Roadtrip

Our road trip down to Peoria was supposed to be to the Zoo. Mother Nature didn't see it that way. So instead of walking around in the down pour looking at animals trying to stay dry we went to the near by cemetery.Hugh old place. Springdale. All rollings hills and dales with a creek running down the middle.




Looking down the steep drop to the valley floor.
Lady thinking
Old Catholic area,Mostly Arnolds and Andersons

St Mary looking down
Jesus and child
The steps all had a name
Dr W.J. Hamilton
Veterens area This is the Civil War area

Other Stuff To Do On A Rainy Day

Off to do some retail therapy

Lunch with the girls. Savannah trying to pick the right colour
Constance laying out the crayons
The forks having a fight
When asked how she liked her chicken (ick)
Like the soda....sugar....
Plots ok...characters ok...I give it a 4

Memorial Day 2009

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses,row on row
That mark our place,and in the sky
The larks,still bravely singing,fly
Scare Heard amid the guns below

We are the dead short days ago
We lived,felt sown,saw sunset slow,
Loved ,and were loved,and now we lie
In Flanders Fields

Take up our quarrel with the foe,
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch,be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields
Dr. Jon McCrea

Malvern Hill

Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill
In prime of morn and May,
Recall ye how McClellan’s men
Here stood at bay?
While deep within yon forest dim
Our rigid comrades lay–
Some with the cartridge in their mouth,
Others with fixed arms lifted South–
Invoking so
The cypress glades? Ah wilds of woe!

The spires of Richmond, late beheld
Through rifts in musket-haze,
Were closed from view in clouds of dust
On leaf-walled ways,
Where streamed our wagons in caravan;
And the Seven Nights and Days
Of march and fast, retreat and fight,
Pinched our grimed faces to ghastly plight–

Does the elm wood

Recall the haggard beards of blood?

The battle-smoked flag, with stars eclipsed,
We followed (it never fell!)–
In silence husbanded our strength–
Received their yell;
Till on this slope we patient turned
With cannon ordered well;
Reverse we proved was not defeat;
But ah, the sod what thousands meet!–
Does Malvern Wood
Bethink itself, and muse and brood?

We elms of Malvern Hill
Remember every thing;
But sap the twig will fill:
Wag the world how it will,
Leaves must be green in Spring.
Herman Melville

At Your Own Risk

Old Lady on the Bike Path

After my little trouble with the bad med reaction I didn't get out much on the bike path. But Sunday dawned as a beautiful day and I knew I needed to get back on the trail. I knew if I went by myself that I'd over do it and really be in trouble. I called old lady Gimm to be my companion. I knew she didn't have much time so that it wouldn't be that long of a walk. We walked from Eastern Ave to Brady Street to see how it was. There is a big open field in this part so hot summer days no shade.



Wouldn't know that is one of the major streets in Davenport.



Where off to see the wizard...no...
from where I don't know.
To the left the path continues. To the right Garfield park/school
Looking West up stream
Garfield park looking south east off one of the many bridges.
the open field. Off to the right is Garfield park and school.
Don't know how offen that you have to watch for a train here. I think its just a switching line so nothing long.
Not to deep and very clear
The little Goose Creek making its way to the Duck
the over flow pond at the area the Goose and the Duck meet.
this walk has been brought to you by Pepsi

Rocket Park

No More Pictures.

Tough Times

To make money they will put there image and name on about anything...

Night Walk

Met the sister for a walk along the Duck Creek. The sun was going down and by the time we got back it was dark. Kinda spooky in the trees.

Its the creek..really trust me

A night soft ball game
more of the creek...really trust me on this..

Twins At Play

the girls told me that they didn't like it that my blog was being taking over by my walks that their hasn't' been a picture of them for almost 9 post...Here they are in Grandma's back yard playing with bubbles and then down at their local park.



I always said Savannah does things her own way
Much better
While she's not looking I push her
I was asked what the writing on the bridge was..Jason is a bast.....
Savannah lost in the high grass
The Goose Creek
Savannah with nothing to do
The bubble queen herself

Get in I'll pull you around...