THE PARK BENCH – A Short Story for January
Isabell sat on the living room floor, taping shut another box, when the phone rang. She got up to walk to the side table by the couch where she’d left her cell phone. Glancing at the number as she picked up the phone, she smiled.
“Hi, Judy,” she said, sitting down on the sofa, glad for a work break.
“Hi, yourself. Are you ready for the moving van to come tomorrow … and ready for your big move to Greeneville, South Carolina?”
“I am,” she replied. “The movers should get everything packed tomorrow morning, but they won’t head to Greeneville until the next day. After I do a final cleaning and lock up the house, I’m staying with Daniel overnight, but I’ll head to Greeneville early the next morning. I should get there before the movers to meet them at the house, but if not, I gave them your number to call.” She paused for a minute. “Judy, I really appreciate all you’ve done to be a support in this move, helping me find a house near the campus and my new job. I’m also grateful you and Norman invited me to spend the night with you after I get to Greeneville. I know everything will be a mess at the new house after the movers unload.”
“Isabell Mason, you have been my best friend since we were little girls ,and as you well know I married your older brother Norman. We are always happy for you to stay with us anytime.” She laughed. “Additionally, I helped you find your house through Rollins Realty, my family’s realty company where I work, if you remember. I will get a commission for the sale. You helped me, too, calling to let me help you find a house.”
“The house is cute, a little one-level brick rancher, perfect for me, and within walking distance to the campus. I think I’m going to really like it.” Isabell looked around at all the boxes piled in the room and sighed. “I’ll be glad when this move is past.”
“Are the kids, Frances and Daniel, still giving you a hard time about moving?” Judy asked.
“Yes,” she answered honestly. “Daniel’s coming around a little, but Frances is still angry at me. She feels like I’m running out on the family, has suggested I’m being selfish moving away from them and the grandchildren. She keeps saying, ‘What would Daddy think?’ trying to guilt me with the idea that he would disapprove.”
“Do you think Jimmy would disapprove? I hope I didn’t push you to make a move you shouldn’t. I was so excited earlier when you called to tell me you got the new job offer as director of the library at Furnam University right here in Greeneville where we live. I admit Norman and I are thrilled you’re going to live close to us again.”
“I really don’t think Jimmy would mind if he could offer an opinion,” Isabell replied. “I think he’d encourage me to do what I wanted to be happy. Besides, he has been gone almost three years now, and he knew Greeneville was originally my home.” She hesitated. “The children keep saying it will be such a long trip for me to come home for visits or for them to come to see me now. They keep saying they’ll hardly ever see me anymore.”
Judy laughed. “From your confidences, it’s not like you see much of them living there in Cincinnati right now.”
“That’s true,” she admitted. “Frances’ schedule as a nurse is often grueling and her husband Bill works long hours at the RV business his family owns.”
Judy jumped in to add, “And when they have time, they go camping or traveling somewhere with the kids and they never invite you along. It’s not much better with Daniel. I know Daniel is running his dad’s business now, Jimmy D’s, and that you see very little of him, his wife Patricia, or their kids. Patricia’s family even has a cabin in the Smoky Mountains but they never invite you to go with them when they go there.” She paused. “I suppose I shouldn’t be critical, but none of them have been there for you since Jimmy died as they should. It irks me after all you’ve done for them and for the grandkids, who now whine over having to take time to even come and visit you and sit hunkered over their phones when they do. It may sound ugly, but I think it serves them right for you to move away.”
“I’m not moving to get away from my family or punish them, Judy. The job is a wonderful opportunity. I would have been foolish not to consider it.”
“I know, and I probably shouldn’t have said those things. I just hate when children and grandchildren are so ungrateful and start counting it a duty-visit to go to see their parents or grandparents.”
Isabel sighed. “I will miss living near them, even if I don’t see them as often as I like, but I can drive up for long weekends now and then. It’s only a six-to-seven-hour drive. You’re blessed your children and grandchildren still live so close to you and Norman. Of course, Norman is a pastor, and the kids and grandkids go to your church. I’m sure that helps to guarantee you get to see them at least once a week.”
Judy giggled. “I am glad for that. I hope you’ll come to our church after you settle in. You know Norman and I would love that.”
“I plan to.” She glanced at her watch. “Right now, though, I’d better get back to work and get the rest of my packing done. I’m sure you have work to do, too. I’ll see you soon.”
