309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257224946343624322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVqPBciPoI/AAAAAAAAAhw/E7_uB2GnKd8/s400/IMG_1309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVkcST2iUI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZAuOivKUcp8/s1600-h/School+Building++4-6-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257218577139140930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVkcST2iUI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZAuOivKUcp8/s400/School+Building++4-6-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Old School Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;After lunch we walked around the campus and saw some of the buildings . Later we had the business meeting which lasted about an hour and finally ended with a gathering on the front steps of the Old Main Building for a group picture. A little time was spent talking with all the old classmates and friends we had made during the visit. Then we headed home . I was just a great day and one we will remember for a long time.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here are some photos of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVm9K1_vMI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KyoqhT-Ydao/s1600-h/IMG_1305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257221341093805250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVm9K1_vMI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/KyoqhT-Ydao/s400/IMG_1305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Palmetto Cottage where I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed for several years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVm-bjkqhI/AAAAAAAAAhg/LrvMEYUfDmA/s1600-h/IMG_1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257221362759805458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVm-bjkqhI/AAAAAAAAAhg/LrvMEYUfDmA/s400/IMG_1300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was an ice sculpture of the&lt;br /&gt;school's logo&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVm90foSdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/1amovwo-N2Y/s1600-h/IMG_1325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257221352274282962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVm90foSdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/1amovwo-N2Y/s400/IMG_1325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion picture 2008&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVm-mSn5AI/AAAAAAAAAho/d8waH3XqU20/s1600-h/IMG_1302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257221365641503746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="316" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVm-mSn5AI/AAAAAAAAAho/d8waH3XqU20/s400/IMG_1302.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-5809483255567945710?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/5809483255567945710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=5809483255567945710' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/5809483255567945710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/5809483255567945710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-back-in-time-john-dela-howe-2008.html' title='A Trip Back in Time (John dela Howe 2008 Reunion)'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SPVjFJV74uI/AAAAAAAAAg4/O2wHC6ClqV4/s72-c/IMG_1301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-6843122856327204703</id><published>2008-05-16T21:00:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:02.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watching the Bluebirds'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201265666954898482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SC6bkQ1ILDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VosVX7rhKYc/s400/Eastern+Bluebird.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bird Watching on the Deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.birdsofoklahoma.net/EasternBluebird0811.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.birdsofoklahoma.net/Bluebd05.htm&amp;amp;h=661&amp;amp;w=440&amp;amp;sz=118&amp;amp;tbnid=JREB_KaI__wJ:&amp;amp;tbnh=138&amp;amp;tbnw=92&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Deastern%2Bbluebird&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=image&amp;amp;cd=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.birdsofoklahoma.net/EasternBluebird0811.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.birdsofoklahoma.net/Bluebd05.htm&amp;amp;h=661&amp;amp;w=440&amp;amp;sz=118&amp;amp;tbnid=JREB_KaI__wJ:&amp;amp;tbnh=138&amp;amp;tbnw=92&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Deastern%2Bbluebird&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ct=image&amp;amp;cd=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Eastern Bluebird, Sialia sialis, is a medium-sized &lt;a title="Thrush (bird)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thrush_%28bird%29"&gt;thrush&lt;/a&gt; found in open woodlands, farmlands and orchards.&lt;br /&gt;Adults have a white belly. Adult males are bright blue on top and have a reddish brown throat and breast. Adult females have lighter blue wings and tail, a brownish throat and breast and a grey crown and back. Eastern Bluebirds are found east of the Rockies, southern Canada to the Gulf States and southeastern Arizona to Nicaragua.&lt;br /&gt;The bright blue breeding plumage of the male, easily observed on a wire or open perch, fluttering down to the mowed grass to capture a grasshopper, cricket or beetle makes this species a favorite of birders. The male's call includes sometimes soft warbles of jeew or chir-wi or the melodious song.&lt;br /&gt;That is the encyclopedia definition of the eastern bluebird. My definition is a little different .&lt;br /&gt;To me the bluebird is one of the most colorful bird in the bird kingdom . He is smart , energetic, hard worker , protective , and very devoted to family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201170700933016610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SC5FMg1ILCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/OUnCt0slST4/s400/The+Bluebirds007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you have the bluebirds take up resident in your yard the joy begins. Watching the male come and pick a spot for the nest , which in our case happens to be one of the bluebird houses that we have place in our yard. Early in the spring when the male first appears watching him searching around the area for the best house to show his prospective mate hoping she will say yes and accept his offering . If she does she busy herself with the chore of building the nest and laying and hatching the eggs. All this time the male is busy supplying the food to the female.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201162115293391874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SC49Yw1ILAI/AAAAAAAAAWI/4NmRS7sqSjU/s400/The+Bluebirds011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the time that we really enjoy the birdwatching as the male is busy supplying the food while the female hatches the eggs. Several years ago we started helping them out by feeding them what is known as meal worms we buy from the local bird supply store. We place a small dish on the rail of the deck in which we have put some worms. Watching the bird as he goes back and forth feeding his mate while she is on the nest you observe the devotion he has . This goes on till after the eggs have hatched and till the birds leave the nest. You have heard the old saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201161544062741490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SC483g1IK_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/DxTxQhlfGuo/s400/The+Bluebirds005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" When the bird leave the nest" or something to that effect , meaning that when you leave the nest you are on your own. Well that is not the case with the bluebird. The male will still feed the chicks while at the same time taking them to the safety of the bushes or trees near by. We put the worms out and he will come down and get his beak full and fly to the trees where the chicks are waiting with open mouths. Over several days the chicks venture farther and farther away . I don't know how old papa bluebird know but he is able to keep track where each is located and take turns feeding each. Soon the chicks come down to the dish of worms themselves and sit there while they are still fed. Slowly as if a light is turned on they start to peck at the worms . At this time you know it will be just another day or so and they will be on their own.. But the birdwatching is not over . Much to our delight the bluebirds will have two and sometime three broods a season that is the good thing about My Favorite Bird . &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Eastern Bluebird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they are here for the entire summer to enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-6843122856327204703?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/6843122856327204703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=6843122856327204703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/6843122856327204703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/6843122856327204703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2008/05/eastern-bluebird-sialia-sialis-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SC6bkQ1ILDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/VosVX7rhKYc/s72-c/Eastern+Bluebird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-4341966379528050247</id><published>2008-05-16T07:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:40:36.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SC1phw1IK9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/X4eQCTnW1a0/s1600-h/IMG_1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SC1phw1IK9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/X4eQCTnW1a0/s320/IMG_1241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Mema , Andrew , Ashley and Christopher at the Beach In line for dinner ...&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-4341966379528050247?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/4341966379528050247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=4341966379528050247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/4341966379528050247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/4341966379528050247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SC1phw1IK9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/X4eQCTnW1a0/s72-c/IMG_1241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-6779350287346354819</id><published>2008-03-04T05:53:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:18:24.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Snapshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Click on picture to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delores and Gaines&lt;br /&gt;1955&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5nGZK9uI8I/AAAAAAAAATk/5Y2mKgMbRPw/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159372983871873986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5nGZK9uI8I/AAAAAAAAATk/5Y2mKgMbRPw/s400/scan0008.