4th of July Sidewalk Chalk

Well, now that it’s the end of the month, there’s nothing to do but backtrack and write about the beginning of the month.

IMG_5051Happy Be-lated 4th of July to all! I decided that the 4th would be a prefect time to complete list item: Sidewalk chalk project. I found a Crayola sand pail full of chalk at Ollie’s. Thank goodness for good stuff cheap.

But then I hesitated because I wasn’t sure what I wanted to draw or where I wanted to draw it. Did I want to draw around my apartment or in my hometown? Something cute or something Banksy-esque (in my dreams).

There are several reasons I wanted to do a sidewalk chalk project before 30. One reason is simply immature, I never used chalk much. I grew up in the country, with no sidewalks. My street wasn’t even paved. I could have decorated the carport, but sidewalk chalk wasn’t something I was given as a kid. I can remember drawing a hopscotch pad in middle school, but that’s about it.

IMG_4872Secondly, I was inspired by some awesome art on Pinterest, ranging from beautiful, to funny, to strange. It made me think, I wanna do that, too! Thirdly, drawing something on the ground for someone to find and scratch their head is just my brand of goofy, obtuse humor. I get so tickled thinking of the look on someone’s face when they think I’m crazy. Finally, as a writer, I try to stay in touch with my inner child for the sake of my characters. There’s method acting, sometimes you have to do some method writing. Yes, I’m a hipster in that way.

Anyhow, I finally decided it would be nicer to draw around my hometown. I have been really frustrated about problems in my apartment community, so the temptation to write something honest about the place, is just too much. For the sake of all, the chalk is better left miles away in my hometown. Because today, I would probably write something really honest about finding a razor blade near my flat tire. Or snakes. Or dog poop under my windows. Or dogs that bark for 7+ hours.

IMG_4866Instead, I thought it would be fun to create something on the sidewalk near by uncle’s home downtown and enjoy the thought of parade goers taking in my art. A good plan in theory. However, it rained out the town’s parade and fireworks. So, only a few people saw my art. It was mostly noisy people in pick-up trucks with nothing better to do than ride in circles. But maybe this crazy 29 year old on the sidewalk with chalk blew their mind for a moment.

Having tried my hand at this, I really appreciate people who are good at sidewalk art. It breaks easily, the dust gets everywhere, and there’s not much room for mistakes until it rains. You probably have to be a city person, someone who is very comfortable being watched.

When I have time, I hope to create more whimsical images around town.

In Memory

I’m writing today with a broken heart. My dear Grandmother passed away suddenly last week. She was 83. I’m very blessed that I was able to know her for 29 and a half years. I learned so much from her and I am the person I am today because of her.

IMG_5399I take comfort in the fact that I was able to see her the day before she passed. With residency, there are times we’re not able to visit family for weeks on end. Last year, after my Grandfather’s funeral, my Grandmother told me she was prepared and ready to go wherever God called her. I also take comfort in that, although I still miss her greatly.

In her memory, it’s past time that I write about list item: Secret Family Recipe. This one I stumbled upon. My grandmother was a great Southern farm cook. She taught me to bake. So naturally, I figured that my secret recipe would be something sweet.

However, I was experimenting with Kale and Turnip Greens at the beginning of the year and figured out an awesome way to serve them. My husband is not a man who traditionally enjoys seconds, but he loved what I made. So much so, he encouraged me to fix them for his relatives. I knew I was on to something and that I had, without knowing it, created my Secret Family Recipe.

As it’s a Secret, unfortunately, I cannot share it here on the blog. All I can say is, it’s Southern Turnip Greens with a slight twist that makes it like a stew. Keeping with Secret Family Recipe ideals, I don’t plan on sharing the recipe with my children and grandchildren until the perfect moment. Or I’ll hide it somewhere for them to uncover one day. Or maybe not until each of them has a kitchen of their own. Part of the fun of a secret recipe is withholding, creating scarcity, traditions and memories that you want to repeat.

IMG_5372Although I someday hope to be remembered for my Turnip Greens, there are too many foods to list that will continue to remind me of my Grandmother. Her lemon cake with lemon icing, her cathead biscuits, the love she put into her handmade pizzas, and how she always had a Mason jar of homegrown vegetable soup waiting. She taught me a lot about food. But more importantly, she taught me about love and laughter, the best ingredients for life.

You can plan a pretty picnic…but you can’t predict the weather

Tallulah_Gorge_group_on_outing-640x509Aw, golden weekends, how precious and few they are. For those who don’t know, ‘golden weekend’ is medical lingo for having both Saturday and Sunday off.

