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3.11.20 … gut reaction?

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2020 Lenten Labyrinth Walks (16/40), Virtual Walk – Marietta GA, Driving Mama Lindsey:

Today was a Driving Mama Lindsey day … we drove to the prosthodontist and to the eye doctor and to the nail salon and back to her home. My mom is 93 and her eyesight is deteriorating rapidly. So now I must describe things, orient her, before we can tell stories. It is unsettling. But then it makes me slow down and orient myself. I realize that it is a thin place walk similar to a labyrinth walk.

I found this in a 2018 post:

I found this article about how to memorize the Chartres path. It explains the use of virtual. I have trouble memorizing the path, so I found this interesting. I may utilize this methods and then experiment to see if it enhances my reality walks.

The use of the word “virtual” is from its traditional definition of “existing or resulting in effect or essence though not in actual fact, form, or name,” as opposed to its more contemporary association with digital environments which should be classified as “computer based”.

The Labyrinth is the most powerful spiritual exercise that enables a person to access their innate Presence through the conscious heart and never through the rational head. It is purely spiritual. It is for all faiths even atheists. When one walks it they bring their own religious theology with them. You can have your own personal labyrinth to walk any time, in any place and under any circumstance. It is a “Virtual Labyrinth”.

The key to walking a virtual labyrinth is to discover the “labyrinth shuffle”. The shuffles must be caught, not taught. Trying to describe the shuffle in lieu of doing it is very difficult. The shuffle must be taught through experience rather than by theory. As we walk a labyrinth regularly we will begin to get a feel for being in the Presence. Once we get this feel, we will be able to access this Presence at other times and places, under any conditions.

The walk is not an aimless stroll. There are principles behind it. When a person is feeling insecure, they will think, feel and act differently, than when they are sensing the Presence of God’s Peace. As one enters the Labyrinth, moving towards the center, they begin to examine issues and struggles out of the Presence. The loops and curves of the labyrinth tend to take a person out of their head and into their heart to sense this presence within. Walking out from the center they will have new insights created by this inner presence they could not have when they are not in this experience.

Source: The Rev. Canon Paul Edwards-Walking the Virtual Chartres Labyrinth,

The corona virus continues to wreak havoc on global markets and in communities and on individuals. I actually thought how I would respond if I was prohibited from entering my mom’s retirement community. It could hapoen.

I then laughed at the silliness of my thoughts today … patent leather shoes … wtf …

It may not be time to get out the white shoes, but it’s definitely time to put up the black patent leather shoes. I always have “go to” shoes. And this year, and I do not really know why, my “go to” shoes have been black patent flats. Yesterday, Mrs. Wayt said, “Oh, you don’t want to get your nice shoes dirty walking the labyrinth.” I laughed; the shoes are not what I consider my nice shoes. These are my basics. I get them at target, and if I can’t find them at target, I get them online from Amazon. But I always have a pair of black patent flats.

Gut reaction?

And oh, how I wish that was a pic of my stomach!



2.26.20 … “Everything has a crack in it. That’s how the light gets in.”

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2020 Lenten Labyrinth Walks (1/40), Ash Wednesday, 2020 Labyrinth Walks, The Cathedral of St. Philip-Atlanta GA, Driving Mama Lindsey:

I’ve mentioned this before: Presbyterians were slow to adopt the liturgical calendar and until the late 1980s there was no mention of Advent or Lent in my southern Presbyterian churches. But now they are. (See below for a 2005 article). And generally we are encouraged to take up spiritual practices. I have 3: Daily Lenten Devotional ReadingsLenten Labyrinth Walks, Lenten List making.

