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I live in south central Florida. Center of the state in a small "cow town". I am surrounded by pastures and orange groves. I am a wife, mother, grandmother, daughter and sister. I have 3 children and 4 stepchildren with a combined total of 18 grandchildren and 1 beautiful great-grandson. I have travelled throughout the United States, Great Britain and even made it to France and Canada. I have plans for future travel through Europe via railcar and I want to travel the Northern Corridor of the United States via rail. At 53, I need to get busy.

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Friday, February 11, 2011

Houston, Texas

Houston, Tx. is one of my favorite places in the country. I had made the trip on my own, driving 12hrs straight. As I crossed into Texas from Louisiana, the bridge seemed to go straight up with no end. My trip almost ended there. It felt like IF I made it to the top, there would be no other side. But I just thought of where I had just come from and what was waiting on the other side. Texas won! I passed a sign coming into Beaumont that El Paso was 800+ miles. I looked at my tripometer and I had already driven that far just to get to Texas, now the other side was just as far.
My 1st experience was driving around on I-610 bypass at 2am. Very little traffic with 6 lanes in one direction. It never gets really dark in Houston. A friend of mine landed there one night and as he stepped off the plane he said “there might just be a light bulb in Houston.” We went riding downtown Houston one night. Horse drawn carriages every where. Glass and concrete are all you see. I was lying with my head out the window, looking up at the glass buildings; my friend warned me that the area was not safe to hang like that. The beauty of the area made me forget the potential dangers. I was flying home and the area is so big, I flew a small jet from south of town to the Houston airport. The Astro-dome, Johnson Space Center, interstate exchanges 6-8 layers in the sky, Sugarland and Alvin; I love the Houston area. But please, be prepared, as the sun comes up and the city comes to life, those 6+ lanes of traffic become bumper-to-bumper and you will wonder how all those people go in hiding through the night.
A short drive on a Sunday afternoon and  enjoy a day on the beaches of Galveston. My friend drove a semi there hauling burnt oil and I would travel with him. We went down to Houma, La once to unload a ship there. The engines had gone down on a missionary ship and we had to off-load the diesel while they waited on their new engines. I describe that area of the world as “The place God forgot to finish”. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.

DAYTONA BEACH of the 60’s

One of my fondest memories growing up was going to Daytona Beach every year with my family. We would drive the old station wagon on the beach and “camp” between the lighthouse and the water. I never learned to swim till Iwas 16 and my best friend couldn’t swim either. My dad would have one of us hanging on each arm and he would take us out to the sandbar.  We would play out there for awhile  then we would grab his arms again and he would take us back to shore.
We would take trips to the Boardwalk. My dad knew some of the workers and we would walk, talk to everyone, play games. Pop was very good at pitching nickels and we would take home sets of goblets that were blood red. Any odd pieces he would win, he let me have them for my playhouse at home.
I remember going to Bradenton Beach a few times but it was nothing compared to Daytona. I believe that’s where I fell in love with lighthouses.