These are off the top of my head. I only listed family names; not all members of a family were necessarily present. Of course I'm forgetting some families, but this'll give you some idea of who was in Jamaica. I think we had a high of 224 people, with about 50-60 being local brethren.
Missouri - Cristal, Beyersdorfer, Millich, Burson, Jersett, Damon, White, West,
SC - Palmer
NC - Winnail
NY - Cartwright
TX - Mason, Marley, Riggs, Arnold, Hubbell, Myers
NB - Bashus, Pomicter, Karper, Tieken
OH - Bibb, Rawlings
KY - Rogers, Bunch, Woodward, Shirley something and her husband ...
GA - Grimes, Nicholson, Thrasher
Canada - Molnar, Remple, Wittingham, Trineri, von Hollen
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Finally Home
Just got in about an hour ago. Jamaica was great. Getting there was not - we didn't get there until the afternoon service of the 1st day. Leaving was not - our Wednesday flight was cancelled due to Wilma and we didn't leave MoBay until this morning. Then we have to deal with U.S. Customs in Miami. Then we get to Atlanta, and the battery in our truck was dead. The Feast itself was totally terrific - more to come on that front later. I should probably go to bed now. Ciao.
PS: I gained 10+ pounds.
PS: I gained 10+ pounds.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Home Internet Access is the Worst Thing...
... that could have happened to me.
Atonement is now over, and so it's back to the FOT countdown. I finally got to see Mr. Rod McNair, as he delivered our sermon via video. It approached Atonement from a completely different perspective; he discussed different aspects of the spirit of self-indulgence, and ended up contrasting that spirit with the self-denial inherent in observing Atonement, and in a Christian's overall life. Along the way he touched on the symbolism of the OT ritual. He sounded quite a bit like his late father. Quite a bit. His hairstyle reminded me of his uncle Raymond. Today was a good day - and Ryan's has never tasted better.
I took a few pictures of my hometown while I was there (I guess it would be harder to take said pictures when I wasn't there). I took a few representative pics of the type of homes that line Clio's Main Street.
I've never asked, but I assume these homes were all built around the turn of the 20th century. Perhaps an architect out there can venture a guess. I especially love the large porches. I'd hate to have to heat one of those jokers though. Most of these homes are owned by members of the older families. Of course, we have our brick homes and trailer parks and dirt roads too, but these homes give Clio its character, I think.
To give you an idea of just how booming a metropolis it is, I took a pic looking east and looking west at the major intersection in town. Okay, so it's the ONLY intersection.
Please pay no attention to the dearth of businesses and the lack of pedestrian traffic. It was a dreary Monday, after all. Funny - I never thought I'd feel like a tourist in a place in which I'd spent 18 full years + summers.
In case you haven't yet realized how rural my hometown is, here's the view from my paternal grandmother's front door:
Yep, that's right. White Gold.
Here's the view from my maternal grandmother's front door:
That's a ginning facility for the aforementioned White Gold. I guess I was destined to end up working in cotton.
All of a sudden, an important question comes to mind: Why am I still up at 5 AM? I don't have a midterm today, like some. Why am I not sleepy? I should go to bed anyway, seeing as how I have a million and one errands to run tomorrow before sundown, not to mention staying awake in my 3:30 Genetics/Biochemistry seminar. *Yawn* I think I'll do just that. Ciao!
Atonement is now over, and so it's back to the FOT countdown. I finally got to see Mr. Rod McNair, as he delivered our sermon via video. It approached Atonement from a completely different perspective; he discussed different aspects of the spirit of self-indulgence, and ended up contrasting that spirit with the self-denial inherent in observing Atonement, and in a Christian's overall life. Along the way he touched on the symbolism of the OT ritual. He sounded quite a bit like his late father. Quite a bit. His hairstyle reminded me of his uncle Raymond. Today was a good day - and Ryan's has never tasted better.
I took a few pictures of my hometown while I was there (I guess it would be harder to take said pictures when I wasn't there). I took a few representative pics of the type of homes that line Clio's Main Street.
I've never asked, but I assume these homes were all built around the turn of the 20th century. Perhaps an architect out there can venture a guess. I especially love the large porches. I'd hate to have to heat one of those jokers though. Most of these homes are owned by members of the older families. Of course, we have our brick homes and trailer parks and dirt roads too, but these homes give Clio its character, I think.
