Tag: driving
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Road-Trip With a Deja Vu Experience This Morning
Once Lilly and I got in the car heading for Sullivan County it didn’t take long to get to our destination. So she was able to get her birth certificate for her upcoming travels. She was happy to get another step of the process done. However, for me it was like being in my backyard.…
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Forget Summer School…
Ladies… you like your girls time right or cousin time to have the ladies in your life around don’t you? That is what I needed with Lilly, it was May we were both the same age again. There are three of us born literally every three months in the same year. I started us off…
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Summer School: Taking A Ride
Lost in Evansville and just off of the Lloyd Expressway… I was extremely nervous and unsure where I was. God must have been watching over me and from the few words Lilly instructed me with when I believe I got a hold of her and was able to get south of the expressway. University of…
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The Last Edition: The Hands of My Father
How does one measure a father’s worth? Fortunately, I do not have firsthand experience and would not wish the lack of a father’s presence on anyone! Words speak volumes, but a photo is worth a 1000 words. Writing about my father is probably the most emotionally difficult one of this series to write. Sometimes photos…
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Every Mile Reveals A Memory
Driving in the wrong direction, like we did, allowed us to have a family recollection time. According to mom the long drive was fun and just what we needed that Saturday. She may have been right considering what the next few miles of road would reveal to us. Little Nashville has happy memories for us…
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Being Carsick On A Trip
Road Trips can be fun. I do enjoy them as long as the road stays straight. If they don’t it can totally ruin my trip. I had a migraine and hadn’t completely gotten rid of it by Friday. So I was already sure I should not get into the car to go to Cincinnati, Ohio.…
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Spring Time in Indiana
Today has been a gorgeous day in Southern Indiana. On a drive south on 41 headed to Vincennes, I lost count. We must have passed our way down and back up at least 5 different tractors getting ready to plant. Like they say, once a farmer’s daughter is always a farmer’s daughter. I cannot pass…




