Friends and Family


The next stop on our 2012 vacation was Critter Farm. We were so excited to see Danni, and to meet her husband Jim and all of their critters.

Their beautiful little Roxy stole our hearts with her big personality and long black eyelashes:

Danni’s gardens are stunning:

Don and I were so excited to meet Beau and Chester:

And to get our donkey fix:

No matter where you are, some things never change:

Even though she’s shy, Kai llama is a gorgeous girl who loves her goats:

Honey the chicken loves to help Danni with the chores:

All of the critters love Danni and Jim:

And they love their critters:

At Critter Farm, everyone gets along:

♥ ♥ ♥

Danni and Jim, thank you.

NEXT:

  • Cannon Beach

While we wish it had been under different circumstances, Don and I had a rare day together in Maryland last Friday. After lunch, Don had a surprise for me; he wanted to show me a place near to where he grew up and where his mom still lives. (Which, by the way, is less than ten miles from where I grew up. For those of you who don’t know, Don and I graduated from high school together and reunited at our 20-year high school reunion.)

It ended up being a Stand by Me afternoon. You remember the movie based on Stephen King’s novella The Body, don’t you?

It was a damp day and the skies were grey. The weather fit; we had just been to Don’s dad’s memorial service that morning.

Don’s mom dropped us off just a ways up the road. Here’s where we started:

As we walked, Don explained that in his youth, he never dared coming here without his dad because it was off-limits. About a mile into our walk through the woods, we came upon this:

The old Dickerson Quarry with its beautiful blue-green waters:

Off-limits to us as children, because it wasn’t a safe place. From the 1950s through the 1980s, the quarry was an attractive nuisance as a popular swimming hole for young adults. Unfortunately, quite a few people have drowned in the quarry’s 90 feet of cold water.

Apparently, the quarry is still today an attractive nuisance for some young adults:

Here’s a bit of history about the quarry, excerpted from The History of Dickerson, Mouth of Monocacy, Oakland Mills, and Sugarloaf Mountain [MD], authored by Dona L. Cuttler:

The D.C. Quarry opened in 1898 on part of “Beall’s Good Will.” The smaller of the two quarries at 17 acres was owned by the D.C. government, and it supplied bluestone for curbs in Georgetown, and crushed stone for the water filtration plant.

The smaller quarry closed in 1905. The larger quarry was originally part of the 20 acre tract “Doe Neck” granted to Daniel Veatch in 1764. It was purchased by William H. Dickerson and sold to Standard Lime and Stone and later the Bakers sold it to Otto Anderson when he came to Montgomery County in the 1930s. Later owned by Mary P. Anderson, the 451 acre quarry opened in 1900 with seven workers and closed in the 1930s. This quarry shipped crushed rock for railroad beds. The rock was locally referred to as “trap rock” which was dark-colored, fine-grained igneous rock. 

The quarry employed 30 workers at its zenith, six days a week from 7:30 AM until 4:30 PM. Men received from $2.00 – $2.50 per day. There were houses down near the stream where Italian workers lived and tended the mules at night.

These houses, which included foreman Silvro Albensen’s house, were taken down after the quarry closed.

Each worker had a tract or section to which they were assigned. Stones were loaded in the carts, pulled by mules to the incline. Here the cart was attached to a cable, and when the boss signaled, the cart was pulled up the incline by a boiler. There were seven 100 horse power boilers supplying steam power to operate the crushers, hoists and incline. At the top of the quarry, the stones were crushed, sorted and dumped into railroad cars. When 10 – 20 cars were full, the Brunswick station would be called for a locomotive to pick up the cars. Some stones had to be dynamited, at which point the men would wait in the dynamite shack for protection from the blast. 

Two pumps ran continuously to keep spring water out of the quarry. Occasionally windows of nearby residences would crack during charges, or from debris, and repairs were paid for by the company. One holiday weekend the pump attendant got intoxicated and fell asleep, and water came in too fast to save any of the equipment. The gas motor which ran the pump ran out of fuel too long to rebuild the pressure. Carts, incline sections, and steam shovels are immersed in 90 feet of water. Other out buildings include a blacksmith’s shop, a boiler room, crushing building, pump house, and stable.

Oops. That’ll teach ya to fall asleep at the pump.

We headed back in a different direction from which we came, walking through Maryland corn fields:

And then finally on the railroad tracks:

It was one forbidden, rebellious act after another and we loved every minute of it!