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Delores and Gaines at Donnie's and Madaline's in Welford 1955&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5nGZq9uI9I/AAAAAAAAATs/P1wVEkpD_ss/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159372992461808594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5nGZq9uI9I/AAAAAAAAATs/P1wVEkpD_ss/s400/scan0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaines and Delores&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5nGZ69uI-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/OKgbwy0VCP8/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159372996756775906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5nGZ69uI-I/AAAAAAAAAT0/OKgbwy0VCP8/s400/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200870169186413474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SC0z3Q1IK6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/0wL3g3pCuS8/s400/IMG_0304_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne , Andrew and Terry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0VmcVwSEdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_tBMgEQWD3Q/s1600-h/IMG_1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135623587147944402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0VmcVwSEdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_tBMgEQWD3Q/s400/IMG_1032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cindy , Kerrie, Ashley and Rick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0Vmd1wSEeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qsE5Rs722jU/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135623612917748194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0Vmd1wSEeI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qsE5Rs722jU/s400/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gaines and Stan #9 and Melvin Hill Rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0VmelwSEfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZrRMvYuhjeo/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135623625802650098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0VmelwSEfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZrRMvYuhjeo/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaines and Jeff at Melvin Hill Feb. 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174672983999325122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R9AhqZAXI8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/vh6d6YFNGFY/s400/IMG_0409_edited.JPG" width="287" border="0" /&gt;Mema ,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0VmflwSEgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EQNi7Dmc8MY/s1600-h/IMG_1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135623642982519298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0VmflwSEgI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EQNi7Dmc8MY/s400/IMG_1509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher and Papa&lt;br /&gt;Christopher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0VmgVwSEhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aO8yRrOVLqc/s1600-h/IMG_1505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135623655867421202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0VmgVwSEhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aO8yRrOVLqc/s400/IMG_1505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrew and Christopher at Woodfin&lt;br /&gt;Golf Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0VhYFwSEcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qgBNRW95kAs/s1600-h/IMG_1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135618016575361474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0VhYFwSEcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qgBNRW95kAs/s400/IMG_1503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mema in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200867287263357842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SC0xPg1IK5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YwNBtoy7ACs/s400/Old+School+4-6-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Old school building at John dela Howe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200871573640719282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SC01JA1IK7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/KP01hdj4cjs/s400/IMG_1660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top L to R&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaines 1959 ,Tom  and Gaines in front Barber shop 1984&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206484434464230674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/SEEmAgzXTRI/AAAAAAAAAWo/sUeZxpvpW84/s400/scan0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;\Bottom Ashley and Delores . 1985 Gaines at the start of The Mount Mitchell Ride.1993 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley 1974 Bottom Picture Gaines front friend back... 1995 Max Patch near NC/Tenn Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174969044845438050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="405" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R9Eu7ZmnpGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-aqnPsN92VQ/s400/scan0026.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-6779350287346354819?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/6779350287346354819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=6779350287346354819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/6779350287346354819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/6779350287346354819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/11/family-snapshots.html' title='Family Snapshots'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5nGZK9uI8I/AAAAAAAAATk/5Y2mKgMbRPw/s72-c/scan0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-122392168468133382</id><published>2008-01-20T06:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:06.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Bear Came Visiting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two Special Visitors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago we had the pleasant suprise of a visit from one of our friends(Evelyn) and she brought a another visitor with her &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BEAR &lt;/span&gt;is his name . Can't describe Bear so will just show you the pictures of this little rascal.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157515411826783554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5Ms8P2JtUI/AAAAAAAAARY/XeAb7glLhmo/s400/IMG_1771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157515407531816242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5Ms7_2JtTI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sjDmxdPnFqE/s400/IMG_1769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157516996669715810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5MuYf2JtWI/AAAAAAAAARo/IdJfJJFeAMU/s400/IMG_1773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157516992374748498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5MuYP2JtVI/AAAAAAAAARg/O8O2ViDoT8I/s400/IMG_1772_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mema and Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So Evelyn you and Bear come back again our door is always open....Gaines and Delores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-122392168468133382?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/122392168468133382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=122392168468133382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/122392168468133382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/122392168468133382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-special-visitors-few-days-ago-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5Ms8P2JtUI/AAAAAAAAARY/XeAb7glLhmo/s72-c/IMG_1771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-6196933352029602738</id><published>2008-01-12T05:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:07.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Construction Is  About Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Preparing for a days work...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R4iaZ_2JtJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vlbp9PVx_tU/s1600-h/IMG_1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154539544951501970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R4iaZ_2JtJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vlbp9PVx_tU/s400/IMG_1766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Bob hard at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154539540656534658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R4iaZv2JtII/AAAAAAAAAP4/FngRq61x4qE/s400/IMG_1768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well the construction has enter the last days I hope. Bob a neighbor of ours has taken the job of painting the parts of the house that we feel like needs to be painted to finish the construction or the destruction of the wall that stood between the den/kitchen portion of our house. This project started a week or so before Thanksgiving and is about to be finished here the second week of January, but having this kind of work done you learn not to get in a hurry , just sit back, take a good breath and wait. When you are dealing with , the contractor and he has sub contracted the electrical , the cabinet work, and the floor work , you learn to be patient , because they work on their time table not yours . This will be the last blog on this venture. I will show picture from the start to finish. All in all I guess the job went on a scale of 1 to 10 I would give it an 8 so which is not bad for this kink of project.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157498609914721522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5MdqP2JtPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tRbmN-d0fvo/s400/IMG_1514.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Before Mema's Dolls in the living room side of the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157499932764648706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="317" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5Me3P2JtQI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/FK8SirM_idQ/s400/IMG_1517.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Before the Den /Kitchen wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157506946446243090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5MlPf2JtRI/AAAAAAAAARA/3eHIRD8yENI/s400/Job+complete004.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After the wall is removed from the Living Room side&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157508256411268386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R5Mmbv2JtSI/AAAAAAAAARI/K1rZGBqbFkY/s400/Job+complete001_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After from the Den/Kitchen Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after about 2 months of the house being upside down we have decided to take a few months off from the construction business and give it a rest. We still need to do some (or have some ) work done on the hall , but that can wait till spring when we can get outside while most of it is going on... So until then will see you in the Spring.... on the next home improvement venture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-6196933352029602738?