Archive for December, 2013

The Golden Hour

December 19, 2013
Sunset in the mountains near Cumberland Gap, Tennessee.  October 23, 2013.

Sunset in the mountains near Cumberland Gap, Tennessee. October 23, 2013.

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I’ve read about the golden hour in photography.  The golden hour is the first and last hour of sunlight each day.  When we were with our friends Patti and Neal at the end of October, we spent much of one day enjoying the autumn colors and hiking in Kentucky.  Late in the day we drove through Betsy’s home town in Big Stone Gap, Virginia before heading back to the lodge in Kentucky.

The day had been dreary and overcast, but as the sun was going down, we saw a bright orange-pink sky in the west below the clouds.  Since Patti and Neal are as much into photography as Betsy and me, we of course had to stop for pictures.

Evening light in Virginia.  October 23, 2013.

Evening light in Virginia. October 23, 2013.

Looking back to the east, the glow on the hills and the buildings were a perfect example of what the golden hour means.

A fiery mountain sunset.  October 23, 2013.

A fiery mountain sunset. October 23, 2013.

But as beautiful as that was, our eyes kept going back to the bright light between the mountains and the clouds to the west.  What a gorgeous ending to a wonderful day.

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Our World: Fried Turkey

December 16, 2013
Bob injecting Cajun marinade into turkey breasts, Palm Harbor, Florida.  November 28, 2013.

Bob injecting Cajun marinade into turkey breasts, Palm Harbor, Florida. November 28, 2013.

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This is my post for the Our World meme.  This meme is a second generation of My World Tuesday created by Klaus Peter and is hosted by five wonderful ladies.  To learn more about our world or to join and share your part of the world, click HERE.

My son Robert and his family planned to come to Tennessee for Thanksgiving, but when their plans changed Betsy and I travelled down to Florida to have Thanksgiving with them.  One advantage of making the trip was that Robert agreed to make some of his fried turkey for us, a treat that neither Betsy nor I had had before.

The process started with Robert injecting some Cajun marinade into two turkey breasts and a whole turkey (he must have thought we were hungry!).

Robert and Darron putting turkey breasts into the fryer.  November 28, 2013.

Robert and Darron putting turkey breasts into the fryer. November 28, 2013.

The turkey breasts then went into the fryer with the help of a friend.  While these two played around fixing dinner, I worked hard as the official photographer.

Turkey as it came out of the fryer, Palm Harbor, Florida.  November 28, 2013.

Turkey as it came out of the fryer, Palm Harbor, Florida. November 28, 2013.

The turkey was fried after the breasts were done, and it came out of the fryer a beautiful golden brown.

Thanksgiving dinner, November 28, 2013.

Thanksgiving dinner, November 28, 2013.

While we were busy slaving away outside with the fryer, Melissa was busy in the kitchen.  The result of all this work was a feast fit for a king.

Robert's pumpkin cheesecake with caramel topping.  Palm Harbor, Florida.  November 28, 2013.

Robert’s pumpkin cheesecake with caramel topping. Palm Harbor, Florida. November 28, 2013.

Robert topped this delicious Thanksgiving dinner with a marvelous homemade pumpkin cheesecake and caramel topping.

Dad

December 10, 2013
John Emery Adams, Jr., in December, 1938.  He was 26 years old.

John Emery Adams, Jr., in December, 1938. He was 26 years old.

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My Dad, John Emery Adams, Jr., passed away on December 5, 2013.  He was 101 years old.

It’s hard to know how to summarize a life, especially a life that encompassed so much.  Dad was born in Texas, grew up in Arkansas, lived in Indiana for many years before moving to Tennessee.  He remembered going to church with his family in a horse-drawn wagon, as well as the first house his family lived in which had electricity.

Dad met Mom when he was in the CCC in southern Indiana.  The picture above was one he had made for Mom as a Christmas present in 1938.  However, they had to wait until 1940 to get married, since Mom’s parents said she couldn’t get married until she was 20 years old.  They got married three days after her birthday.  There wedding was simple — they asked the congregation of Mom’s church to stay after Sunday service and attend the wedding.  They left right afterwards for their new home in northern Indiana, and shared a carton of milk as their first meal as husband and wife.

Mom and Dad on their 61st wedding anniversary, Hendersonville, Tennessee.  May 5, 2001.

Mom and Dad on their 61st wedding anniversary, Hendersonville, Tennessee. May 5, 2001.

One of the most remarkable things about Mom and Dad is that you rarely saw one without the other.  This picture was taken on their 61st wedding anniversary in 2001.  Mom is wearing her wedding dress.

Dad at my uncle's home in Crown Point, Indiana.

Dad at my uncle’s home in Crown Point, Indiana.

I remember that Dad had a love of gadgets and was always trying to figure out (usually successfully) how things worked.  This picture, taken about 1960, shows him with his new movie camera.  He got a computer at the age of 90 and exchanged daily emails with us until he lost his sight and had to give it up.

I always thought Dad could do anything.  He built most of the house in which I grew up, as well as the farm buildings we had.  If something broke, he usually managed to fix it.  He taught himself to repair small appliances so he would have something to do after he retired.  He repaired appliances until Mom made him quit when he was 80 years old.  We still meet people in Hendersonville, Tennessee, who talk about what a wonderful job he did as a repair man.

Dad and his riding lawn mower.  Hendersonville, Tennessee.

Dad and his riding lawn mower. Hendersonville, Tennessee.

Although Dad was still climbing up on the roof of his home to clean the gutters well into his 90s, he did decide that pushing a lawn mower over their large yard was a bit much, so he got a riding mower.

Front row:  Betsy, Dad, Bonnie (my brother's wife).  Back row:  Me, my sister Janet, and brother Ken.

Front row: Betsy, Dad, Bonnie (my brother’s wife). Back row: Me, my sister Janet, and brother Ken.

Mom died in 2011, so she wasn’t there to celebrate Dad’s 100th birthday in 2012.  We had a party for him at his church in Hendersonville, and many family and friends came to help him celebrate.  This picture of Dad was taken at that party.

We had a celebration of Dad’s life yesterday (Monday).  I’m going to miss him.