Our walk ended at the old Dickerson Railroad Station:

Dickerson’s station house was constructed in 1891, sporting a trackside central bay with a unique and practical V-shaped projection, allowing the station master to see in both directions on what was then a single line track.

The original building still stands and is one of several designated Historic Sites in Dickerson, Maryland:

Remember what I said at the beginning of this post about Don never daring to go to the quarry without his dad because it was off-limits? What I think we failed to realize at the time was that even on Friday, we weren’t there without him.  Because of Don’s memories, his dad will always be there.  ♥

While Don’s sister Debbie was here for a visit last weekend, we decided to take a walk around the neighborhood. We saw llamas:

And sheep:

And cows:

And horses, and goats, and chickens…

We were footloose and fancy-free until we showed up at our second herd of llamas. This llama was very unhappy with our arrival and made sure to tell us by growling and showing us his teeth. I had never seen this behavior before:
 

I’m sure it had everything to do with this:

We got really worried when we saw this though:

Our friend Danni at Critter Farm once warned us what happens when a llama pins its ears back. It’s not meant to be pretty.

Since we weren’t sure after the fact that we interpreted the llama drama correctly, I consulted with Danni. Here’s what she wrote back:

Ok, here’s what I can tell you about this photo.  One llama has ears upright and forward facing…a sign of being interested, curious, and not at all on the defensive.  The second llama with the ears flat is concerned about something, but isn’t yet ready to spit.  Generally, there are two phases to spitting and there are definite warning signs:  1) the ears go back and 2) the head goes up.  Most llamas really do try to threaten or warn their adversaries that they are about to make a serious move prior to spitting.  I don’t think this guy was quite yet ready to spew.  For one thing, it’s quite a commitment. It is smelly, nasty stuff that comes out of their mouths.  Once they spit, they generally have to stand around for a while, jaws hanging open, trying to air their mouths out.  🙂

Daddy llama was simply doing a very good job of protecting his baby:

While at the same time being very courteous by withholding his spit:

Thanks for keeping your head down, Baby Daddy. 

And thanks for educating us, Danni. ♥

“Death ends a life, not a relationship.” 
~ Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie

It is because of my father that I have a tremendous love for plants and flowers. It’s his fault I have more “favorite” plants and flowers than I can count.

And because of both of my parents I love animals the way I do.

My dad sent me these photos yesterday. I love that he loves to send me pictures of his flowers.

I love my dad. ♥ ♥ ♥

p.s. And I love my mom. ♥ ♥ ♥

On Sunday morning we backed the trailer into the corral and said, “All aboard to anyone who wants to go to a party!” I’m sure no one will be surprised to hear that Bernard was the first to climb aboard, completely unaided.

Bernard was followed by Patrick, then Ellsworth.

We did our best to convince Buck of the great time that was in store for him, but in the end he decided to stay with Nigel and Gracie at Morning Bray Farm. Maybe next time.

It was a beautiful day and our drive was uneventful:

The 7MSN herd was waiting to greet us when we arrived:

Bernard, Ellsworth and Patrick were so happy to be back, they didn’t waste any time getting the party started:

Patrick got us into a festive mood by modeling the latest in Cinco de Mayo fashion, along with George, Hank, Lucy and Don:

When Carson brought out the first round of her Thirsty Rancher-Woman Margaritas, we were all excited – people and equines alike. Carson makes a really good margarita:

We went out and did some game donkey driving in the Ranger, with the hope of spotting the rare and elusive feral donkeys of Morning Bray Farm. (The last couple of times we’ve visited 7MSN, the Boyz turn into the Wild Boyz and want nothing to do with us while they’re exploring.)

Alan came over to see if he could talk Danni into giving him a taste of her margarita:

Ah, yet another perfect donkey (and people) play date day with our truly awesome friends.

Loved it. ♥

The state of Virginia was named for the “virgin queen” of England, Queen Elizabeth I. 

Virginia’s nickname, The Old Dominion, originated in Colonial days. (Dominion refers to complete ownership of a particular piece of land or territory.) Because he considered the Virginians “the best of his distant children,” sometime around 1663, King Charles II of England elevated Virginia to the position of dominion along with England, Scotland, Ireland, and France. The citizens of Virginia were pleased with this elevated status because they considered themselves the most faithful of the King’s settlements in America. Since their settlement was the oldest of King Charles’ settlements in America, they adopted the name “The Old Dominion.”

