garden and things.,..

Spring has kept us busy here at the ole estate. Now that it is in full swing everything is coming to life around here.

 

Garden is plowed and planted and seeds are starting to sprout. We have a pretty large deer population, so my Uncle told me to put soap on a rope around the garden perimeter, deer will catch the scent and think a human is nearby and stay out.....

 

I was a tad skeptical at first, but so far, the little soap on a rope trick seems to be working..This is a sunflower and corn popping up.



 

 My fellow Angel SANDY sent some heirloom cucumber seeds, boys planted them and now they have sprouted nicely. I also picked up some heirloom tomato seeds and got them started, few more days I will get them into the garden.

We went through a lengthy dry spell, but this past week Mother Nature as turned on her faucet, and everything is wet again..with more rain tonight and Sunday is supposed to be a complete wash out..then it looks like another stretch of nice weather for us.

back to getting prepared

Recent world events, including twelve missing Libya jetliners has given Senior and I a much needed kick in the butt to resume our prepping operations. I admit with the move we have grown a bit lax.

I have begun saving two-liter drink bottles, adding a few drops of bleach and using them for water storage. I  guess the chicken project and adding a winter garden could also be included in our return to prepping. As we have completed both. Now it is a matter of watching the veggies and chickens grow.

Like I said ; 12 stolen planes, Americans joining terror groups, the 9/11 anniversary, and a President who honestly does not give a S--- from one week to the next.  If those things do not scare a person in to being prepared, then  I don't know what will.

- JUGM

Remember the 343

 

Of all the stories that came out of September 11, 2001. The stories of heroism from the 343 Firefighters that gave their lives trying to rescue others is the most poignant. .

 

It always hits home with me on this anniversary, because my father was a Firefighter for almost 40 years. . It is a family, and when one or more of your family perishes, we all feel it.

 

That day, mothers lost their sons, children lost their dads, and wives lost husbands.However there were those that  lost both husbands and sons. But all of us in the family of firefighters lost our brothers.

 

Some had actually just got off duty and headed home, but when they heard on the news a plane had flown into one of the towers they turned around because they knew this was something big and every man would be needed. What an unselfish act

 

They all answered the call, When every one else was running out, they were running in.

 

Thank You and RIP.

 

 

The 343

 When everyone was rushing out, they were the ones rushing in. After the collapse, and well in to the next day, rescue workers at the sight heard noises that sounded like a chorus of crickets.
They came from the VIPER, a locating beacon worn by emergency workers. When the worker does not move for several seconds, the beacon goes off. The longer the person does not move the louder the chirpping.
On 9/11 the vipers were chirrping underneath the massive pile of rubble. The noise was extremely loud, because 343 beacons were all going off at the same time.. A haunting reminder to all those there of the sacrifice and lives lost.....

Remembering the WTC..a Repost

This is a repost from the 10th anniversary of 9/11. I did a little editing to it. Most of you were not my followers last year, so I wanted to share this memory with you.


When I was 18, I visited New York City with my Mother and older sister. We landed at Laguardia and crossed the bridge in to Manhattan. We did many things on that visit, ate at the Russian Tea Room, took in a Broadway Show and had dinner at the famous Sardis restaurant. I was a kid away from home, and in awe at the vastness of NYC. We shopped and went on tours and took in all the city had to offer.
 However all those things failed in comparison to our World Trade Center visit. As remarkable as that trip was for me, over time I had forgotten about it. Then I  got a call from Senior one Tuesday morning. He told me to turn on the radio at work, while we spoke is when the second plane hit.
Not long after that, my mother gave me a bag with old photos in it, as I flipped through them, I found our old pictures from that Trip, I closed my eyes, and the memory of it flooded me......
 

Upon entering the South Tower, it was a hustle and bustle of people; there were escalators and rows of elevators. Retail stores, eateries and a subway station.

The observation deck was on the 107^th floor above it on the 110^th was an outdoor deck. I was afraid being up there, but our host told me to stand up on the railing and lean forward, to take a breath and look down- I was terrified. But glad that I did it, the day was perfect, and the view was spectacular. Everything was so little. People looked like ants, and cars looked like little Hot wheels.

In no way could I have ever imagined that 14 years after that visit, terrorist would use planes as a weapon and bring those mighty buildings down. Seeing it all unfold that fateful day on TV was simply unimaginable. The media had to be making this all up I thougt. I had been in those buildings, and I knew what it was like inside them, it was all just so high up, that I could not imagine what kind of living hell those doomed people were going through, and how bad must it have all been if the only alternative some of them had was to jump.

I don't like to always remember them that way, I rather remember The buildings that seemed invincible to an 18 year old Florida girl and that stood for Americas Prosperity. They were a symbol of the American dream.

Below are some of the pictures I found from that trip. I apologize for the poor quality, they were with my mothers old Kodak flash bulb camera. 


THIS IS MY SISTER TAKEN INSIDE OBSERVATION DECK



LOOKING UP AT THE MASSIVE SOUTH TOWER

VIEW FROM THE TOP

 

HUDSON RIVER AND BRIDGE