So for this golden weekend we made big plans to finally visit Tallulah Falls. If I remember correctly, I’ve seen a documentary on Tallulah Falls from GPB/PBS. It was a resort town during the turn of the century. In my mind, I have these Victorian/Edwardian-ly dressed characters getting off trains and hanging around waterfalls. Adorable, gentle people.

While there, I learned that the town is actually called Tallulah Falls. The park with the waterfalls is Tallulah Gorge State Park. Is it sad that I didn’t realize this until we were an hour away from the area?

IMG_4632Anyhow, we made a big day of it, with my relatives and my husband’s relatives fulling packing out the Suburban. If our family grows anymore we’re going to have to buy a van, bus, or RV. For lunch, we stopped at one of our favorite vacation spots in GA, Helen. While there, you gotta try Hoofer’s of Helen’s German restaurant. Their potatoes, sausage, and pretzel bread are my husband’s favorite meal ever.

From there, we headed through the Sautee Nacoochee area. Although we’ve been to Helen now half a dozen times, we’ve never really explored Sautee Nacoochee, since we usually go to Cleveland or Blood Mountain. But, lucky for us, we found an awesome fruit and vegetable stand called Fritchey’s Farm Fresh Market. They sell everything from honey with comb, peaches, watermelons, turnip greens, and sunflowers. Very friendly folk. Their bathroom and prices were clean, so we will be back.

IMG_4642By this time, we were well aware that the chance of rain was for certain. We fought it all day, driving in and out of stormy looking areas. Just our luck, the moment we arrived in Tallulah Falls, at Tallulah Gorge State Park, the bottom fell out. We rushed inside the museum and lingered in the gift shop, buying rain ponchos, until it stopped. Then the sun came out and the day started to feel hot. Feeling safe, we put the ponchos and umbrellas back into the car.

Unlike a lot of parks, there’s a lot to see at Tallulah Gorge. There are six waterfalls, many overlooks, a suspension bridge, and miles of trails. As one of the rangers explained the map, I was feeling overwhelmed. Although having the neuroma out of my foot is certainly helping, I wasn’t sure if I was up to 550 steps up and down. I made it clear that I wasn’t going to the very bottom. So, we headed for overlook spots one and two.

IMG_4658The view from overlook one was great. I’m familiar with Cloudland Canyon and I have to say Tallulah Gorge is every bit as lovely. I felt on top of the world, as though, at any moment I could, in my imagination, soar freely into space. There’s something so freeing about being high up. It makes you feel small, but endless at the same time.

For those who don’t know, there’s some general info from the park website about Tallulah Gorge:

  • One of the most spectacular canyons in the eastern U.S., Tallulah Gorge is two miles long and nearly 1,000 feet deep.
  • Visitors can hike rim trails to several overlooks, or they can obtain a permit to hike to the gorge floor (100 per day, not available during water releases).
  • A suspension bridge sways 80 feet above the rocky bottom, providing spectacular views of the river and waterfalls.
  • Tightrope walkers have twice crossed the gorge, and visitors can still see towers used by Karl Wallenda.

IMG_4660After seeing overlook one, it was only natural that we would take the path to overlook two. It was a brisk walk, down stairs, and then up a hill. Being sheltered under the trees, we really didn’t notice that it was starting to cloud up again. Rounding the curve, we came face to face with part of the structure that was used to hold Karl Wallenda’s tightrope.

It’s amazing to think that in the 1970s 30,000 people gathered to watch the daring event. The area has really grown up since then. Today, I’m not sure it could safely hold 100 people. This summer marks the anniversary of Karl Wallenda’s walk across the gorge. The park is planning a big event July 18th with his grandson Nik Wallenda. There’s rumors that he wanted to walk across the gorge in his grandfather’s footsteps. But then I’ve also read, that at this time, he won’t be reenacting the feat. Guess we’ll see.

IMG_4661Looking down at overlook two, the clouds darkened and we could see rain not far off. We posed for pictures and barely noticed as my brother ducked his camera under his shirt and disappeared in the direction of the gift shop. Then it started. The bottom fell out again and us without our ponchos or umbrellas. We scurried back down the trail to the gift shop. But it was useless. By the time we made the journey back, we were soaked. As we purchased dry t-shirts in the gift shop, the sun came out again. It was a freak happening that we were caught in the rain. Although I wanted to see more of the park, there’s something about being soaked that makes you feel miserable and exhausted.  We enjoyed the little time that we had, but it was clear that it was now time to go.

Next time, I’ve learned, that I am going to take a mini-backpack with ponchos anytime there’s rain in the forecast at a park. Some members of our party didn’t have cell phones. So, I think we’re going to have to find those old walkie-talkies in case we need to find each other in a hurry.

All-in-all, not a bad daytrip, just unpredictable weather. But now I can official cross #7. Visit Tallulah Falls off the 30 before 30 list.