Do You Keep Tract of Your Photos, Stories, and Memories?
Do You Keep Track of Your Photos, Stories, and Memories?
It’s been awhile. If you’ve been wondering why (or maybe you don’t care, really!), I’ve been missing doing my blog.
I love writing and have several projects going along, and I do a once-a-month column for Chimney Rock Chronicles near Bergton, Va. BUT THIS COMPUTER won’t let me finish what I want and need to say, or it turns my photos upside down and prevents me from fixing it. You should see my face right now. I am livid.
Or living, whatever the case may be. I want my ‘puter to do what it is supposed to do.
Back to what I hope I can finish.
Our family, including parents, grandparents, grandchildren and more, spent five days in the area of Cherokee in North Carolina, one of our favorite places. All together there were between 45-50 cousins, grandparents, little ones (several babies) and much much fun in the Gatlinburg (Tenn.) area and North Carolina. I remember very well going to the “Unto These Hills” drama theater in Cherokee when I was young. I also remember the years (when we were older) and could do water rafting in various rivers, never knowing quite who was going to fall in or get their heads clunked. We (my husband and I) are now of the generation, however, who pick riding along in a sweet old train engine rather than rafting.
Mom and Dad, whose last name was Miller, liked traveling, and our whole family remembers the time we had stayed in our first cabin rather than a motel. I think it was 1990. Then, about 10 years later, Mom and Dad had a friend who suggested a place called “The Miller Cabin” and Mom and Dad happily rented it in North Carolina. It was beautiful and probably housed about 18-24 (I’m not sure anymore). This year, 2026, we went to the still beautiful Miller Cabin (doesn’t go by that name anymore) and not everyone could fit into it. But I hope Dad and Mom also loved the memories in heaven.
Gatlinburg, of course, being in Tennessee through the Smokey Mountains, offers thrills and slides. But we also saw numerous elk which was a big deal for us, but also deer of course (no bears). There were also Amish families riding in crowded trams over the valley and up to Tennessee’s mountains. Things have changed!
I’m sharing this because family is so important to me and I cherish that our daughters and spouses seem to like traveling too—even though things don’t always work out the way you want them to. I’m including a few photos in case it whets your appetite for keeping the memories going.
Plus, fall is quickly beckoning and Thanksgiving isn’t far behind. But I’m kicking myself for not including more descriptions of the people in old photos we cherish—but can’t remember who knows what!
At any rate, thanks for visiting my blog.