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/6196933352029602738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=6196933352029602738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/6196933352029602738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/6196933352029602738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2008/01/construction-is-about-finished.html' title='The Construction Is  About Finished'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R4iaZ_2JtJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vlbp9PVx_tU/s72-c/IMG_1766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-1958587363701126103</id><published>2007-12-25T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:09.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3GxE_2JtBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/P5C230n10Ck/s1600-h/IMG_1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148090548477342738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3GxE_2JtBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/P5C230n10Ck/s400/IMG_1665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Look at all those presents , hope a few are for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3GxFf2JtCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jtodvdgY-pE/s1600-h/IMG_1666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148090557067277346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3GxFf2JtCI/AAAAAAAAAPI/jtodvdgY-pE/s400/IMG_1666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ashley , Andrew, Terry and Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3GxFv2JtDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/a_SpqxiKsfg/s1600-h/IMG_1668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148090561362244658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3GxFv2JtDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/a_SpqxiKsfg/s400/IMG_1668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suzanne,Andrew and Terry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3GxF_2JtEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/P9R5iNbKt7c/s1600-h/IMG_1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148090565657211970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3GxF_2JtEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/P9R5iNbKt7c/s400/IMG_1671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashley, Suzanne, Andrew, Terry and Kerrie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3GxGP2JtFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/mvwJTCMm_14/s1600-h/IMG_1675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148090569952179282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3GxGP2JtFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/mvwJTCMm_14/s400/IMG_1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mema and Terry . Look at all those presents , they must have been good all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas , what a wonderful time of the year. Some people say that Christmas has been too commercialized and I guess in some respects Christmas has with all the buying and gift giving .  I guess we do . On the other hand Christmas is the one time of the year when all the families try to be with each other , which I think is good. Our family get together at our house around 12 noon on Christmas day after our children have had Christmas morning at their homes. Cindy , Rick and Ashley arrived here about 11am . Cindy and Ashley got busy helping Mema with the dinner . Soon Terry, Suzanne , Christopher and Andrew arrived . Then Kerrie and Jerry arrived. We had dinner and then opened the presents . They all left soon after that . They all had other stops they had to make.. They all said they would come back later which they did.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149807216840782946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3fKYP2JtGI/AAAAAAAAAPo/mzk7xzvuIWI/s400/IMG_1676.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher and  Haley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                        &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149807268380390514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3fKbP2JtHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Jdn0ksg7JuE/s400/IMG_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christopher,Terry,Andrew and Suzanne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  It was a good day which Mema and I enjoyed very much and look forward to each year. So I think you can buy presents and enjoy dinner with family and also remember and give devotion and honor Christ on the day we call &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christ&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;mas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-1958587363701126103?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/1958587363701126103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=1958587363701126103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/1958587363701126103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/1958587363701126103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3GxE_2JtBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/P5C230n10Ck/s72-c/IMG_1665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-2810419802655086518</id><published>2007-12-25T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:09.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Ritual  ... The Things We Do Ever Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3Dz9v2Js4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/UtOtRC1kYJs/s1600-h/IMG_1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147882616225641346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3Dz9v2Js4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/UtOtRC1kYJs/s400/IMG_1653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mema&lt;/span&gt; shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; Christmas Eve morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3Dz9_2Js5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/0jelMzUA0Eg/s1600-h/IMG_1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147882620520608658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3Dz9_2Js5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/0jelMzUA0Eg/s400/IMG_1654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leaving the Waffle House after breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3Dz-f2Js6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/B2yYXNn6to8/s1600-h/IMG_1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147882629110543266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3Dz-f2Js6I/AAAAAAAAAOI/B2yYXNn6to8/s400/IMG_1657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Evatt&lt;/span&gt; good friend and my haberdasher( as they were called years ago) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well for several years now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mema&lt;/span&gt; and I have done the same thing every Christmas Eve .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We start with a quick trip to one of the stores here in town. This morning we decided to give the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Boling&lt;/span&gt; Springs the honor of our time . Now very seldom do we have to buy anything but we go and look and if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mema&lt;/span&gt; sees (what she thinks is )a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bargin&lt;/span&gt; we will buy it . Mostly we are just looking around and looking at the people as they go about their last minute shopping. This store usually takes about a hour of our time then it off to get a breakfast somewhere. We picked a Waffle House in the same area as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; this morning. After we left the Waffle House we stopped by a local grocery store where we picking up two trays of food for a friend of ours that is home bound recuperating from back surgery . We spent some time with them helping her to get her ham and turkey in the oven. After that we went to a sporting good store on the west side of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Spartanburg&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mema&lt;/span&gt; did buy me a pair of running shoes there. While we were in that part of town we stopped by a friend of ours that has sold me many a piece of clothing over the last 25 years of so. Sam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Evatt&lt;/span&gt; ( Sam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Evatt's&lt;/span&gt; Store for Men) a good friend and an expert on men's fashion. From Sam's we went by a local Bible store here called Christian Book Supply where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mema&lt;/span&gt; bought some DVDs that she had been wanting. Our last stop was The Big Lots Store which did not take long, but we love to look at all the things they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147899740260250546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3EDif2Js7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/V1mLfeO8j_s/s400/IMG_1658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mema&lt;/span&gt; headed to the Big Lots Store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After that we went back home and started getting the ham and food ready for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then about 5 we left to go to a restaurant that we have been going to for years now every Christmas Eve. Guess you might say it is our anniversary dinner . We were married on Christmas day 1955 ,52 years ago. Now each year some and sometimes all the family is there . At times some have other plans . This is a day that we look forward to ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-2810419802655086518?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/2810419802655086518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=2810419802655086518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/2810419802655086518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/2810419802655086518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve-ritual-things-we-do-ever.html' title='Christmas Eve Ritual  ... The Things We Do Ever Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R3Dz9v2Js4I/AAAAAAAAAN4/UtOtRC1kYJs/s72-c/IMG_1653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-7418491209434210465</id><published>2007-12-18T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:10.