Tuesday morning, I woke up feeling very excited. Today I would be voting and shortly thereafter, I would start my trip to Shreveport, Louisiana with my sister by way of Los Angeles to pick up my niece.
I had planned to leave at 10:30 a.m. but it ended up being 12:30. The drive to Los Angeles was quite enjoyable apart from a couple of times when we hit heavy traffic backups. The first, I have no idea what the problem was because we never saw what caused the backup.
The second, we passed a very bad accident. It looked as if four cars were involved and smashed up bad. There were three emergency ambulances and traffic brought to a complete stop as the Highway Patrol ushered the traffic into a single lane.
We arrived in Los Angeles about 8:30. The only part of that trip I didn’t enjoy was driving through the Grape Vine and navigating the freeways in Los Angeles. Downtown LA has changed so much since I left in 1975. Driving through downtown even from the freeway, it looked like a concrete jungle of buildings and lights. It was no longer the place we used to eagerly bottle hustle to get money so we could walk the four or five miles just to buy tampura shrimp at Grand Central Station and then hurry down to J.J. Newburys to buy a slice of pizza for twenty-five cents.
We would hurry to make the long trek back home so our parents wouldn’t be angry at our being gone so long. Sometimes on the overpass, we would stand and wave down at the cars. The LA I grew up in was fun. We knew how to make our own fun. I have many fund memories of those days.
But getting back to my trip, after picking up my niece, we got turned around and had a little trouble getting to the 10 freeway. After several twists and turns and getting on and off freeways, we found the 10 and were merrily on our way.
My niece was to help me drive, but I got there late and I did not want to go out to LAX to get her name on the car rental. So, I ended up driving the entire trip to Shreveport.
I am always amazed when I drive through Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, and Louisiana. Each state has its own beauty and grace. On my return, I will stop and take pictures to post on this blog.
We stopped in Abilene, Texas, so my sister could visit with her son who is stationed there and meet her new daughter-in-law for the first time. It was a touching moment to see them together and we had a good time sharing an early morning breakfast together before leaving toward the last leg of our journey to Shreveport.
We arrived Thursday afternoon at 3:30 p.m. at my sister’s home. It was like coming home. My sister and her daughter were thrilled to see us. We talked late into the night and I slept late the next morning. The sister I brought to Louisiana to live, had two doctor appointments pre-scheduled, so we took her to them and did some sight-seeing before returning home. I went to church with my nieces and the guest minister called me out and prophesized over me. When we returned home, my sister had cooked pork chops, mash potatoes, and green beans.
Saturday, we went to look at some property we have and then went to visit a cousin. For dinner, we had fish and I had my first ever taste of alligator. It tasted like chicken, but it was dry. Maybe they fried it too long.
Sunday, we went to church and I received another prophecy and blessing. After returning home we cooked shrimp alfredo, then I prepared for the two and half hour drive to visit my aunt in Houston. She’s my favorite aunt, so I couldn’t come this close and not go by to see her.
November 15, 2016
The two-and-a-half-hour trip turned out to be four hours and five minutes. It was a nice drive and the scenery was beautiful. The thing I always enjoy when I come to Louisiana and Texas, is the trees. There is an abundance of trees everywhere and I imagine what it must have been like a couple of hundred years ago when everything as far as you could see, was trees, wildflowers, and green shrubbery. The first people to come here, must have been in awe of the land and a little frightened. I know for myself, it was a little scary traveling through some of the rural areas and there were no lights other than my car lights and no one before or after me on one of the rural roads I traveled. I did a lot of praying I would have no car problems, because I would have sat the night in my car. No way would I have gotten out to look around.
The visit with my aunt and her husband was great. Aunt Louise is my daddy’s sister and I love her. Bless her heart, she had prepared spaghetti for me and the next morning, while I showered, she had breakfast waiting for me. She is too good to me when I see her. But I love it and all the attention she gives me.
The return trip was uneventful. Of course, since it was daytime, I could enjoy the scenery much better. The rest of the day with my sisters and nieces was great and we had fun. The next morning, I took care of some family business and then prepared for my return trip home.
November 16, 2016
Today is my sister’s birthday. I wanted to wish her happy birthday, but I have no idea how to get in touch with her. We are a year and seven months apart and for whatever her reason, she has chosen to cut herself off from the family.
My niece and I did not leave until a little after seven in the evening for the long trek back to California. I decided to let her drive since my sister made such a big deal about me doing all the driving to Louisiana.
We alternated the driving, but I still did most of it. I think I might be a control freak. We had fun on the return trip. We bought chicken gizzards and they were very good. I bought a small in expensive souvenir item in each state we came through to have something to remember the trip.
I dropped my niece off in Los Angeles about 1:30 in the morning and continued to Sacramento. When I came out of the Grape Vine, I realized I was sleepy, so I pulled into a well lite Denny’s and slept for about three hours. I awoke feeling wide awake and energized. I stopped in Fresno to visit a friend who is surviving cancer treatments.
Her husband told me last night was not a good night for her, so I asked he not wake her. We talked for a while and then I was on my way home. It took a little longer because of early morning commute. Boy! Was it good to be home. I do believe my husband, son, and grandson missed me. My son said the house felt off because I was not there. A woman likes to hear things like that.
Well, I’m home now. So, I think I will call it a night and get ready for bed. I will get back on track with my blog to finish of my list of things I must write about.
So, until next time, take care. lw
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