To give you an idea of just how booming a metropolis it is, I took a pic looking east and looking west at the major intersection in town. Okay, so it's the ONLY intersection.
Please pay no attention to the dearth of businesses and the lack of pedestrian traffic. It was a dreary Monday, after all. Funny - I never thought I'd feel like a tourist in a place in which I'd spent 18 full years + summers.
In case you haven't yet realized how rural my hometown is, here's the view from my paternal grandmother's front door:
Yep, that's right. White Gold.
Here's the view from my maternal grandmother's front door:
That's a ginning facility for the aforementioned White Gold. I guess I was destined to end up working in cotton.
All of a sudden, an important question comes to mind: Why am I still up at 5 AM? I don't have a midterm today, like some. Why am I not sleepy? I should go to bed anyway, seeing as how I have a million and one errands to run tomorrow before sundown, not to mention staying awake in my 3:30 Genetics/Biochemistry seminar. *Yawn* I think I'll do just that. Ciao!
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Look Homeward Angel
I hated that book.
While we were gone,the Internet fairy decided to drop off a cable modem at our apartment. I was forced to finally upgrade the computer from Windows 98 to Windows 2000. I was gonna go the XP route, but I didn't think I had enough RAM for that. So I'm sitting at the crib now, on a big Tuesday night, posting from Nick's room. Life is good.
The M.R.S. is on the phone with one of our friends from Cincy. I hear excitement, so they must be talking about Jamaica. We'll be seeing them and their boys Monday. Only six more days... six more days. Whoa. Where has the time gone? Not that I'm complaining...
Anyway, the trip to Clio was wonderful. We didn't do much but sit around and let everyone love on the boys. I took my dad's bicycle out Sunday and rode through my old stomping grounds. It was good to ride and see people without them recognizing who I was. It was bittersweet too - I realize more each time I go home that you can't go home again. I miss the innocence of my childhood. It's also sad to see how some people have turned out since high school. Drugs, poverty, having too many children at a young age, etc., have taken their toll on more than a few of the people I grew up with. One of my childhood playmates died the night I came home. He was 3 years older than me, but he lived right in front of my closest male cousin; we spent many an afternoon playing backyard basketball, three-man baseball, and just listening to music. His mom was my 3rd-grade teacher. I visited his family yesterday before I left and they all seemed to be doing about as well as could be expected. His older siblings moved away when I was a child, so I don't think they were expecting to see that "Little Mike" was 6'2", 217 lbs, with three kids of his own. My old teacher was really pleased to see me, and I her. I just wish it was under different circumstances. She pulled out an old high-school football team photo, and as I rattled off the names she began picking out pallbearers. So far I've been lucky with regards to losing close family members. My father's father died when I was too young to remember him, and my maternal grandfather died in '96. His was really the only family death that was of someone close to me.
Anyway, I guess it's approaching bedtime. To end on a positive note, I leave you with this:
HOW 'BOUT THEM COWBOYS????
While we were gone,the Internet fairy decided to drop off a cable modem at our apartment. I was forced to finally upgrade the computer from Windows 98 to Windows 2000. I was gonna go the XP route, but I didn't think I had enough RAM for that. So I'm sitting at the crib now, on a big Tuesday night, posting from Nick's room. Life is good.
The M.R.S. is on the phone with one of our friends from Cincy. I hear excitement, so they must be talking about Jamaica. We'll be seeing them and their boys Monday. Only six more days... six more days. Whoa. Where has the time gone? Not that I'm complaining...
Anyway, the trip to Clio was wonderful. We didn't do much but sit around and let everyone love on the boys. I took my dad's bicycle out Sunday and rode through my old stomping grounds. It was good to ride and see people without them recognizing who I was. It was bittersweet too - I realize more each time I go home that you can't go home again. I miss the innocence of my childhood. It's also sad to see how some people have turned out since high school. Drugs, poverty, having too many children at a young age, etc., have taken their toll on more than a few of the people I grew up with. One of my childhood playmates died the night I came home. He was 3 years older than me, but he lived right in front of my closest male cousin; we spent many an afternoon playing backyard basketball, three-man baseball, and just listening to music. His mom was my 3rd-grade teacher. I visited his family yesterday before I left and they all seemed to be doing about as well as could be expected. His older siblings moved away when I was a child, so I don't think they were expecting to see that "Little Mike" was 6'2", 217 lbs, with three kids of his own. My old teacher was really pleased to see me, and I her. I just wish it was under different circumstances. She pulled out an old high-school football team photo, and as I rattled off the names she began picking out pallbearers. So far I've been lucky with regards to losing close family members. My father's father died when I was too young to remember him, and my maternal grandfather died in '96. His was really the only family death that was of someone close to me.