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R2iWK_2Js0I/AAAAAAAAANY/6ozARud6Cpo/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145527689952211778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R2iWK_2Js0I/AAAAAAAAANY/6ozARud6Cpo/s400/IMG_1615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R2iWLP2Js1I/AAAAAAAAANg/dNOVtkvx0PI/s1600-h/Mema%27s+Christmas+Decorations001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145527694247179090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R2iWLP2Js1I/AAAAAAAAANg/dNOVtkvx0PI/s400/Mema%27s+Christmas+Decorations001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R2iWLf2Js2I/AAAAAAAAANo/zEsZXBFrH_k/s1600-h/Mema%27s+Christmas+Decorations002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145527698542146402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R2iWLf2Js2I/AAAAAAAAANo/zEsZXBFrH_k/s400/Mema%27s+Christmas+Decorations002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R2iWLv2Js3I/AAAAAAAAANw/mVpsoPnmHKg/s1600-h/Mema%27s+Christmas+Decorations004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145527702837113714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R2iWLv2Js3I/AAAAAAAAANw/mVpsoPnmHKg/s400/Mema%27s+Christmas+Decorations004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well tis the Christmas season, The Halls are a little late getting started this year due to some construction that has been on going for the last month . That is about finished now or near so that we have started putting up the Christmas decorations . My main job is to get the decorations out of the attic and garage and putting the lights on the tree. Delores (Mema) puts the ornaments on the tree. Mema also has a collection of Byers Carolers dolls that she displays on the mantel and other locations around the house. A few years ago Mema was in to ceramics and one of the things that she made was numerous Old World Santas that she also uses to decorate the house with.. Today that is about all we did worked the house over getting it into the Christmas look. So I guess some more shopping and then get ready this weekend for the Christmas dinner . Our son Terry and our daughter -in -law Suzanne will be here with the two grand boys Christopher and Andrew , also our daughter Cindy and our son-in-law Rick will be here . Granddaughters Ashley and her boy friend Will and Kerrie and her husband Jerry. We also look forward to having a family friend Larry here , Larry is just like one of the family and has gave us the pleasure of sharing Christmas with us for the last number of years. Usually there are several more that show up.. We all have the Christmas meal and then spend time opening out presents... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Will keep you posted on the post Christmas events . So The Halls wish one and all a very Merry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And let's all pause and take time to remember the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;who is the Reason for the season. So hope all of you have a Christ like Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-7418491209434210465?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/7418491209434210465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=7418491209434210465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/7418491209434210465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/7418491209434210465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-season_18.html' title='The Christmas Season'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R2iWK_2Js0I/AAAAAAAAANY/6ozARud6Cpo/s72-c/IMG_1615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-5890174430111118921</id><published>2007-12-09T11:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:17:50.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE COTTONWOOD TRAIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1xKftpct4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/bCaPGYwSk9o/s1600-h/IMG_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142066783240107906" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1xKftpct4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/bCaPGYwSk9o/s400/IMG_1584.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Cottonwood Trail is located on the west side of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spartanburg&lt;/span&gt; near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spartanburg&lt;/span&gt; High School along the bank of the Lawson Fork Creek. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maintained&lt;/span&gt; by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spartanburg&lt;/span&gt; Area Conservancy (SPACE) . SPACE was founded in 1989by the citizens concerned over the loss of green areas and open scape in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Spartanburg&lt;/span&gt; County . Initial funding for SPACE was provided by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Spartanburg&lt;/span&gt; County Foundation.SPACE is a private not-for-profit land conservation organization.The trail is used by walkers , runners, bicyclist. Cottonwood is about 1 1/2 miles long but, with all the side trails you can make an outing about any distance that you like. I use it mostly for running and any run will pass people running , walking or people just out with their dog. Like this morning when I ran into Mr. J. Gallagher and his dog Precious .&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R13uxtpct9I/AAAAAAAAALc/cZyx30g9vNw/s1600-h/IMG_1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142528887361419218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R13uxtpct9I/AAAAAAAAALc/cZyx30g9vNw/s400/IMG_1590.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At other times you will be out there by yourself. Just the slight sound of the creek rippling along , a squirrel rustling the leaves , birds winging it to their nest,a hawk in hot pursuit of a small duck darting in and out of the curves of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;River&lt;/span&gt; this morning he or she as the case might be was lucky and foil the attempt of the hunter and was spared to fly another day. T&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1xKidpct8I/AAAAAAAAALU/txFn71Sg79c/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142066830484748226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1xKidpct8I/AAAAAAAAALU/txFn71Sg79c/s400/IMG_1592.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;woodpecker&lt;/span&gt; pecking away on the old tree that stands out in wetlands over which runs a foot bridge from which I was observing him busy at work . They say that the woodpecker is looking for bugs and other insects , but I think sometimes that red headed rascal is just making music with his rat-tat-tat for all to hear. Here are a few shots from the Cottonwood.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1xKg9pct6I/AAAAAAAAALE/JmkuOgcKyaA/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142066804714944418" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1xKg9pct6I/AAAAAAAAALE/JmkuOgcKyaA/s400/IMG_1593.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recycling at its finest..good use of an old power tower &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1xKgNpct5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/lrvdXVKRZ1U/s1600-h/IMG_1586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142066791830042514" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1xKgNpct5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/lrvdXVKRZ1U/s400/IMG_1586.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice smooth trail good for running or bicycling .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-5890174430111118921?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/5890174430111118921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=5890174430111118921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/5890174430111118921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/5890174430111118921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/12/cottonwood-trail.html' title='THE COTTONWOOD TRAIL'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1xKftpct4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/bCaPGYwSk9o/s72-c/IMG_1584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-2512107829632784877</id><published>2007-12-06T05:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:11.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basketball game at Chesnee'/><title type='text'>Basketball Game</title><content type='html'>Christopher and Haley enjoying the game ??&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1fohEtTPiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XHss00taK7k/s1600-h/IMG_1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140833154563784226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1fohEtTPiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XHss00taK7k/s400/IMG_1574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday night basketball was on the menu for the evening . So after work we were off to Chesnee High School to watch SCA play Chesnee High School . We arrived early and to our surprise the girls were playing . Our girls team are young and small so Chesnee girls were ahead by a wide margin. The girls were playing hard but went down by the score 57-35.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1fl50tTPhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zpyRSs3EJ34/s1600-h/IMG_1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140830281230663186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1fl50tTPhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/zpyRSs3EJ34/s400/IMG_1575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys game was a different story it was a see-saw battle through out the contest and came down to the last seconds of the game before the outcome was decided . With Chesnee leading 40 -37 and 8 seconds left a steal by Demorris Chambers and with a slam dunk cut the lead to 40-39. After a 5 second violation on the inbound play gave life to the Warriors and an inbound pass by Mason Crow to Bryan Keaton on a backdoor cut and a layup to make the score 41-40 and seal the victory. With about 5 seconds left Chesnee was not able to get a shot off.... Game over... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-2512107829632784877?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/2512107829632784877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=2512107829632784877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/2512107829632784877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/2512107829632784877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/12/basketball-game.html' title='Basketball Game'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1fohEtTPiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XHss00taK7k/s72-c/IMG_1574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-7022731035033063384</id><published>2007-12-01T04:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:11.