Before heading out today, I made my first Lenten List.- Ordinary Blessings. Last night I found this in America Magazine:

Source: Before Lent, count your ordinary blessings | America Magazine

This is the last week in Ordinary Time for a while. Next week, believe it or not, Lent begins. But let’s not leave the graces of Ordinary Time too quickly. As many liturgical scholars will point out, the term “Ordinary” comes not from the idea that the days are uneventful or boring, but that the weeks are “ordinal,” that is, counted, from the first week of Ordinary Time to the 34th week. Still, it’s not hard to connect ordinary time with the days outside the great feast days of Easter and Christmas, as well as the liturgical seasons of Advent and Lent. And ordinary times are indeed more “ordinary” than those days and seasons.

This week might be a good week, then, to think about the ordinary blessings in your life. Maybe that could be a focus of your Daily Examen this week.

Source: Before Lent, count your ordinary blessings | America Magazine,

… so in preparation of Lent here is my first list.

Ordinary Blessings

1. Health

2. Family

3. Dogs

4. Friends

5. Education

6. Safe travels

Around noon, my sister and I ventured out. My sister and I took my mother to the dentist for the umpteenth time, and today she received her new and improved upper dentures. And they look glorious and seem to fit very well. It is nice to see her smile.

After the dentist appointment, we drove to the Cathedral of Saint Philip where my favorite church labyrinth is located in Atlanta.

I have walked labyrinths 40x during each of the last 8 Lents. And today I began again. So after taking my mom to the dentist with my sister to get her new dentures, we headed to the Cathedral. I promised my mom I would bring her for a wheelchair walk. So she and my sister waited in the car while I walked.

What had started out as a beautiful day had turned blustery. And as I walked, a very slight drizzle began. For some reason that seems appropriate for Ash Wednesday.

It’s always noisy here, it appeared i was directly below a flight pattern and several small noisy planes flew overhead. The Cathedral is also located right on Peachtree Road which as always was busy with traffic at the time of my walk.

As I walked, I considered the blessings which I had cataloged earlier in connection with an article I had read in America magazine. I thought about each one as I walked and stood within each of the petals of the center. I had inadvertently listed 6 items. I think when I make my lists this year I will always make six so that that will be a good number to consider when I walk Chartres style labyrinths.

I also pondered several readings from early this morning …

From James Howell:

Today is Ash Wednesday. Perhaps you know dreams turned to ashes. In Church we are reminded that “you are dust, and to dust you will return.” The big dreamer part of you is housed in a body that is slowly breaking down, returning to the mere stuff that it is. For a season of 6 weeks, as if God knew we couldn’t bear it for much longer, we fix our attention on the ashes, our morality, our finitude, our disappointments, our guilt and brokenness. It’s not a negative season. It’s just the truth about us – and once we embrace that brokenness, the way the world and people disappoint, ourselves include, then we begin to move toward healing, and a deep, abiding sense of God’s mercy, goodness, presence – and hope.

Bly’s title is from an old fairy tale the Grimm Brothers passed along to us. Hunters keep disappearing in the forest near the king’s castle. People stop venturing in. But one day an unknown hunter shows up and asks “Anything dangerous to do around here?” The King tells him about the forest. He replies “That’s the sort of thing I like.” So he plunges in, alone, taking only his dog. They finally come to a pond. A hand reaches up from under the water, grabs the dog, and pulls it under. “This must be the place.” He returns to the castle, gets a bucket, and starts bucketing out the water from the pond. Long, slow work. Finally there’s a big guy with reddish hair, wild, untamed: “Iron John.”

It’s a parable about the way we avoid the hard work of going deep into ourselves and thus deep with God. We are fearful of what we might find, so we avoid, stay busy, stick to our diversions. But Lent is the time to do some bucketing, to see what’s really under there. It’s a little scary, but only when we befriend the hidden self, the wild untamed one within, can we discover who we really are in and with God.

Join me in some hard work this Lent. Poke around in the brokenness. See how God is there. As Leonard Cohen sang, “Everything has a crack in it. That’s how the light gets in.”

Source: The Beauty of Brokenness: Ash Wednesday,–Ash-Wednesday.html?soid=1104220709083&aid=9kgMoWzcRAc

And from Pope Francis:

Not only are Christians called to generously share the richness of the Gospel and gifts from God, “today, too, there is a need to appeal to men and women of good will to share, by almsgiving, their goods with those most in need, as a means of personally participating in the building of a better world,” he said.

