Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Going Home To The New Country



In a previous post, I talked about going home to the 'old country'. Last Thursday I went home to visit my parents in Tennessee, the 'new country'. I have so much fun visiting with my parents when I'm by myself. We fall into a very comfortable mode of talking, eating, sleeping, walking, and anything else I feel like doing. I stayed four nights and had a grand time.

Daddy's been replacing their shingled roof with a metal one. Here are some photos of him up there. Keep in mind that he'll soon be 76 years old. Needless to say, I did a lot of praying while I was home. One night when it rained, he had to climb up there in the rainy dark to put the plastic back around the chimney to keep it from leaking.

He said they had never hired a handyman or repairman to fix anything....ever! They do it all themselves. I find that amazing.
I'd love to be that self-sufficient.

2 comments:

Deanna said...

Great post! What a great Dad you have there! Glad you had a wonderful visit!

lifeonthecutoff said...

Such a nice visit to the "new country". My paternal grandmother was an immigrant during the early 20th century. Greece was always referred to as the "old country", which I could never find on the globe. Finally, my dad set me right.