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The construction'/><title type='text'>Construction Continues  The Floor Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1kMe0tTPqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Y18Zlf0vjww/s1600-h/IMG_1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141154173304389282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1kMe0tTPqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Y18Zlf0vjww/s400/IMG_1581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1kMfktTPrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5DuklT9KbA0/s1600-h/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141154186189291186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1kMfktTPrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5DuklT9KbA0/s400/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Construction Continues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well it is Saturday Morning , and no construction has taken place this week, which is just as well because with my dogs here it would have created a problem . So the hard wood floor men are supposed to come today and repair the floor where the wall was between the den/kitchen and living room. They came by late yesterday to look the job over and see just what needed to be done and it was decided that to make the new blend in with the old hard wood floor in the living room the best thing to do was to refinish the floor in the living room. I am sure that would look the best , it would also cost more. As any job that you undertake it always runs more than originally plan , so it is with this job. Delores and i ( you noticed that is with a small i) decided that the best plan was to have the whole room refinished. The only question was the time element . We would like to have it done while they were here, but they have jobs line up till the 10th of December and that will be pushing the Christmas season . Delores likes to have the Christmas tree up by now. Or will can wait and have a mix match floor till after Christmas. We are pretty tire at the present time of having the house torn up and are ready to get the furniture back in place and the house back to normal . We will make that decision this morning when the workers arrive . Stay tune.... to be continued.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Thursday December 6th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The floor men are back to repair the floor after a few days of will be there won't be there . The job did not take long and went about as well as could be done with the problem of two different height floors . The old den floor is about 3/4 of an inch higher than the living room and that is a lot&lt;/span&gt; to make up in a 4 inch span. So now wait till Monday to start the refinish of the hard wood will keep you posted...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wednesday  December 12th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well I think the floor is finished the men put the last coat on the floor yesterday and came back this morning and finished the trim around the room with 1/4 round. It looks good and as for the job I will not comment . Did have some issues with the job , but decided that I was tired of the house being in a mess . Was glad to get them out of here so thing can get back to normal. With just 2 weeks till Christmas we have a lot to do . So tomorrow it is putting the furniture back , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and getting the Christmas tree put up. Will start a new post tomorrow on the Christmas season..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and will come back later when all the details of construction is finished...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-7022731035033063384?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/7022731035033063384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=7022731035033063384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/7022731035033063384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/7022731035033063384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/12/construction-continues-floor-men.html' title='Construction Continues  The Floor Men'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R1kMe0tTPqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Y18Zlf0vjww/s72-c/IMG_1581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-1553644028612458635</id><published>2007-11-27T05:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:12.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gretchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lexie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bit'/><title type='text'>Gone to the Dogs (or a week with the dogs)</title><content type='html'>Lexie... &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0zdu1wSEmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-zOY7lDVT5c/s1600-h/IMG_1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137725071696204386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0zdu1wSEmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-zOY7lDVT5c/s400/IMG_1567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0zdvFwSEnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lrob8De6BKk/s1600-h/IMG_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137725075991171698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0zdvFwSEnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lrob8De6BKk/s400/IMG_1568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0zdvlwSEoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TgrLAkr6Vug/s1600-h/IMG_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137725084581106306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0zdvlwSEoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/TgrLAkr6Vug/s400/IMG_1569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Bit                             Well Cindy and Rick left on a cruise Sunday , so Delores and I are Dog sitting for a week.Now these are not just three dogs... These are Three Dogs.... One big and I mean big is Lexie a Boxer and all muscle and she does not know when to stop playing . I think she would retrieve a tennis ball as long as you could throw it. she will also knock you down when she is greeting you by jumping on you standing on her hind legs and look you in the eyes... She is all dog.Next we have Gretchen a little long haired Dachshund , she is getting a little old and not any trouble at all. She will eat anything and everything . She is the ultimate dogie garbage disposal . A loner mainly wants to be left alone and let her sleep. Then but not least is Bit(name has evolved over time) a Beagle/Dachshund/Jack Russell mix that is the ramrod of the trio, smart as a whip and knows how to get his way. Learned how to get to stay with me on the days that I am in the barber shop. Knows when I take a shower in the mornings that if he whines he gets to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hardee's&lt;/span&gt; to get two sausage biscuits for him and the other two dogs ... and this has got to be a ever morning thing. So the three together about wears us out by the time the week is over.... You know how it is , about like grandchildren spoil um and then send then home... Lets see this is Tuesday , just five more day till Saturday and they are gone.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wheeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-1553644028612458635?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/1553644028612458635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=1553644028612458635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/1553644028612458635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/1553644028612458635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/11/gone-to-dogs-or-week-with-dogs.html' title='Gone to the Dogs (or a week with the dogs)'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0zdu1wSEmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-zOY7lDVT5c/s72-c/IMG_1567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-8886015184759612342</id><published>2007-11-23T05:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:12.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING DAY   2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0hBfFwSElI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UW13jSMR_SM/s1600-h/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136427377392489042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0hBfFwSElI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UW13jSMR_SM/s400/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The day started off real well , Mema was up early getting some of the food prepared . This year we are doing something a little different . In years passed we have not had a big day on Thanksgiving . Usuallly the children Cindy and Terry are elsewhere for Thanksgiving dinner so Delores usually eats dinner out with a friend and I stay home and start getting the Christmas decorations down and put up but, this year Terry's family was going to be at the beach because Andrew is playing in a golf tournament so Cindy and Mema decided to have Thanksgiving at our house, without all the cooking the turkey and ham and such so they ordered the dinner from a local restaurant here in Spartanburg . Which was a smart thing to do saved a lot of work on the ladies. Cindy and Rick got here pretty early and started helping Mema get things ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Then Tommy and Cathy(Rick's Sister and brother-in-law) arrived with some pies and sweet potato yams. Soon Amanda and Les (Cathy and Tommy's daughter and son-in -law)arrived with Seth their 2 year old son . Then Larry a friend of the family arrived and Ashley our grand daughter and her boy friend Will arrived and we sat down to a great Thanksgiving Dinner.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Picture ... L to R Rick , Cathy, Amanda and Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-8886015184759612342?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/8886015184759612342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=8886015184759612342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/8886015184759612342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/8886015184759612342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-day-2007.html' title='THANKSGIVING DAY   2007'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R0hBfFwSElI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UW13jSMR_SM/s72-c/IMG_0194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-5605979391674961721</id><published>2007-11-18T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:14.