“Charitable giving makes us more human, whereas hoarding risks making us less human, imprisoned by our own selfishness,” he said.

“We can and must go even further, and consider the structural aspects of our economic life,” he said.

That is why, the pope said, he called for a meeting during Lent with “young economists, entrepreneurs and change-makers with the aim of shaping a more just and inclusive economy.” The meeting was set to take place in Assisi March 26-28.

The theme of the pope’s message, “We implore you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God,” was taken from the Second Letter of St. Paul to the Corinthians (5:20), which reflects the invitation to return to God through constant conversion and reconciliation, and experience new life in Christ.

“Life is born of the love of God our father, from his desire to grant us life in abundance,” Pope Francis wrote

Source: Pope Francis stresses reconciliation in Lenten message | America Magazine,

And I liked this one from Meister Eckhart, too.

We then returned to Lenbrook. Doesn’t mom look great!

And I missed the Imposition of Ashes at nearby churches …

Regardless, I had a lovely Ash Wednesday … dust to dust …

It was a nice way to begin the season.


And I stumbled on this again …

I walked down Grace Street in Richmond twenty years ago, and about two blocks away from St. Paul’s Episcopal Church I began to see people with dirty foreheads: all sorts of people, some smartly dressed for work on their lunch hour, some rather shopworn and tired. It wasn’t until hours later that I realized that the source of the “dirt” was Ash Wednesday worship, so distant was this day in the liturgical calendar from my Presbyterian experience. Now Presbyterian churches galore, including our own, have Ash Wednesday worship. We ministers smudge the foreheads of worshipers and say: “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”

Remember that you are dust – The Presbyterian Outlook,

12.2.19 … “Some Advent advice inspired by Mr. Rogers: take one minute each day to be totally silent and consider all of those people who have loved you into being.”

Advent 2019, Advent Week One -Hope, Driving Mama Lindsey:

Today my mother continued the dental disaster drama. But today, unlike previous, I was able to manage her expectations. She may have her lower partial denture by Christmas, and she may not. All I want for Christmas …

As we finished up at the dentist at 10 AM, I asked her if she would like to go to ride. And of course she said, “yes.” So off we went.

From the intersection of West Paces Ferry and Northside Drive, we headed toward Midtown. We took Northside to Moores Mill and then I got turned around, but eventually we got got Howell Mill … hello, Kells! I saw a food truck park, interesting!

Then we popped on I75 S to 14th street. From there we turned on Peachtree St. There we viewed First Presbyterian Church and the High Museum. We then turned into Ansley Park. My first thought was to find the home of Dr. Vernon Broyles, the minister at my church during my childhood . And I found it!

We then drove up and down several streets, including Walker Terrace where one of my best friends from Brookwood Hills had lived prior to moving to Brookwood Hills.

I always liked the street designation “terrace,” and loved it when we briefly lived on a terrace in Wilmette IL. Next, we swung by 55 Maddox where my father lived as a child, his violet patch, and the Granite Governor’s Mansion (I remember always driving by to see it decorated at Christmas).

And I tried to find one of several Duffy homes in the neighborhood.

We continued on Peachtree Street, driving by the modern White Columns, the Temple, the church with Tiffany windows, Brookwood Station, and the Masonic Temple.

