No phone. No TV. Just us chickens, and 72 hours of togetherness.
We were long overdue.
Thursday morning we threw the kids in the car and headed to Mt. Airy, or Mayberry if you will, to visit the home of Andy Griffith.
As you can see in the picture above we immediately took our kids to the Mayberry jail - to show them what would happen should they choose a life of crime.
Unfortunately, the plan backfired....
Happy Mother's Day!
Just down the street from the old Mayberry Jail is an emporium and antique mall.
My kids L-O-V-E antique malls. Which is sort of funny, but it works for us. Last year at this time we took them to an amusement park and they both said they liked it but probably wouldn't want to go back. Which is just as well. Antique stores are cheaper...usually.
The only hard part about antiquing is that The Mister and I couldn't believe some of the wares were truly antique shop worthy. You know, things like 8-track tapes and vinyl records.
The next picture is one of my husband having a "teachable moment" with the kids.
As we set that record down and walked away The Girl asked, "Did you even have TV's when you were my age?"
|She LOVED all these old couches.|
We also ran into the Barefoot Prophet. He was very nice and gave us great directions to the Post Office and told us that he had gone without shoes for 18 years. He said, "I'm known around here as the Barefoot Prophet. Do you take the internet? Cuz I'm on the YouTube. Just punch in 'The Barefoot Prophet" and you will see me there."
He was a very nice man. Wish I had taken his picture.
River Rhys Cabin, where I promptly put on a pot of coffee and set down for a spell.
It was a lovely little cabin with a warm and homey kitchen.
Two at the front door....
When I grew tired of sitting on the front porch...I sat on the back.
|(The vista was nice to look at too.)|