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Trophy Shop'/><title type='text'>A Day at the Trophy Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_QllwSEWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ol9PZ_CC6wE/s1600-h/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134051444434014562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_QllwSEWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ol9PZ_CC6wE/s400/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Terry working at one of the engravers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_Ql1wSEXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7A9CfcQoAKQ/s1600-h/IMG_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134051448728981874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_Ql1wSEXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/7A9CfcQoAKQ/s400/IMG_1562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher at work &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_QmVwSEYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VKHDX2g-wrc/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134051457318916482" style="WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_QmVwSEYI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VKHDX2g-wrc/s400/IMG_1561.JPG" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cindy in the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_QmlwSEZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3JBG2AYDxmU/s1600-h/IMG_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134051461613883794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_QmlwSEZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3JBG2AYDxmU/s400/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trophies ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_Qm1wSEaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/g7cg39SJyXk/s1600-h/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134051465908851106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_Qm1wSEaI/AAAAAAAAAF0/g7cg39SJyXk/s400/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trophy work bench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_OPFwSERI/AAAAAAAAAEs/M3fGoV1ixRc/s1600-h/IMG_1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134048858863702290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_OPFwSERI/AAAAAAAAAEs/M3fGoV1ixRc/s400/IMG_1555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the laser machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_OPlwSESI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0-I2axP2pKI/s1600-h/IMG_1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134048867453636898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_OPlwSESI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0-I2axP2pKI/s400/IMG_1553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The show room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_OP1wSETI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5BfkrEgx4jY/s1600-h/IMG_1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134048871748604210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_OP1wSETI/AAAAAAAAAE8/5BfkrEgx4jY/s400/IMG_1554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Terry still at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_OQFwSEUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FsHAZ4lfTLs/s1600-h/IMG_1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134048876043571522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_OQFwSEUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FsHAZ4lfTLs/s400/IMG_1555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_OQVwSEVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NmoUWYISpro/s1600-h/IMG_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134048880338538834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_OQVwSEVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NmoUWYISpro/s400/IMG_1556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; computer Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-5605979391674961721?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/5605979391674961721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=5605979391674961721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/5605979391674961721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/5605979391674961721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-at-trophy-shop.html' title='A Day at the Trophy Shop'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Rz_QllwSEWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ol9PZ_CC6wE/s72-c/IMG_1557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-3540502989090713030</id><published>2007-11-15T04:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:16.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Day at the Barber Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RzwXw1wSEBI/AAAAAAAAACs/U5xbNwb-Xnk/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133003803126272018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="243" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RzwXw1wSEBI/AAAAAAAAACs/U5xbNwb-Xnk/s320/IMG_1541.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RzwXxlwSEDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OjKXOkT_FBQ/s1600-h/IMG_1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133003816011173938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RzwXxlwSEDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OjKXOkT_FBQ/s320/IMG_1545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The work week starts on Tuesday morning at 8am and usually the first customer every otherTuesday is Mike pictured here. Been trimming Mike's locks since he was in middle school his dad was a patron and very close friend of mine for many years till he passed away several years back his name was Bud. Now I could count on Bud for about anything , running errands for me , he would stay at the shop if I had somewhere I had to go. He would stay and sometimes when I would return he would be sitting there talk to several customers that he had held there with the promise that I would be back shortly. Of course this was at another shop not where this shop is . He was a true and very loved and missed friend and of course when I see Mike I think of Bud. A little history started barbering in 1954 after about 18 months of barbering school. I worked at one shop with a man, who befriended me and was like a second father to me, and his son who was like a brother . Worked there for 20 years till 1974 and deceided it was time to operate my own shop. I bought a shop from a barber that was retiring and moved to that shop. This is where I first met Bud. Stayed there for 26 years till 2000 when I simi-retired to the shop here at the homestead. So I still have some customers that have started coming to the shop since I have been here and some that have been retained form the two other shops that I worked..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-3540502989090713030?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/3540502989090713030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=3540502989090713030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/3540502989090713030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/3540502989090713030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/11/typical-day-at-barber-shop.html' title='Typical Day at the Barber Shop'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RzwXw1wSEBI/AAAAAAAAACs/U5xbNwb-Xnk/s72-c/IMG_1541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-3383744275743920071</id><published>2007-11-07T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:17.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wayne and Cory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calvin'/><title type='text'>2nd Day Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RzJ-nldVUuI/AAAAAAAAACM/QMAGjdIY0Qc/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130302144063558370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RzJ-nldVUuI/AAAAAAAAACM/QMAGjdIY0Qc/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second day of the project got under way pretty early. The first job was to build the other support wall and take out the original wall. This also called for a trip into the attic to reinforce the ceiling joist . When that was done the support beam was place in and the temporary wall jacks were removed . Then some trim work was done and is to be finished tomorrow . Also the cabinet man is supposed to be here and start on the bar. then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;electrician&lt;/span&gt; is to be here Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so maybe in just a few more work days we might be finished . Will see how tomorrow goes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAY 3 OF CONSTURCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R01LTFwSEqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lBZbe-moqo4/s1600-h/IMG_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137845541233889954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/R01LTFwSEqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lBZbe-moqo4/s400/IMG_1566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Missed a few day of the remodeling ,but the electrians got here today and did the wiring that had been planed which included replacing some of the outlets and the thermostats that were in the wall that was taken out also they put in an overhead light and fan that the old living room did not have . Also they routed the cable for the television in the wall so that the wires are not seen and also hung the television on the wall with a wall bracket. All in all the day went well . The only problems were minor , misunderstanding where the tv was going and the worker cut one of the wires in the ceiling heat system that had to be replaced. They had to improvise on the lights that we had pick out to hang over the bar. With the beam at 14 inches below the ceiling there was not enough space to use the downrod so they had to mount them directly to the beam . No big problem and they look just fine ... about one more day work left repairing the floor and some trim work and we will have the job finished... we hope it will be soon , but have learned to expect the worker when we see them.... later..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-3383744275743920071?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/3383744275743920071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=3383744275743920071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/3383744275743920071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/3383744275743920071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/11/2nd-day-consturction.html' title='2nd Day Construction'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RzJ-nldVUuI/AAAAAAAAACM/QMAGjdIY0Qc/s72-c/IMG_1535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-2221299200275047632</id><published>2007-11-07T05:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:17.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One of Construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130043282542758098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="230" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RzGTL3JXCNI/AAAAAAAAABk/xz0Y9vIFiuI/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;Day one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;of construction has passed and went very well. The crew show up with trailor and went to work taking down the wall . Just a few problems here and there but all in all went pretty good. Was a lot of dust and plaster chips . Had to disable a few receptecals and the electrical heat themostats and in doing so it cut the power to the other receptecals in the den which will have to be fixed on the next work day ,I hope . Will see how it goes on day two ..Will update tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-2221299200275047632?