Isabell knew she had some apprehensions of her own about moving back to South Carolina, too, but those concerns were her own to think about. And private ones. It had been almost twenty years since she and Jimmy left Greeneville, the children still in their early elementary years. Jimmy Daniel Mason, always Coach Jimmy D to his staff and students. had been an Assistant Football Coach at Furman before accepting an Assistant Coaching position with more responsibility and better pay at the University of Cincinnati. It was a good step up.
Jimmy loved coaching football, but after a few years at UC, the coach he worked with moved on, and Jimmy decided on a change for himself. He bought a small shop on Calhoun right by the campus and opened a sporting goods store he called Jimmy D’s, and with his links to the university and the athletic department, the shop thrived, and Jimmy loved running his own business. Isabell felt sure he’d still be working, laughing and talking sports with his customers, if he hadn’t had a fatal heart attack. It was a shock to everyone. Their son Daniel, who’d been working to help run the store since graduating from college, moved into running the business, stepping into his father’s footsteps.
Isabell took an old family photo off the fireplace mantle to study it. It was a happy photo of the four of them … Jimmy, a big, broad-shouldered man with a huge warm smile for everyone, personable and easy-going. but smart and always a workaholic. Isabell had always been glad she had the library, her own world of books. The two of them had been so different. They even met in the library, an unlikely place, but Jimmy always went after what he wanted and he certainly pursued her—sweetly, too. In the picture Daniel, dark-haired, smart like his dad but more serious, had his arms draped over both their shoulders, while Frances, with her long dark hair, definitely a Daddy’s girl, leaned up against Jimmy, always eager to please her father. Isabell studied her own photo from that time, probably fifteen years ago. Her hair had been short and frosted then. It was a little longer now with a little more gray in the frosting. She’d been a pretty girl then and she knew she was still an attractive woman now. Just a little older.
Isabell walked over to the mirror to gaze at herself. How much had she changed in twenty years? She felt she had aged well; she’d taken good care of her health, walked a lot, and worked in the little flower garden behind their Tudor home. The house was a nice older home in a good neighborhood, not too far north from the campus and Jimmy’s business. They’d been happy there, but the house was full of almost too many memories now.
“It’s time to see what can come of old dreams,” she told herself. “If anything.”
The next month or two passed swiftly. Isabell unpacked and settled into her house and began to learn her way around town again, finding the closest grocery, the post office, establishing an account at the bank. Moving to a smaller home, she’d let extras go in Cincinnati before moving but there were still things to buy when you moved, shower curtains, light bulbs, a new mailbox as the old one looked a little grim. Judy and Norman came to help her with a lot of tasks around the house and in the yard. She visited their church, found she had a lot of old friends there, began to settle in and feel at home.
Next she settled into her new job at the library. She’d moved up over the years at the University of Cincinnati Library, gained some titles, but the job at Furnam as Director of the Library was definitely a step up. Even though she had worked at the library in Greeneville many years ago, much had changed. The library was a big pillared two story one with a lot of space and a large book collection. A major renovation had added nearly 65,000 square feet of new space and like all libraries, the technical services and media collections areas had grown. Her office was more impressive than her office in past, and she had worked hard over the last month to come to know all her staff and to integrate with strength and art into the college community.
Feeling confident in herself now, Isabell gazed out the second story window of the library to look across the lake. In Cincinnati, there was a small lake in the park near the campus, but here at Furnam the college centered around a beautiful lake, called Swan Lake. A walking trail circled the lake. Pavilions and benches sat scattered along its route where one could sit and enjoy looking across the water to the tall bell tower the college was famous for or toward the hills nearby. Scenically, the campus was stunning.
With the Fall Semester settled in now and her calendar clearer today, Isabell decided to walk around the lake trail and eat her lunch on one of the benches on the back side of the lake, known as the quieter side. The break would be a nice one and the colors were beginning to change around the campus, fall leaves drifting down from many of the old campus trees, splashing color on the ground along the trail.
She spotted her favorite bench ahead, empty with a few fall leaves scattered across it. She slowed, trying not to be disappointed to see it empty again. After all, it had been a long time since she’d shared the space on the bench with another. It was probably foolish to even remember those times. In truth, she hadn’t sat on this bench for twenty years. She’d always read that women were more foolishly prone than men to hold on to old memories, and despite her new position of prominence at Furnam, that feminine side of her must still linger on.
