Tag: on the road

The Unexpected

 

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It was time for a long overdue day trip for this gal.  I left home with only one address queued in my phone, my destination was the Caldwell County Courthouse.  Other than that I had only ideas of what to do, no plan.  But so it usually is with me, the day will just happen.  And happen it did!

I had the courthouse in my sights and was crossing the street to it when I glanced to my right.  Whoa! There was what appeared to be an old theater, I was distracted.  Before I really checked out the theater there was another building calling to me, a library.  Lockhart was already surprising me (and, yes I’ll share my finds on Doorway Into the Past very soon. The best was yet to come.

Driving into town I had seen a sign pointing down a side street that indicated a post office was nearby.  So before I left town (much later after I arrived) I drove down that way just in case it might not be a new post office, but one from the New Deal era.  And, maybe, just maybe there would be a mural in it. You never know.

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The Post Office didn’t disappoint me on the outside nor on the inside.  As I walked in the familiar vestibule arrangement brought back a rush of memories. Without hesitating I knew to look to the right for the mural.

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I don’t have any definite information on the mural yet as there seems to be some conflict as to the name and the artist.  The Post Office has a simple marker on the foundation that reflects 1935 as the date of construction. The Post Office was very crowded at that time and I wondered how many of those people knew that the mural was there and its significance.  Perhaps they wondered why this strange lady with a smile on her face was making pictures!

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The details are captivating! You just to have to remember to expect the unexpected.

The sun’s gift

(this is a lousy photo, but use your imagination please)

Bentley and I drove home from Jackson heading into the hot afternoon sun.  As the afternoon progressed the sun moved to glaring in my eyes.  Bentley was catching the brunt of it in the passenger seat, so I let him crawl across the console and lay somewhat  uncomfortably across my lap. I was relieved when we turned south and the sun shifted to the side.

Then the Master Painter delighted us with a soft, gentle sunset.  Light colors that zigzagged across the sky reminding me of icing drizzled across a cookie. The colors and patterns slowly changed as we drove, a soothing change from the afternoon.  I stopped at the rest stop in Hill County as the sun was setting.  Just below the darkness there was a final glow of layers of brilliant colors.  As I watched them fade I thought that it was almost like the sun said, “ok, you’ve put up with me enough today so I’m giving you one last gorgeous burst of color to enjoy before I let the darkness take over”.

I drove the next 4 hours surrounded with a peaceful feeling, not minding the dark at all, just feeling in touch with the night and the day past.  .