You may remember that my lucky hubby won tickets to four separate concerts this summer and fall. The first concert was Tim McGraw. Love and Theft and Lady Antebellum opened for him and all three performances were great. Sunday was the date for the second concert. Chris Young and Kelly Pickler opened for Rascal Flatts 10 year anniversary tour. G loves Rascal Flatts. The concert was amazing other than the fact that we missed Chris Young's performance due to confusion over our ticket exchanges. (Shh, don't tell G we missed it-- he doesn't know.)
My sweet hubby says that he doesn't know why he entered the contest in the first place because it only ended up costing him $82 each concert to buy a third ticket and concessions are outrageous!! The people at Lakewood have been great. He actually won lawn tickets but because of G having a disability and needing a wheelchair accessible seat they have upgraded our lawn tickets for free!!
We ended up buying three extra tickets for this concert and took T and his girlfriend S with us. (They got lawn tickets- sorry.) As we sat in the summer air listening to great music I was inspired. Rascal Flatts sang "Broken Road" of course. While sitting there holding G while a soft summer breeze blew across my face I reflected on the Broken Road that brought Sweet G into our lives. I have never written the entire story and I think it is about time for me to get that done. So, I am going to begin right away. It will require that I tell it in several small stories that collectively tell the whole story of Sweet G. I hope you will enjoy hearing it and will see how God orchestrated the story and worked His grace in our lives.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Rascal Flatts Concert
You may remember that my lucky hubby won tickets to four separate concerts this summer and fall. The first concert was Tim McGraw. Love and Theft and Lady Antebellum opened for him and all three performances were great. Sunday was the date for the second concert. Chris Young and Kelly Pickler opened for Rascal Flatts 10 year anniversary tour. G loves Rascal Flatts. The concert was amazing other than the fact that we missed Chris Young's performance due to confusion over our ticket exchanges. (Shh, don't tell G we missed it-- he doesn't know.)
My sweet hubby says that he doesn't know why he entered the contest in the first place because it only ended up costing him $82 each concert to buy a third ticket and concessions are outrageous!! The people at Lakewood have been great. He actually won lawn tickets but because of G having a disability and needing a wheelchair accessible seat they have upgraded our lawn tickets for free!!
We ended up buying three extra tickets for this concert and took T and his girlfriend S with us. (They got lawn tickets- sorry.) As we sat in the summer air listening to great music I was inspired. Rascal Flatts sang "Broken Road" of course. While sitting there holding G while a soft summer breeze blew across my face I reflected on the Broken Road that brought Sweet G into our lives. I have never written the entire story and I think it is about time for me to get that done. So, I am going to begin right away. It will require that I tell it in several small stories that collectively tell the whole story of Sweet G. I hope you will enjoy hearing it and will see how God orchestrated the story and worked His grace in our lives.
My sweet hubby says that he doesn't know why he entered the contest in the first place because it only ended up costing him $82 each concert to buy a third ticket and concessions are outrageous!! The people at Lakewood have been great. He actually won lawn tickets but because of G having a disability and needing a wheelchair accessible seat they have upgraded our lawn tickets for free!!
We ended up buying three extra tickets for this concert and took T and his girlfriend S with us. (They got lawn tickets- sorry.) As we sat in the summer air listening to great music I was inspired. Rascal Flatts sang "Broken Road" of course. While sitting there holding G while a soft summer breeze blew across my face I reflected on the Broken Road that brought Sweet G into our lives. I have never written the entire story and I think it is about time for me to get that done. So, I am going to begin right away. It will require that I tell it in several small stories that collectively tell the whole story of Sweet G. I hope you will enjoy hearing it and will see how God orchestrated the story and worked His grace in our lives.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Peggy's of Rome
Tonight my husband was telling me about a joke someone told him at work today. The joke was something this man heard when he was a young boy riding in the car with two older men. As they passed a house located directly across from the Rome Fair Grounds the men began talking about the house and a sign that was once posted on the door to the "establishment". The joke was not what interested me but the history of the house immediately caught my full attention. The house was a bothel run by a woman named Peggy Stone Sneed from what little I was able to find out online. It was well known not only locally but is said to have been known worldwide. Supposedly the house was in business for 40+ years and was very successful.
Peggy was not only a beauty but a shrewd business woman who attained a lot of wealth from her business. It is said that she ran a clean, safe house and guaranteed the health of her girls. Law enforcement supposedly knew all about Peggy's and looked the other way. I even found a copy of an add for Peggy's in an annual from Georgia Tech from the 1960's (i think 1964). I found all of my information at Peggy's House.
I am always curious about old stories from the past and the way things were in a different time than the one we were born into. I would love to see a photo of Peggy and hear more stories about her. If anyone has any information or photos on this subject I would be very interested in hearing them. I am working on a lead to find more information and intend to pursue this matter further.
Peggy was not only a beauty but a shrewd business woman who attained a lot of wealth from her business. It is said that she ran a clean, safe house and guaranteed the health of her girls. Law enforcement supposedly knew all about Peggy's and looked the other way. I even found a copy of an add for Peggy's in an annual from Georgia Tech from the 1960's (i think 1964). I found all of my information at Peggy's House.
I am always curious about old stories from the past and the way things were in a different time than the one we were born into. I would love to see a photo of Peggy and hear more stories about her. If anyone has any information or photos on this subject I would be very interested in hearing them. I am working on a lead to find more information and intend to pursue this matter further.