We then entered Brookwood Hills at Huntington. As we drove up and down the streets of the neighborhood, we threw out names: Wards, Ingrams, Ottleys, Luxenbergers, Wards II, Heerys, Winbornes, Goulds, McGinnises, Hales, Masseys, Anne Morgan/Ralph Baker (Anne was in a Norman Rockwell painting as a child), Primms, Reynolds, Stricklands, Egans, McKenzies, Pentecosts, Ray I, Coleys, Lindseys, Ray II, Miss Mackey, Dr. Mary Lynn Morgan (my dentist and wife of Ralph McGill), Derosas, Menefees, Aldermans, Arden Zen (the yoga teacher on tv), Asnips …

And then back to Peachtree St. … Piedmont Hospital (the monstrosity, why?) … The Marsdens …

The big decision, Habersham or Duck Pond? Habersham … Campbells, Grotons, Mom’s favorite house until she saw the inside (a Neel Reid), Wilmers, the Neel Reid that burned down … was it rebuilt from original drawings? Hamilton II and Hamilton I

And Grants …

And back …

Lots of people memories from her 70+ years in Atlanta …

And I just found this quote:

“Some Advent advice inspired by Mr. Rogers: take one minute each day to be totally silent and consider all of those people who have loved you into being.”

And an aside…. Yesterday, when I visited mom, and she was fit to be tied, I read to her from an Advent devotional. Her response, “We didn’t do Advent in Pineview.“ So maybe my driving around and talking about all those people who have loved us into being can be an advent practice with mom.



10.1.19 … “All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.” ― Julian of Norwich

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Labyrinth Walks, The Cathedral of St. Philip-Atlanta GA, kith/kin, Driving Mama Lindsey:

So this was a combo drive and walk. October 1 is my mother‘s 93rd birthday. Because of some serious dental issues, we are unable to celebrate in the usual Lindsey style. So my sister and brother and I tagteamed today. My sister met her for lunch and then I followed with a long car ride ending up at my brothers house for dinner. He then continued the evening with an episode of Father Brown… Hopefully, by Friday, the dental crises will be over and we can proceed with the usual Lindsey style celebration.

I began my time with my mother by telling her about my book study class at my church in Charlotte. I had attended by FaceTime today. She asked me what we discussed and I told her strangers in the Bible, redemptive strangers, strangers who bless then exit … no conversion, like the Magi. I read her this passage from Barbara Brown Taylor’s “Holy Envy”:

“This tradition of strangers bearing divine gifts begins early in the Bible with the story of Melchizedek, a Canaanite king and priest who comes out of nowhere bearing bread and wine for Abraham (then Abram) after a great battle. You can find it in Genesis 14 if you want, but since it is only four verses long you are also welcome to my summary. 

First Melchizedek blesses Abram in the name of the God Most High, whom he serves. At no point is there any discussion about whether Melchizedek’s God and Abram’s God are the same God. After blessing Abram, Melchizedek blesses God. In gratitude, Abram gives him a tenth of everything. Then Melchizedek exits the story as suddenly as he entered it, leaving Abram to become Abraham, the father of the Jews. The End. 

Though Jews and Christians have made much of this mysterious stranger, some going as far as offering up elaborate interpretations of Melchizedek’s identity in order to establish their own priority, the story needs no embellishment. As short as it is, the narrative already has a clear message in place: God works through religious strangers. For “reasons that will never be entirely clear, God sometimes sends people from outside a faith community to bless those inside of it. It does not seem to matter if the main characters understand God in the same way or call God by the same name. The divine blessing is effective, and the story goes on. 

Other examples of redemptive religious strangers in the first testament of the Bible include Bithiah, the Pharaoh’s daughter who plucked the baby Moses from his rush basket in the River Nile and raised him as her own; Jethro, the Midianite priest who was Moses’s father-in-law and teacher; Ruth, the Moabite who became the ancestor of King David; and Cyrus, the Persian king who ended the Babylonian exile and allowed the Jews to return home—the only non-Jew in the Bible who is ever identified as God’s anointed one.”

And then we headed off on our ride … Where to? Brookwood Hills. Because it was her birthday, I did not fuss when she wanted to drive straight down Peachtree Street…She really can’t see much but she still enjoys getting oriented as to space and talking about people and places.

And it was hot, hot, hot; so hot that you really still felt the heat inside the car with the air-conditioning turned on high. A Charlotte meteorologist refers to this as “Augtober!”

