Comes a sunrise like this . . .
And a sunset like this one at Pea Island, NC.
Goosey goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn’t say his prayers,
So I took him by his left leg
And threw him down the stairs
Alfred Hitchock, going through customs, was asked by a customs official to state his occupation.
Hitchock replied that he was a producer.
‘What do you produce?’ asked the official.
‘Gooseflesh,’ replied Hitchcock.
Confederate Memorial Day is a state holiday in some Southern states–not on the same day or even the same month. Four states–Alabama, Georgia, Mississippi, and Florida observe it in April.
There are statues, plaques, and markers throughout the states which designate many of the sites which were a part of the war that divided our nation. BroJoe came upon this one in Kinston, North Carolina.
The church is not the original Harriet’s Chapel; it is one that was moved to the battlefield site.
BroJoe travels to small towns of eastern North Carolina well off the main highways, so these places aren’t a destination for most of us. Among them are some of the oldest towns in North Carolina, build along the rivers and sounds.
Thank goodness he takes his camera.
When my brother sends me photographs, I see them not only for their beauty, but also to learn where he’s been and what he found interesting there. He frequently has to identify them for me, as was the situation here.
Okay, he actually called these things CRAB POTS. Don’t bother looking for any chocolate.