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/2221299200275047632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=2221299200275047632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/2221299200275047632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/2221299200275047632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-one-of-construction.html' title='Day One of Construction'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RzGTL3JXCNI/AAAAAAAAABk/xz0Y9vIFiuI/s72-c/IMG_1523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-177615067186484945</id><published>2007-11-04T06:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:18.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All of Mema&apos;s porcelain dolls will have to find a new home.'/><title type='text'>The Walls came down at the Halls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Ry4Kk3JXCJI/AAAAAAAAABE/NmISlouibL8/s1600-h/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129048654016350354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" height="236" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Ry4Kk3JXCJI/AAAAAAAAABE/NmISlouibL8/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So now after 39 years we have decided to have the wall between the den/kitchen &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RzEUBnJXCMI/AAAAAAAAABc/N0b-POHpVz4/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129903468472371394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 9px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 9px" height="224" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RzEUBnJXCMI/AAAAAAAAABc/N0b-POHpVz4/s320/IMG_1526.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the living room removed. When we moved into this house in 1968 the living room was the one room that we wait and took our time to chose just the right furniture ,so it was several years before it was furnished completely. The living room has served us well over the years it is where the Christmas tree that Mema decorates so beautifully stands. It is where we have for all these years passed out the presents . It is the place where most of the pictures were taken. The furniture is just as new as the day it was placed it in the room. Our house is a ranch style (as you can see from the pictures on our post) constructed like most in the 60's . Three bedrooms ,two baths, den/kitchen and living room. The Gold Medallion of the day. The trouble now is the living room hardly ever get used except on Christmas the rest of the time the door is usually closed. So to utilized the space we have decided to open it up and make a great room .We will have to get rid of some furniture and buys some new , but mostly it will be a matter of rearranging what we have. The plan now is to convert the den area into the dining area and the living room will be the den. I am sure it will take some time to get everything in the right place ,but Mema and Iare sure it will work out... Anyway the destruction starts Tuesday will keep you informed... Mema and Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-177615067186484945?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/177615067186484945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=177615067186484945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/177615067186484945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/177615067186484945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/11/walls-came-down-at-halls.html' title='The Walls came down at the Halls'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/Ry4Kk3JXCJI/AAAAAAAAABE/NmISlouibL8/s72-c/IMG_1517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-7033707728451544853</id><published>2007-10-28T04:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:35:18.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>The Homestead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the home that Delores and I share. We have lived&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126305686037661762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="158" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RyRL3HJXCEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CNVxsK134iE/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" width="286" border="0" /&gt; here since 1968. We have raised two children , Cindy and Terry here and still miss them since they married and left. We have the same close neighbors that we have since we moved here , in fact of all the neighbors we are the new comers. All of the families have children that have married and left the nest also . So you might say we are a neighborhood of old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fogies&lt;/span&gt;. We would not think of living anywhere else too many memories to even think about leaving .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-7033707728451544853?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/7033707728451544853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/7033707728451544853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/10/homestead.html' title='The Homestead'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RyRL3HJXCEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CNVxsK134iE/s72-c/IMG_1511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-7712476045779406155</id><published>2007-10-20T22:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:04:15.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hello my name is Gaines . I am 72 years of age, married, wife's name is Delores (Lois) . We have been married 53 years this Christmas day 2008. We are the parents of two children, Cindy 51 years of age and Terry age 49 . More on the children and their families later.We all live in the Spartanburg, SC area. This blog is an account of our lives and the events of such starting 1936 till the present day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-7712476045779406155?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/7712476045779406155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=7712476045779406155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/7712476045779406155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/7712476045779406155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/10/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-465679655226881820</id><published>2004-10-20T23:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:35:31.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 My Early Years'/><title type='text'>Chapter I The Early Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RziOuldVUxI/AAAAAAAAACk/Kn9WY8eU-kw/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132008706368951058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="282" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RziOuldVUxI/AAAAAAAAACk/Kn9WY8eU-kw/s320/scan0005.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was born on December 22, 1936 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spartanburg&lt;/span&gt; SC. My parents were Fred Lee and Joanna I had one sister and one brother , Peggy( 1932-2001) and Harry 1934-1990) they will be mention through out this blog. I guess I am like most people my first 4-5 years I remember bits and pieces of the time , nothing continuous until my first year in school from then till now I remember. I came from a broken home , my parents were separated and divorced before I can remember at different times lived with each parent.&lt;br /&gt;The time is 1943 the place is Columbia,SC I and my brother Harry are living with our Dad and his wife ( later I discovered was just a girlfriend). Don't know how or why but in the next short period of time Harry and I were living with foster parents in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Horrell&lt;/span&gt; Hill , SC on highway 378 just southeast of Columbia. As well as I remember we were happy there . They had an old mule that they let us ride . Years later around the early 60's my wife and two children and I were traveling to the beach when we passed the school that I attended while staying in the foster home. To my surprise and don't know why I looked off the road and saw the school house. I told the family "I went to that school when I was young" . I turned the car around and went down the road a short distant to the school , It has since been demolished and a new school built, but at the time it was still as it was in 1943. It had an auditorium in the center and two classrooms , one on each side . Oh how it brought back memories . I drove down the road knowing the house that I lived in was just a short distance . There it was just as I remembered , a little more age ,not as big as it seemed years before, the trees and bushes were bigger , that old mule barn was still there but falling in. Well I was not going to let this go by without knowing if the people that shared their home for me were still there or not , so I knocked on the door and a lady answered and said they rented the house from a lady whose family had owned the house since it was built and that she now lived in Baltimore Md. I guess I should have got her address and wrote to her and thanked her for the kindness that she gave me during that time of my youth. Well that is hind sight and now it is too late. That is one reason for this website is to keep the record for members of my family . A short time later there was a hearing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spartanburg&lt;/span&gt; where it was decided that my brother , sister and I should be place in care of the state. Now my sister had for the most part been care for by an aunt and our grandmother , but she said she was going where her brothers went . That was the way my big sister was , tho we didn't live with each other in the early years she always was there when she could. The courts place us in a state run school. (John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dela&lt;/span&gt; Howe School) in McCormick , SC. which as it turned out was one of the best blessing of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I attended school there for 5 or 6 years , while there though love and care and understanding and sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt; the lessons of life, faith , courage , love of other, and loving others was instilled in my core and fiber that was to serve me through out my life time. (See the John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dela&lt;/span&gt; Howe Days in another part of the blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940303232060918824-465679655226881820?l=thehallsstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/feeds/465679655226881820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7940303232060918824&amp;postID=465679655226881820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/465679655226881820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940303232060918824/posts/default/465679655226881820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehallsstate.blogspot.com/2007/10/chapter-i-early-years.html' title='Chapter