Day 248
919 Meadowlark
Drive, White House, Tennessee
Call
it “Gypsy-blood”, if you so choose; might just be my pragmatic assault on
life-issues!?
We
moved to the Great northwest in 1989 where daughter Beth had been accepted to
Willamette University Law School in Salem, Oregon. She completed two years
there and then wanted to do a final year as a “visiting” student at Vanderbilt
University in Nashville, Tennessee.
Being
a born and bred “Rebel” and feeling more than a bit removed from family back in
good ole Illinois-country, I jumped at the chance to uproot the family, once
more, and head back to the Midwest. We loaded up our possessions and set out,
across country, again.
We
found a property in the quiet little town of White House, Tennessee located on
I-65 North out of Nashville, about twenty minutes from Vanderbilt. The property
consisted of a nice ranch house, a small “rental” house, a huge barn and a pond with an island reached by an
arched wooden bridge with a total land mass of about 1.5-acres. Pretty nice
after we remodeled it.
Becky
took up classes at the local Junior College, Volunteer State; Beth settled into
her routine at prestigious Vanderbilt and Lady Candice and Z. Tyler and I
vacationed. We spent some time at Opryland Hotel and the boy and I hit golf balls
at the driving range and played miniature golf. I taught Z. to ride a two
wheeler on February 2, 1991; he was 4 years old.
When
we celebrated our 25th wedding anniversary in Tennessee, the girls
sent us on a “vacation” to the Bahamas where we sat around talking about how we
missed the family!
When
Miss Beth graduated from Law School, her degree was issued by Willamette
University in Oregon; we trekked cross-country, again, for commencement
exercises.
One
might conclude that even my “Gypsy-blood” would be satiated with all that action; not so, we returned to
good ole Monroe County, Illinois later that same year. What a Great!-life!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “On-the-road-again!”
Memories!
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