Today was our trip with the group from the Country Rest Home to Tangier Island. When the group’s numbers swelled to over 30, the decision was made to take a big bus. I was delighted. I was thinking “Jor-lin.” Or even “Zook’s” but no, it was not to be. Just before pulling out of the parking lot after we got back, I hastily took a picture of the bus. I thought I had it centered, even though the sun was in my eyes. I didn’t. However, I want you to know that the transportation was NOT DOWN HILL. It was comfortable for most of us, and I was very thankful for it.
We met at Greenwood Mennonite Church. For some reason, I had 9 AM as the time I was supposed to be there, so I flew around and tried to get everything in order before I left, sailed out the door by 8:47 and prided myself being on time (for once). I got there and the parking lot was empty. They must have left without me! How could I have been so mistaken? Several frantic phone calls later, I discovered that the time to meet was 9:45. Okay! This is one time when Certain Man’s wife was on time!
This is Ms. Mary Ebierline, the coordinator of our trip
Mark and Polly and Ms. Mary getting us all ready to go.
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Freda — today was their 49th wedding anniversary!
(Can you believe it?)
Happy faces on the bus.
After a ride of about an hour and a half, we got to the dock where our boat was to leave from. We had an hour or so to wait, but the day was beautiful and people enjoyed the sunshine.
Mama talks to Carlene, and then Carlene sits with Josie and further down the bench is Ivan.
Mary, Ruthie, Barbara, Herman and Dickie
The water of the Chesapeake is a source of wonder. I know that people who are more widely traveled than I am have bigger and better stories, but this is “home water” and I love it!
We had wonderful sailing weather and the company could not have been improved upon!
Fred, Herman and Paul
(I’m sorry this is so dark, but–) This is our trusty bus driver, John David, his dad, Lewis, and his gentle wife, Carlene.
Three fine Lassies, sitting in a row-
Mama, Elizabeth and Evelyn
Ivan and Mary and CMW (That orange-ish man in the middle doesn’t belong to us) Mark, Jr. and Mama.
A reverse view of the same picture.
Barbara and Mama
The upper deck was full of sun and shadow and laughter.
And we finally came to Tangier Island:
Can you read this sign??? (I can’t!)
One of the main reasons for going to get a good meal specializing in Seafood. And the clam fritters were great and the crab cakes delightful. The only problem is, I didn’t get any pictures of the seafood. It was very, very good, but not as plentiful as the other “filler” stuff.
And then there was a tour of the island. Tangier Island is accessible only by water of air. Transportation on the island is largely golf carts and bicycles. Approximately 600 people live there year round, and the chief industry is crab and fish. The thing that impressed me most was the amount of poverty that is there. There are a few nice houses, but far more that are “shack-like.” It was a beautiful day, and there was lots to see, and the food was good, but I really don’t think I would like to live on the island. Maybe if you were raised there (as it seems most of them were) it would hold an attraction that it otherwise does not.
Anyhow, soon it was time to go home.
Mark and Polly on board for the return trip home.
I was down on the dock, taking this picture, and the horn was blowing for the last “all aboard.” I knew I had to hurry with the picture, and I needed to get my ticket out of my billfold where I had put it for safe keeping. So I took the picture, and fetched out my billfold, struggling to hold on to all my belongings.
Alas and alack, when I got my billfold out, the zipper on the coin compartment was opened and the jingle of many pieces of money was heard, falling upon the wooden dock. I watched in dismay as dimes and nickels and pennies scattered about and disappeared down the cracks. And one of my fat quarters bounced happily down the deck in front of me, hopped over the edge and disappeared into the green water below. I gathered up as many as I could while the ship guys waited, and finally got my ticket out and my remaining coins in, and we were finally on our way home. I confess I was a bit grumpy at the loss of my coins. I sought, found, and shared a stashed bag of M&M’s. That didn’t cause my quarters to float, but it made it not so painful!
And this conversation lasted pretty much the whole way home.
(You go, Uncle Vernon and Fred)
An hour and a half later, we were back in Crissfield, Maryland, where our bus and a car were waiting for us. A friend of Daddy’s had passed away this week, and Mark, Jr. was to bring the meditation at the 7 PM memorial service tonight, so Mark and Polly, Mama and I came home in the car. Mama’s back was hurting her pretty badly, so she was glad she didn’t have to bounce home on the bus. (My back wasn’t hurting, but I was kinda glad myself!)
What a joy to be back home again. It was a sweet day, but bed looks pretty good to this gal tonight.
And it won’t be long now, Lord Willing, until Certain Man and his Trusty Crew come back home.
I will be so glad about that, too!