We enjoyed our usual spin through Brookwood Hills, noting that the house of our longtime neighbor, the last of those longtime neighbors, had sold between our last ride and now. Another end of an era.

And then heading back north, we circled through Peachtree Hills and Garden Hills, around the Duckpond, and back up to Peachtree. Looking up, I saw the Cathedral and asked my mom if she cared if I went for a Labyrinth Walk. I swear she responded, “Are you losing? “ Now granted I need to lose a little weight, but I thought my mom got the spiritual aspect, not the exercise aspect of my walks. She denied it later.

As I walked I noticed the irrigation sprinklers going. It almost made it feel cooler, but it really wasn’t any cooler. But there was a rainbow in the sprinkler mist, and that was uplifting.

Now back to our drive … Atlanta folks are just as silly as those in North Carolina. They have decorated for Halloween to the nines all over the city. One house on Habersham obviously had paid a landscaping/decorating company to put up their decorations. I wonder what that cost. I assume they do the same thing for Christmas

And then we just toured Buckhead. Most interesting to me was driving down Valley Road between Habersham and Northside. That’s another place I haven’t been in years and years. I think I was always enchanted by the creek that meandered along the street in front of the houses. I love the quaint driveway bridges that cross it.

“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”

― Julian of Norwich

My mom still has an inquisitive mind and a joy of spending time with family and friends. I read her your notes on social media.

Then back to my brother’s house.



9.23.19 … It’s time for fall in the South! Pumpkins, Mosquitoes, Humidity, Flip-flops, Shorts … OK, so it’s basically summer, but with pumpkins.

Driving Mama Lindsey …

Some drives are not fun … and so it goes as we we continued with the dental saga …

But, since I had her in the car, it was worth a little extra time driving around beautiful Atlanta. I told mom about a meme I saw:

It’s time for fall in the South!






OK so it’s basically summer, but with pumpkins.

Atlanta was again gorgeous, but hot, on one of these first days of Fall. And people are getting their fall decorations out: pumpkins, scarecrows, and orange, yellow and purple fall mums …. and some crazy fools have already put out Halloween. Like i said, crazy fools.

Since we had arrived 30 minutes early for her appointment, I decided to continue along West Paces Ferry to Paces Ferry all the way to Vinings. It’s been at least 20 years since I’ve taken this drive. I waved to Lovett and then headed across the River noting the old single lane bridge that still exists as a foot bridge.

On the way back we turned on Nancy Creek and drove by Elizabeth Goldsmith Musser’s childhood home. I reminded my mom that she is a writer and has a new book coming out set in Asheville. She remembered Swan House. MS has been reading to mom, mostly cozy mysteries. Maybe I’ll pull out my copy of Swan House and read it to her.

Before posting, I found this on the old footbridge …

So in 1984, Fulton County passed a resolution officially naming the bridge for Hermi. There was a large dedication ceremony at what is now Canoe Restaurant. The bridge dedication was an especially fitting tribute to Hermi who, like her husband, was very active in the Civil Rights movement. She was also the first female jury commissioner in Fulton County history. In recognition of these accomplishments, Fulton County installed a plaque on the bridge which states “Hermione Weil Alexander. She built bridges across gulfs of prejudice and intolerance.”

With the help of the PATH Foundation, the city of Atlanta and Cobb County, Cecil headed up an effort to raise the necessary funds to restore the bridge to its former grandeur. Cecil printed up flyers outlining the history of the bridge, the details of his wife’s life and a tally of the associated costs of the restoration. He also prevailed upon his friends to contribute to the worthy cause. And within a relatively short period of time, Cecil had raised the almost $1million price tag for the restoration.

Now Hermi’s Bridge has a nice new coat of blue paint, which is especially fitting given its proximity to Lovett. The restoration has also given it new wood decking, which will permit it to be reopened to foot traffic.

