Memorial Rose

With Memorial Day coming upon us, there are many we can thank and remember.  I would like to thank all of our Men and Women Soldiers stationed all over this world, that give of their lives.  Protecting and serving,  helping to keep the world a better and safer place.  They don’t know me by name, but they are willing to give it all so that I can have peace and freedom.  So Thank You for Serving!!

Grandpa Harry’s Rose

This time of year also takes me to back to years gone by.  A time to look back  and reflect about the loved ones that are not with us any longer and the legacy that they have left.  Some things may seem small, like remembering the Grandma that always made the Cookie care package at Christmas.  The other Grandmother that made the BEST Apple Pie and Potato Salad in the world.  My Grandpa Harry, or Pop as I would call him, sitting in the morning on his knee, as he sat on the old blue kitchen stool.  He would be drinking his morning coffee, before heading out to milk the cows.

My Dad drove a log truck for many, many years.  I remember riding along with him early in the mornings, watching the sun come up over the dash-board, as we bumped along the logging roads.  The smell of the fresh-cut timber,  awwww….. as good as the smell of fresh mowed grass.  Every time I smell the sap running in the warm Fir Trees, it brings back those fond memories of  those wonderful days.

Growing up on the Oregon Coast, getting up early in the morning, heading to the beach to dig for Razor Clams.  At that age, I didn’t do much digging, but I had the fun of running around on the beach, collecting whole sand dollars, drift wood and always on the lookout for the elusive Japanese Glass Float.  To this day sitting and walking on the beach, brings a calm.  It brings clarity and rejuvenate my soul.

Pop’s Rose Legacy

So many wonderful memories of the years gone by.  I am very fortunate to have one living memory still with me to this day.  It is what I call Grandpa Harry’s Rose.  It is a Rose bush moved from their farm in Knappa, Oregon to their house in Portland.  My mom had it after my grandfather passed away and now it lives at my house.  I don’t know what her official name is, but oh what a beautiful site she is.  Grandpa always said there was nothing more beautiful and perfect than the rose.  Well she is blooming again…. Oh what a beauty.  Grandpa Harry’s Memorial Rose is a legacy that I will continue to nourish,  until it’s time to pass it on to the next generation.

~Oregon Smiles with Franny, On The Road Less Traveled.

Header picture by Tracie Louise Photography.  Thank you for your beautiful work.

Bad Moon Rising

Excerpt from Bad Moon Rising

by: John Fogerty, Creedence Clearwater Revival

I see the bad moon arisin’
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin’
I see bad times today

Don’t go around tonight
Well, it’s bound to take your life
There’s a bad moon on the rise


Wow does that ever date me….. Got to love the Music from the 70’s.  When I saw this picture that my friend Tracie Louise Photography took, a couple of weeks ago, it reminded me of this song.  Don’t get me wrong the photo is amazing.

Sometimes we can surely feel this way.  That life is like a Bad Moon Rising, that there is trouble on the way.  No matter what we do something is going to go wrong.  Things just aren’t going to work out for us.  We ask God why?  Why do these things always happen to me?  Can’t I ever get a break in this life and things finally go right?

Recently such as life is….. We have been graced by one of those wonderful occasions, someone stole my son’s car.  Like wow, great…. now what are we going to do?  He is off at school working so hard to finish up his degree in Civil Engineering,  far from home and now not able to come home if he could.  Again, I worried and worried as a mom does, wondering what and how we where going to get him through this.

I know that this wasn’t the work of God, he doesn’t do things like this.  But he does give us free will and those bums that took his vehicle used their free will wrongly.  Then it came to me, Opportunity.  We can use this bad as an opportunity to have something good come out of it.  Like when life gives you Lemons, make Lemon Aid.  It may not have been God’s doing for this to happen, but he is now creating an opportunity for us to have something better.

Oh how wonderful life is.  Yes there maybe some bumps in my Road Less Traveled, but we can turn this around and make sure they don’t turn in to pot holes.  Not sure the road will get paved on this one, but it will be a smooth ride in the end.  So next time you see that Bad Moon Rising, coming up around the Bend, tell it to just keep moving along….. I am drinking my Lemon Aid.

Oregon Smiles with Franny, On The Road Less Traveled.

Thank you Tracie Louise Photography of Kingaroy, Queensland, Australia for the wonderful pictorial inspiration.

 

4 Tunnels…

I took this header picture last summer in central Wyoming.  We were on the road to Thermopolis, Wyoming, passing through the Wind River Canyon.  From this vantage point there are 4 separate tunnels and 5 tunnel that is out of the picture on the right side.  It was very cool.

~Oregon Smiles with Franny, On The Road Less Traveled

PS:  To all my wonderful followers… I apologize for the lack of postings lately.  I am working on a very BIG project now that is taking up all my downtime with study.  I promise, I will be back on the blogging boards soon.   I am so totally out “ON THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED” now.  Stories to follow.  Thank you for your patience.  ~Franny