I visited my dad in the Old Dominion last weekend. It’s a beautiful state with abundant history.

In Lexington, Virginia, the echoes of the past still ring loud and clear. We visited the Stonewall Jackson House, the only house that Thomas J. “Stonewall” Jackson ever owned. He and his wife lived in the house while he taught at the Virginia Military Institute prior to the American Civil War.

It was then on to Stonewall Jackson Memorial Cemetery, where Stonewall Jackson, 144 Confederate veterans, two Virginia Governors and Margaret Junkin Preston are buried.

I still have a fascination with historic cemeteries.

We did a fair amount of hiking while I was there too. Here we are at Abbott Lake on the Blue Ridge Parkway:

We ventured into West Virginia for a spell, where we stopped to see the Locust Creek Covered Bridge near Hillsboro. The bridge was originally built in 1888 for US$1,250 and is now for pedestrian traffic only.

Back in Virginia, we visited the historic Homestead Resort. While we sat and enjoyed a drink on the front porch, we imagined back to the days when Thomas Jefferson, the author of our Declaration of Independence, and James Madison, the father of the Constitution visited The Homestead.

More hiking. Here at Sherando Lake:

And here at Humpback Rocks in George Washington National Forest:

The mile up to the Rocks was tough, gaining about 800′. The views from the Rocks are great looking west onto the Shenandoah Valley and north to Shenandoah National Park.

From netstate.com:

Virginia is a state steeped in history. Before the arrival of the Europeans, Chief Powhatan ruled over the untamed land. Chief Powhatan fathered one of Virginia’s more famous historical figures, Pocahontas. The first permanent English settlement in America, at Jamestown in 1607, set the stage for the taming of the wilderness.

Virginia played a central role during the American Revolution, from Patrick Henry’s fiery oration “Give me liberty or give me death”, to the eventual surrender of Lord Cornwallis to Washington at Yorktown. And during the Civil War, Virginia saw more battles fought on her soil than any other state. Many of these battlegrounds are now national historic sites, and are visited by thousands of tourists annually.

Virginia also holds the distinction of being the birthplace of eight U.S. presidents. No wonder they say that Virginia’s history is America’s history!

It was a grey and cold day when our good friends Cindy and Stanley visited us a couple of weekends ago.  Cindy’s parents were in town for a visit and came along (there were two new donkey converts in the world before they left). As always, Bernard and Ellsworth were excellent donkey ambassadors:

Cindy and Stanley were eager to meet Patrick, Gracie and Buck for the first time:

And Don and I were eager to meet Cindy and Stanley’s new baby, Tristan:

Good friends are such a blessing, aren’t they? As always, they left us with beautiful images of the critters that we love:

Thank you, Cindy and Stanley. ♥ ♥ ♥

Our beautiful donkey boy had a busy day yesterday. He played chess with his rocks:

Had a deep conversation with his good friend, GK:

Was a trusty steed for the first time in his life. Oh goodness, Bernard was so proud:

Ry thanked Bernard with a hug afterwards. I heard Ry say to Bernard, “I love you.”  Melt my heart.

If you know Bernard, you know he always wants needs something to do.  After such a busy morning, Bernard still insisted on helping his dad carry a big, heavy bucket.

I will never be able to express how much I love this beautiful boy. ♥

Last week, Don and I received an incredible gift from our dear friend Oma Linda. Two beautifully, from-the-heart-made pillows:   

Linda titled the first pillow “The Fab Four”:

With a picture of Fergus, Bernard, Nigel and Ellsworth:

Intricate lace:

Whimsical buttons:

And a special tribute to Fergus:

The second pillow is equally breathtaking:

Linda titled this pillow “Hugs”:

With a picture of the three newest members of the Morning Bray Farm Herd; Gracie Belle, Buck and Patrick:

A lovely heart and butterfly:

Fabric roses:

Buttons and lace:

Very cool leather fringe, metal buttons and “heart wire”:

Because they took my breath away, I just had to share them with you. I’ve already ordered another pillow from Linda and can’t wait to see how it turns out.

If you’re interested in talking with Linda about pillows of your own, you can contact her on lindaomasoldebaggsnstuftshirts@blogger.com or turtle8603@comcast.net.

Thank you, Oma Linda. ♥ ♥ ♥

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