So once again Cecil can sit back and take solace in the knowledge that Hermi’s Bridge is safe. But rest assured, Cecil will be watching closely. And even at 91 years of age, he will continue to make sure that Hermi’s legacy is not neglected or forgotten.

Source: Hermi’s Bridge: A love story – Reporter Newspapers,’s-bridge-a-love-story/

All good.



8.18.19 … Atlanta’s current population at the Darlington … 6,885,071

Driving Mama Lindsey …

So the brother is at the beach and I decided to take on Sunday with my mom. Nails, maybe? She vetoed that. But since I had already moved toward our favorite nail spot on Roswell near Mt. Paran, I drove across Mt. Paran to Northside, thinking and talking about families who have lived in that part of town. The Wayts lived there for a bit, and the Blacks forever, and the Everetts on Cave.

At Northside, I turned south and then decided to drive through Westminster. I went in the front gate and out the back. To be honest, the place has changed a great deal and is only barely recognizable as the place where I attended. I guess that’s what happens when you rarely visit.

Once on West Wesley we headed east and then at the last minute I drove down Bohler to Peachtree Battle. I don’t often drive along this stretch Peachtree Battle so I enjoyed this stretch along the creek and between Northside and Habersham. Once we crossed Northside, mom and I reminisced about my E. Rivers elementary friends who lived on PB or nearby … the Burdetts, the Smiths, the Sharps and family friends the Georges. And my favorite house, one I have never been in, which has lots of angles in the roof … it looks like a cottage. Then back by E. Rivers and south on Peachtree.

After crossing over the right, we swing into the shopping center that looks like Buckingham Palace where Aunt Jane’s shop was. So many memories.

Then to Brookwood Hills. Today we enter at Huntington and share stories about our friends on this street … the Wards, the Ingrams, the Fergusons… and the back by 139 …

On Peachtree we head north to Buckhead … checking out the current population … 6,885,071 …

My mom actually lived at the Darlington for a short period before she married. She roomed with a girl she had met at the boarding house behind First Presbyterian. Catherine Smith was her name, one of the few people mom lost track with fairly early in life.

And then back home … Andrews to W Paces to Valley to Habersham to Old Ivy to Wieuca to Peachtree …



8.14.19 … going to ride …

Driving Mama Lindsey –

Since I was in Atlanta, I joined mom for Wednesday night, something my sister does most weeks. I arrived in time for supper with her friends on the second floor. On Wednesday night, she usually plays bingo with her bingo crowd from her many years at Lenbrook. I, however, offered to take her on a car ride. I knew full well that that is one of her favorite things to do especially since it meant a couple of hours out of Lenbrook with me one on one.

So, we headed out about 6:15, and it was still quite hot and muggy. We turned south out of Lenbrook on Peachtree, something I repeatedly tell myself I will not do again, and so we spent a good deal of time in Lenox Square/Buckhead traffic … That always gives her a chance to comment on how much Atlanta has grown and all the tall buildings in the Lenox Square/Buckhead area.

When we finally got out of Buckhead traffic, which was south of Pharr Road, actually at the Cathedral, we began our usual banter about E. Rivers School, the Marsdens and their shop on Peachtree Street, and ultimately Piedmont Hospital and what in the world they are doing with that huge glass building…

At Piedmont Hospital, we turned onto Brighton Rd and immediately talked about the beautiful neighborhood, the many friends that we had had over 40 years as a family there, and, unfortunately, I had to remind her of several of our close friends and neighbors who had died in the last year, one being Betty Coley, who had lived there since the 70s and who with her husband Bob were some of my parents favorite people although significantly younger than they were, and PLiz Primm who died last month. We shared some great memories about these wonderful people who were also a lot of fun.

After passing by 139, we ventured around the bend where Brighton becomes Camden and then turned onto Wakefield and went by the Brookwood Hills Pool. When I was growing up in the 60s and 70s in the neighborhood, our house, as was true with many of the houses built in the 20s, did not have air conditioning. I reminded my mother how we would walk down to the pool after supper at 8 PM every night, swim for an hour, and then walk back home and go to bed. I laughed at the memory of dad walking up the Wakefield hill with me on his shoulders, never complaining.