I The Early Years'/><author><name>Gaines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817408349097602026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3UE7T-4StRk/RziOuldVUxI/AAAAAAAAACk/Kn9WY8eU-kw/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940303232060918824.post-8094351584958225383</id><published>2004-10-09T21:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:08:26.738-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1 The John dela Howe Years'/><title type='text'>The John dela Howe Years  Lethe Cottage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;In January 1944&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt; the three of us arrived at John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dela&lt;/span&gt; Howe late in the day and were placed in the old infirmary just inside of the campus next to the Branch House for the first night . Sometime during the night I guess I may have been crying and maybe scared being in a strange place and not knowing what was going on and what was going to happen to me. Peggy my big sister must have heard me and came from her room and sat on the edge of my bed , I remember it like it was just night before last, said " baby brother it will be all right ,because I am here with you and always will be." Just a few years ago at the cemetery sixty-five years later as the people gather around to hear the preacher say some last words as my big sister was laid to rest those words were all that I could hear and think about " Baby Brother it will be all right , because I am here with you and always will be." So all through the years she was there for me to give advise , to help me anyway she could , I always knew that I could call on Peggy my Big Sister. Never a day goes by that I don't think of her. The next day Harry and I were placed in Lethe Cottage . The matron was named Miss Morrow. Stayed there for I don't know how long I know I was there through the summer because I did not go home that summer and the kids that stayed on campus that summer went to Cherry Grove for a week . It was some kind of camp( found out years later as my wife and children and I were vacationing at Myrtle Beach for some reason we rode up to Cherry Grove and sure enough the camp was still there, of course this was just about 20 years later. The camp was owned by the 4H club of Florence , SC. It has been demolished now I guess to make room for progress. On the way back to John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dela&lt;/span&gt; Howe there were two buses full of children . I was on the bus in the rear and the bus developed trouble , I remember we pull the bus into a church yard . The bus in front had no way of knowing our predicament continued on. What ever was wrong with the bus what not a speedy repair. So there we were about 30 or so kids and several adults sitting in a church with no food or accommodations . Some how the powers that be got in touch with the right people and the church was opened for our use and some very nice people brought in sandwiches and refreshments. I have often wonder who those nice people were so I could thank them . The bus was repaired hours later and we traveled on to the school , got back after dark the other bus had gotten back in time for the afternoon swim. So sometime after that summer I was placed in Palmetto Cottage . I think Harry had been placed in Carolina Cottage sometime earlier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;BOY WILL BE BOYS AT JOHN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dela&lt;/span&gt; HOWE___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;As the old says goes “Boys will be Boys” and was never more true than with&amp;nbsp;the boys at John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dela&lt;/span&gt; Howe. There was never a day that went by that we were not doing something not necessary bad thing or wrong things just endeavors that left memories and thoughts of the fleeting days of our youth. We played, worked and I mean some hard work, we went to school, we went to church, we ate and we slept. There is a story in each one of these activities and they will be told at a later time. The story for this writing is about a cabin that we built in the woods and the camaraderie the bond between friends that I still remember to this day and the good times that we had as we played and explored the woods just like the early settlers had done before. I hope that the boys that came after us had the same life and bond as the band of brothers of our youth.&lt;br /&gt;THE CABIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Abbeville&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;the name of a town also the name that was given to one of ten cottages that were space around a circle campus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Abbeville&lt;/span&gt; cottage is on the right side of the road that leads to highway #81 toward the dairy. Some of us boys during one of our excursions in the woods which was about every day ,but more so on those Saturday mornings that we were free to do our own thing ,decided to build a log cabin. We had gone into the woods behind the cottage and crossed over highway #81 in to the woods on the far side. I don’t remember who or what made us have the brain storm to come up with the idea to build a log cabin but it was a great project for about 5 or 6 eager house builders. We picked a spot in a ravine and started to work I am sure we had some saws or hatchets. The plan was to make it two stories (now that shows we were ambitious ) but we lived in the world that taught us to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;undo able&lt;/span&gt; , dream big nothing was too hard for us to do.&lt;br /&gt;The plan was, as I said to build it two stories. The first story would be completely in the ravine with the top room being at ground level. You would enter the top room and go to the bottom chamber through a hole in the floor. I hope you get the picture. Even to this day I can close my eyes and the image of our cabin is seared in my brain. One day if possible I would like to return to that part of the woods and see if I can locate the site. I am sure it is not there, but if by chance I could stand in that old ditch where we as boys built our mansion so many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;We got the cabin built, don’t remember how long it took several weeks I am sure. Now don’t get the impression that this was a cabin built with foot thick logs. No this was build with pine saplings about 3-4 inches diameter. The cabinwas built we set out to outfit it with the comforts of home our stove and coffee pot consisted of a couple of gallon cans that we got at the kitchen. We bought coffee and bread at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cades&lt;/span&gt; grocery store. The dairy supplied us with butter and some cream and also some molasses. This molasses was used at the dairy to pour over the cows feed they said to sweeten the milk. All this was done of course without Mr. Blake the dairy boss knowledge. With our booty in hand and our cabin in all its splendor waiting we were ready for a feast. A campfire was started and the coffee was poured in the can with water, now don’t asked where we got the water, I don’t remember, but I guess we took in into the woods from the cottage. The coffee boiling we then wait for the grounds to settle to the bottom. Sitting there in the woods drinking coffee from cans eating butter and molasses sandwiches with the trees swaying in the breeze and nature all around us we felt like kings and I guess we were because, we were rulers over our domain. Our Cabin in the Woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST DAY WE RODE THE TREES DOWN&lt;br /&gt;Trees, one of God’s great and wise gifts to man. We use them for about all of our needs , the build shelters , to burn for warmth, in some cases for food that they bear, for wood to build all sort of things such as furniture , we use them for shade, and they are necessary to filter and replenish the oxygen that we breath but the boys at John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dela&lt;/span&gt; Howe used them for another purpose. We would climb up to the top of the young saplings and swing them over. Some times they would bend all the way to the ground and you would drop off. Some times they would just bend so far and you would have to drop the rest of the way to the ground. Sometimes they would bend so far and then break and down you would come to ground. So you learned to expect about any of these things to happen as you were in the top of the tree swinging it to a fro to get it swaying so that it would go over with you and once it started you maneuvered to the ground side as extra weight to carry the tree on over and hopefully to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;This was how we would spend time, usually on Saturdays and days when we had some spare time and were not working or in school. At the time I was in Palmetto cottage and the wood that this story is about lies between the cottage and the dairy. There was a path which was a shortcut as opposed to the road when we had to go to the dairy. This patch of wood is the setting or stage if you prefer of the story.&lt;br /&gt;We were in the woods swinging the trees over and having a good time as we always did, shouting and yelling “Ride em over boys”. Well as I said before sometimes the sapling would break so all through the wood were these stumps of popular trees protruding into the air, some 8 or 10 feet high and some with sharp spikes on them where they had broken off. If you are getting ahead of the story you probably realize what was about to happen. One of the boys as he was riding to the ground his tree broke and as he was falling he hit one of these spike on one of the previous broke tree and the spike luckily broke off and he fell to the ground. As we rush to him the shiver of tree had entered his back and was close to exiting the front of his body. Not sure if we carried him out of the woods or went to get help. Either way he was taken to the infirmary of course it was not equipped to handle anything like this so he was rushed to the hospital in the near by town. His injury was serious but not life threading . There was no damage to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;any of&lt;/span&gt; his vital organs and as I remember he was back at the school in a few days..&lt;br /&gt;To my knowledge that ended the sport of tree riding. Not sure if it was not allowed after that or whether we just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;did no&lt;/span&gt;t see the fun of it any more. All though we never rode the Trees over again I for one thought of that day each time I walked through that patch of woods. More than 60 years have passed and I can’t remember the name of the boy that got injured or for sure the other boys that were with me that day. I do though remember the events of that day crystal clear. 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