What is it about a boy and his truck?

This past Friday after our return from Washington D.C. (which was AWESOME!!!!) we decided to take the day easy and enjoy a little picnic on the farm. The water was packed, the sanwiches were packed, the books packed and the blankets were packed. Our cousin Stacey came along with us. Now the farm we were going to belonged to one of our old sweet deacons of our church who was thrilled to hear we were coming. We got there slightly hungry but just couldn't resist a good ole' conversation with him and his wife before we headed out to the top of sunset hill. Sitting in their air conditioned living room, talking about his adventures in WWII and how he saved a man's life, got a silver star, a purple heart, and fought the Japanese, all in Australia was just what we needed to get over our hunger. After the World War II stories had ended (which I could have gladly listened to all day) we started our adventure in the back of the truck, through the briarpatch, to the top of Sun set hill. Half way there his truck stopped; so he got out and opened the hood and sat there for a few minutes rubbing his chin contemplating what to do. Finally Morgan called Sister Hazel back at the house and told her of our misfortune. It wasn't long before the jumper cabels were attached to the battery of her impala jumping off the old worn-out truck. mean while, sitting in the back of the truck, we girls , deciding we had been famished long enough broke out the sanwiches and lemonade. Who cares if our picnic wasn't on a shady hill with blankets and books we were satisfied with a rusty bed of a truck. (As long as we got to eat.) :-) After he had had his fill of lemonade, he started the truck back up and we were off! ah finally to the top! The view was beautiful! The hay had not yet been cut so with hay and briars ten inches ablove our ankles, the beauty of the scenery was taken away by ooh,,ahh oww ick! ouch! YOWY!!!! ih, ooh ow, man! it was nice though because after tromping through briars and dead grass, to lay down on a blanket with soft hay underneath was delightful. we had just all settled into our books...(oh and I must mention, Momma and brother Charles had just left down the hill to go back to the house for water)...

Update

Dear Reader,

Here is your update. Last week we went to Washington D.C.. We went to the holocaust Museum, which was exhausting. The World War 2 Memorial and the Washington Monument. We went all the way up in it and surprisingly I did not get sick. Even though I was stupid enough to look down the crack of the elevator. We went to the Art Museum, that was really cool. We also spent a day at Mount Vernon, which is really Beautiful! (by the way, by "we" I mean Daddy, Momma, Me, and MJ. Morgan had school, much to her disappointment.) We got home Thursday evening and Friday we went to the farm but ended up spending most of the day in the back of a truck because it kept breaking down but it was still great just to be out of the house. Saturday I was mildly sick, Momma and Daddy went to Aunt Rachel's birthday party, and the Pritchett children came over to watch a movie. (A Series of Unfortunate Events)
Sunday I had a head ache and was still a little sick so I didn't go to church and church that night was canceled because of the weather. Yesterday we did school and today I am work. So that is what we have been up to.
-Peachy-Keen-

Arlington House

Our Trip To Arlington

Arlington is a lovely antebellum house.
Lounging in the grass (pic1) We had already had a tour of the house so we waited on the steps as every one else toured the downstairs.

(pic2) "No! It's my turn to wear the hoop skirt!!!"

MJ (aka Marjonicua) looking lovely as always


(1) Claire waiting longingly at the gate (waiting beatifully, if I might say so)

(2) Only Whitney can make a lamp post look so good!