We then headed north on Peachtree, wandering through Peachtree Hills, detouring on Sharondale by Judy and Joe Perry’s, back up E. Wesley with another detour by the Duck Pond, then by the Cathedral, wandering over to Habersham, and back to Lenbrook via the back route on Old Ivey.

… And after leaving mom, I ran into Mrs. Pentecost and her daughter Didi (Martha Jr.) who just recently returned from Chicago where they took train up (another type of ride). The Pentecosts were our Brighton Road neighbors for many years and definitely part of our story. Didi and her sister Claire just launched a book, “Spirit of the Water Bear,” a coming of age story in the very real and current context of climate change, I plan to order a copy!

I’ve never thought about whether I like to “go to ride.” It’s something I always did with my grandparents as a child in the country or at the beach or at Christmas to see the decorations and now with my mom to share time and space and stories. But I realize now it’s how I learn and retell and revise my story. And I don’t really like to ride in the car.

Another pleasant evening …



6.15.19 … ashes to ashes, dust to dust …

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Labyrinth Walks, Frederica Park – St. Simons Island GA:

I got up at the crack of dawn this morning and headed south to the Golden Isles of Georgia. I am here to attend a wedding, the wedding of the daughter of one of my PV clan, a third cousin‘s daughter.

Because it’s basically a one night trip, I decided to find a labyrinth. and there is one in a nice Glynn County park on the Island. So I headed straight there.

It is described as a “Contemporary Dual-path “reflection” labyrinth” on the Worldwide Labyrinth Locator. In reality it is a small single path maze (with one short distraction) that is raised and is essentially a climbing feature in the children’s playground, other climbing features include a fort and sailboats.

When I got out of my car, I quickly realized that I was at the Beach… The air smelled salty, and it felt humid and was definitely hot. And the birds were the birds of the beach. I was inundated with the sights, sounds, smells and textures of the Georgia Coast.

This labyrinth was a small labyrinth and only took about five minutes to walk, 5 minutes total to walk in and and to walk out. But it was worth the detour and the opportunity to get centered for my busy 24 hours on the island.

And my feet have now touched sand for the first time in quite a while. I am happy.

And then I take a little history tour … Driving Mama Lindsey … Mom’s actually not here, but she wishes she were. The Georgia coast is one of her favorite places in all the world. She spent every summer here as a child, and then as a parent, she brought us every year with our grandparents, her parents, to Jekyll Island. When we came to Jekyll, we always visited with our Brunswick GA cousins and traipsed up and down the Georgia coast visiting historical sites.

St. Simons Island was one of our favorite spots: Fort Frederica, Christ Church, the Lighthouse. And when we traveled with my mom and grandparents, we stopped and read every historical marker (and there were many in Glynn county, Historical Markers by County – GeorgiaInfo,, visited every historical site and ate all the local summer favorites … shrimp, straight off the shrimp boats, tomatoes, okra, corn and watermelon.

And both my my grandmama, Matibel, and my mom loved to read history and historical novels. I vividly remember wandering through Christ Church on St. Simons Island and it’s graveyard. I remember looking for the grave stones of characters in the Eugenia Price’s St. Simons Island Trilogy, the first entitled “Lighthouse.” (And of course we also visited the lighthouse.) I also remember from my early elementary years loving biographies. I think living history by walking through historical sites and learning the stories by reading history and historical novels gave me a lifelong love of history.

Back to Eugenia Price… I looked her up and found her story quite interesting. The storyweaver: Eugenia Price & her lasting legacy – Golden Isles Magazine: Features,

Eugenia Price is actually buried in the Christ Church graveyard on St. Simons Island. See … Ashes to ashes, dust to dust …

After visiting the church and it’s graveyard, I walked across the street and had a very pleasant saunter through the live oaks to the Celtic cross commemorating the Wesley Brothers. I experienced a sensory inundation with Georgia history and Anglican church history…



4.24.19 … “History Reimagined”

Driving Mama Lindsey

Wednesday, we had a mission: to get her new hearing aids checked. But of course we could get a ride in as we fulfilled our mission.