Peggy's of Rome
Tonight my husband was telling me about a joke someone told him at work today. The joke was something this man heard when he was a young boy riding in the car with two older men. As they passed a house located directly across from the Rome Fair Grounds the men began talking about the house and a sign that was once posted on the door to the "establishment". The joke was not what interested me but the history of the house immediately caught my full attention. The house was a bothel run by a woman named Peggy Stone Sneed from what little I was able to find out online. It was well known not only locally but is said to have been known worldwide. Supposedly the house was in business for 40+ years and was very successful.
Peggy was not only a beauty but a shrewd business woman who attained a lot of wealth from her business. It is said that she ran a clean, safe house and guaranteed the health of her girls. Law enforcement supposedly knew all about Peggy's and looked the other way. I even found a copy of an add for Peggy's in an annual from Georgia Tech from the 1960's (i think 1964). I found all of my information at Peggy's House.
I am always curious about old stories from the past and the way things were in a different time than the one we were born into. I would love to see a photo of Peggy and hear more stories about her. If anyone has any information or photos on this subject I would be very interested in hearing them. I am working on a lead to find more information and intend to pursue this matter further.
Peggy was not only a beauty but a shrewd business woman who attained a lot of wealth from her business. It is said that she ran a clean, safe house and guaranteed the health of her girls. Law enforcement supposedly knew all about Peggy's and looked the other way. I even found a copy of an add for Peggy's in an annual from Georgia Tech from the 1960's (i think 1964). I found all of my information at Peggy's House.
I am always curious about old stories from the past and the way things were in a different time than the one we were born into. I would love to see a photo of Peggy and hear more stories about her. If anyone has any information or photos on this subject I would be very interested in hearing them. I am working on a lead to find more information and intend to pursue this matter further.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
My Second Daddy
While thinking about Father's Day I reflected on how blessed I have been to have had two Dads. My parents divorced when I was just a toddler and my mother remarried a wonderful man when I was three years old. My step dad never tried to take the place of my Dad. He quietly stood in the shadows unless it became necessary for him to step in for my protection. One of my earliest memories was of a time my biological father came to pick me up for his weekly visitation drunk. I was too young to understand what was going on but sensed that something wasn't right. I don't remember being angry at my step-dad for telling my Dad I could not go with him that day. I just remember being scared and confused by the actions of my Dad. My Dad shielded me from his drinking pretty well apart from that day. I was a preteen before I discovered that side of my Dad.
My step dad is a very patient and good man. He never said an unkind word about my father. He was the voice of reason when my mom was at her wits end with me. He often sat quietly and patiently talking to my siblings and myself about the choices we were making. I always hated those long talks but now I am so grateful that my mom married a man who treated her children as if they were his own. Not wanting to interfere in our relationships with our fathers he never let us call him Daddy. I thought then it was because he didn't love us but now know it was because of the wonderful man that he is.
When my relationship with my biological Dad was suffering a few years ago my step dad was very hurt for me. He often told me how sorry he was for the choices my Dad made in the way he treated me. He was very disappointed. It was during this time that my step dad had a heart attack while working on a cabin he and my mom were building. He was alone miles from help when it happened and after hours managed to pull himself onto a bobcat and drive the distance to the nearest house for help. I remember how scared I was that night when we received the call. During that time I suddenly found myself calling him Daddy. At forty years old I realized that I loved him like a Dad. I still find myself perplexed as to what I should call him.
He provided me a home, food, and whatever else I needed without complaint. He took in three children who did not belong to him and became their Dad without the acknowledgement that a Dad receives. He loves me unconditionally. I am sorry that it took me so long to see how much he means to me and how much he sacrificed for me when I was growing up. I wish I had realized it when I was younger and could have had him walk me down the aisle along with my biological Dad when I got married. He is the best Dad and Gramps that there is and I am so thankful that God sent him to be my Daddy.
My step dad is a very patient and good man. He never said an unkind word about my father. He was the voice of reason when my mom was at her wits end with me. He often sat quietly and patiently talking to my siblings and myself about the choices we were making. I always hated those long talks but now I am so grateful that my mom married a man who treated her children as if they were his own. Not wanting to interfere in our relationships with our fathers he never let us call him Daddy. I thought then it was because he didn't love us but now know it was because of the wonderful man that he is.
When my relationship with my biological Dad was suffering a few years ago my step dad was very hurt for me. He often told me how sorry he was for the choices my Dad made in the way he treated me. He was very disappointed. It was during this time that my step dad had a heart attack while working on a cabin he and my mom were building. He was alone miles from help when it happened and after hours managed to pull himself onto a bobcat and drive the distance to the nearest house for help. I remember how scared I was that night when we received the call. During that time I suddenly found myself calling him Daddy. At forty years old I realized that I loved him like a Dad. I still find myself perplexed as to what I should call him.
He provided me a home, food, and whatever else I needed without complaint. He took in three children who did not belong to him and became their Dad without the acknowledgement that a Dad receives. He loves me unconditionally. I am sorry that it took me so long to see how much he means to me and how much he sacrificed for me when I was growing up. I wish I had realized it when I was younger and could have had him walk me down the aisle along with my biological Dad when I got married. He is the best Dad and Gramps that there is and I am so thankful that God sent him to be my Daddy.
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