donforrester1947 posted: " We have been privileged to share time the past couple of days with Ralph and Terri Crow. Ralph and Ronnie were good friends in the Corps of Cadets at Texas A&M. It was well over twenty years ago that Ralph reached out to me. He said: "You may n" Carpe Diem
We have been privileged to share time the past couple of days with Ralph and Terri Crow. Ralph and Ronnie were good friends in the Corps of Cadets at Texas A&M. It was well over twenty years ago that Ralph reached out to me. He said: "You may not remember me, but I was at your brother's wedding."
I didn't remember Ralph, but I remembered Ronnie's wedding. There is nothing quite like an archway of swords for the bride and groom to walk through as they exited from the church to add an etched-in-stone memory associated with the wedding. It was impressive.
The tradition of the bride and groom walking through the arch of swords at a military wedding is meant to ensure the couple's safe passage into their new life together.
At any rate, our friendship with Ralph and Terri has enriched our lives in many ways. Yesterday after church, we made our way back to Blanco with the intent of having lunch at the Chess Club. As it turned out, half of the people who live in Blanco had the same idea. The parking lot was filled and people were parked along the side of the highway. There was no way that was going to work.
Plan "B" proved to be an acceptable alternative. I grilled burgers, and we added potato salad to go with them. During lunch, Terri remarked: "It is so quiet. If we were inside a restaurant, the noise level would make conversation difficult."
She was right. There is something about the sound of silence that adds a special dimension to sharing a meal together. Conversation comes easily and the lack of competing voices makes for a relaxed atmosphere. I had the thought, we need to mostly dine from home rather than go out for a meal. It was a very enjoyable experience.
Yesterday afternoon proved to be a great time for golf! If you know me, you have to find that surprising. Recently, a good friend gifted me with an antique (110 year old) putter. He had been awarded the putter at a golf tournament as the prize for winning. He knows that I don't play golf, but he thought everyone should have a putter. Knowing that I like antiques, he bequeathed his prize to me.
Yesterday afternoon, golf proved to be a spectator sport for us. We sat on the back porch and watched a perpetual number of people as they negotiated Hole #13. I can't say the breeze was cool, but it made being outside manageable. The sound of the wind chimes added to the ambience of being outdoors.
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