We headed south from Lenbrook and avoided Peachtree by going via Old Ivy and Habersham. We did a quick detour down Karland by the house where both my grandmother’s siblings lived at different points. I always thought that interesting.

Once at E. Rivers, we turned north and did a spin around the Duck Pond. We were both disappointed because we saw only one duck and he was swimming alone in the pond.

It only took a few minutes at the audiologist’s and once again. Mom “could hear me now!” Modern technology is amazing.

From near Piedmont, we continued south with a quick spin through Brookwood Hills, Brighton, Camden, Wakefield and Palisades today. There is a home tour this weekend, “History Reimagined”. If I am here, I would love to go. Hello to all!

And then we went down Collier … how big will Piedmont Hospital be when they finish? … to Northside (by Bitsy Grant and Bobby Jones), back up the hill to Peachtree Battle, then Habersham, Cherokee, Andrews, cutting over to Valley, and back to Habersham to retrace our steps home.

We talked about how beautiful Atlanta is. And I asked my mom what was her favorite city other than Atlanta. Her response… Macon. She’s definitely in a phase where she cherishes people and places from her childhood. I’ll let that one pass.

We talked mostly of my parents’ friends today … The Grants, the Duffys, the Marsdens, the Georges, the Inmans … wonderful memories of love and friendship.



3.23.19 … NEVER AGAIN …

“Solvitur Ambulando” – It is solved by walking, 2019 Lenten Labyrinth Walks (18/40), The Cathedral of St. Philip-Atlanta GA, Driving Mama Lindsey:

So I just did this adventure, but when my husband offered to make the trip, I could not turn him down. So here I was … Driving Mama Lindsey, again.

As on Thursday, mom wanted to drive down Peachtree after I said NEVER AGAIN just two days ago.

The three of us chatted merrily and not once did my mom tell me I mumbled. That alone is worth the time and money for the new hearing aids!

Our conversation as we drove south on Peachtree went something like this:

Not a cloud in the sky …

There is to be a new tower at Lenbrook. … service will be worse than ever …


Do you remember the little Christian Science Reading Room? …

What was that pizza joint in Buckhead? I don’t know but we went there in high school because they sold pitchers of beer without carding …


First Presbyterian Church is so pretty. Remember I went to Preschool 2 years there…


There’s the Fox. I just love the Fox.

And then to Varsity … here was what we ordered:

1. Hot dog, potato chips, Diet Coke

2. Double burger, onion rings, Diet Coke

3. Chili dog, onion rings, pc with ice

Only one native here … can you guess the native’s order?

We have quite a few British history fans in the family so I discussed my current reading, a biography of Queen Anne … another wonderful thing about my mom is that she might not remember yesterday but she remembers lots from the history she loved! We had a nice chat about Anne while we waited for our meal overlooking and listening to the noisy Connector. Doesn’t everyone discuss 18th Century British History while eating at the Varsity Drive In?

After lunch, we headed right … past GT stadium, saw Ferst Way on the map … my sister’s best friend from Northside HS was Mr. Ferst’s daughter.

Then down Northside Parkway and what is now termed the “Westside” and past the Atlanta Water Works … every food franchise is now located here. We laughed about our vet, Dr. Ambrose.

Then up Deering St, “Loring Heights,” and past Brookwood Station and the Masonic Temple.

We entered Brookwood Hills at Huntington, the pool, by 139 Brighton and back out.


And then I forced them to wait while I walked …

The labyrinth still needs some cleaning. And the sunny area around the labyrinth was being used to air dry some area rugs. Today I heard ducks quacking.

That’s it for this one …

Mom was pretty tired and John was tired of me back seat driving …


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July 2020