Anyway, I guess it's approaching bedtime. To end on a positive note, I leave you with this:
HOW 'BOUT THEM COWBOYS????
Friday, October 07, 2005
There's no place like...
I’m going home tomorrow night! I haven’t seen the folks since the beginning of June. Noah’s changed so much since then. This’ll be their first time seeing him crawl, pull himself up, eat real food, etc. They’ll really get a kick out of seeing him. Perhaps Jalen will get to go; I’ll talk with his mom tonight. Right now I need to go gas up and get the oil changed before sundown. I need to pick up something for dinner too. Do I have time to squeeze in a game or two of hoops as well? Perhaps so, if I get off the computer.
I wish I were starting school over. I’d major in something like English, or History, or Computer Science. I’d love to design websites, and maintain something like LCGchat or Blogger.com. Another area that interests me is forensics. Why did my alma mater wait until this year to start its Forensic Science program? I don’t want to be out at crime scenes or anything like that – I’d be content doing the lab workups. That’s an avenue that’s still open to me, but I feel somewhat obligated to continue working in cotton, as that’s what’s paying the bills and putting me through school. We’ll see.
I’m looking forward to services tomorrow. The Winnails (Scott & fam) are coming down again. Nick and their son hit it off pretty well, so he’s excited too. We were double excited to find out they’re gonna be in Jamaica too. Dr. Winnail always delivers heartfelt sermons, and it’s sorta cool seeing someone under the age of 75 at the podium. (Just kidding old timers!!!) I remember when Mike Elertson visited us before moving to Canada – I thought he and his wife were a just a visiting couple; I had no idea there were ministers in my age group! That’s not completely true; I did know about Rod McNair, but I’d forgotten about him.
Shonta’s making a low-carb cheesecake for the pot-“success” (thanks, Mr. Bardo) tomorrow. We’ll head out for the old homestead that evening and stay until Monday. That way there’s no fussing from my mom about us spending all day Saturday in Charlotte or Walterboro.
SNAP!!! I was just informed that the abstract for the Plant & Animal Genomes Conference is due today. I guess I need to come up with one ASAP if I want to go to San Diego in January. See yall!
I wish I were starting school over. I’d major in something like English, or History, or Computer Science. I’d love to design websites, and maintain something like LCGchat or Blogger.com. Another area that interests me is forensics. Why did my alma mater wait until this year to start its Forensic Science program? I don’t want to be out at crime scenes or anything like that – I’d be content doing the lab workups. That’s an avenue that’s still open to me, but I feel somewhat obligated to continue working in cotton, as that’s what’s paying the bills and putting me through school. We’ll see.
I’m looking forward to services tomorrow. The Winnails (Scott & fam) are coming down again. Nick and their son hit it off pretty well, so he’s excited too. We were double excited to find out they’re gonna be in Jamaica too. Dr. Winnail always delivers heartfelt sermons, and it’s sorta cool seeing someone under the age of 75 at the podium. (Just kidding old timers!!!) I remember when Mike Elertson visited us before moving to Canada – I thought he and his wife were a just a visiting couple; I had no idea there were ministers in my age group! That’s not completely true; I did know about Rod McNair, but I’d forgotten about him.
Shonta’s making a low-carb cheesecake for the pot-“success” (thanks, Mr. Bardo) tomorrow. We’ll head out for the old homestead that evening and stay until Monday. That way there’s no fussing from my mom about us spending all day Saturday in Charlotte or Walterboro.
SNAP!!! I was just informed that the abstract for the Plant & Animal Genomes Conference is due today. I guess I need to come up with one ASAP if I want to go to San Diego in January. See yall!
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