Sitting down on the bench, she looked across the lake with pleasure. What was it about sitting by a lake that was so soothing? As usual, the lakeside here across from all the main buildings was quiet. A biker occasionally rode by or someone walking their dog passed. But just as she remembered from long ago, this spot, with a big oak slightly shading the two green benches to either side of the tree, still offered a tranquil and restful place in the midst of a busy day.
She’d bought a small insulated lunch bag the other day, with a strap she could drape over her shoulder, nice to take on any walk and freeing up her hands. She sat it on the bench beside her now and dug out the chicken salad sandwich she’d made for herself before coming to work.
“I’ll bet that is a chicken salad sandwich,” a warm, deep voice said, startling her and instantly shattering her composure.
To calm herself, Isabell searched for the water bottle in her bag before turning her eyes to look up at the man. “Hello, Myron,” she said, steeling herself to act casual and professional, like she would, facing any colleague at the college.
“Hello, Isabell.” He turned and glanced at the second bench not far away. “Like you I came to eat lunch by the lake. I can sit at the other bench if you prefer or perhaps share this one with you if you don’t mind.”
His smile nearly took her breath away and the words reminded her so much of words he had spoken to her long ago. She moved over and patted the bench beside her. “Please do sit down, Myron. It is a treat to see you again after so many years.”
He settled on the bench beside her, beginning to get a sandwich out of the brown sack he carried.
Isabell sat, conscious of him beside her, noting how little he’d changed, still tall and well built, his hair, short beard, and mustache much more gray now, but his eyes still that warm brown with little crinkles around them when he smiled. He was a handsome man, intelligent, kind, sure of himself, easy to be with. So well-read. He taught history here at Furnam, mostly European world history classes, since he’d lived in France and the UK as a boy, traveled a lot around Europe with his parents. There was a touch of difference to his voice, while Isabell still had a Southern touch to her own voice. Those bits of culture and background tended to stay with one.
“I read you’d come to the campus to work, but I wasn’t sure you’d remember your old friend.,” he said, after a time. “It’s been a long time.”
“Almost twenty years, and you don’t forget old friends easily.”
“I’m glad for that,” he said, settling in to eat his lunch, crossing an ankle over his knee, easy and comfortable with himself. They had never needed to talk when they shared lunch together on this bench, although some days they talked away like two magpies, excited about something they’d seen or read or heard.
“You can come to know a person rather well sitting and sharing lunch most every day with them on an old park bench,” he added after a time.
“Yes, you can,” she agreed.
“I admit I probed a little after reading in the campus news you’d come to take the open position as Director of the Library. You brought a stellar background to the campus, accomplished a lot in Cincinnati, won some awards, got some acclaim. And, of course, I personally can only applaud the choice, knowing you rather well.”
“Thank you,” she replied. “I read also that you were still teaching before I came to interview. You, too, have received awards, published some fine papers, traveled abroad many summers taking students to sample culture in other countries. I saw you’d moved from Associate Professor to Full Professor. I am sure that is a plus for the History Department and the College. I remember, too, the students love you. Your classes are always full.”
“Thank you in return. It seems we have both checked each other out, typical of old friends, I think.” He paused a moment, his eyes meeting hers. “Did you hope to find I was no longer here when you got the opportunity to interview?”
“No,” she said softly, looking away from him. “I might not have come if I’d learned you were no longer here.”
He smiled at her then, reaching a hand across to touch her cheek. “You are even more beautiful than I remember,” he whispered. “I am overwhelmed.”
Isabell searched for words and then finally put a hand to her heart, fighting tears.
“Have you known sorrow?” he asked.
“Jimmy died three years ago, suddenly of a heart attack. You know I loved him.”
“I do, and I am sorry for the loss. Where are your children?”
“Still living and working in Cincinnati, not happy to see me move. But they had their lives and I needed to look to mine. You can’t live in the past.”
“No. Life is always there to be lived. Sometimes it sneaks up on us, and sometimes its opportunities don’t always come at the right timing.”
“Yes, I’ve seen that to be true.”
They ate their lunch then, just quiet, not talking. But the feeling of sitting by Myron again reached out to her, warming and soothing her, bringing healing down to her soul.
“I imagine you know, since I go to your brother’s church, that I never married.” He hesitated. “Did you ever tell them about…”
“No.” She interrupted. “I never told anyone. There was nothing to tell but that two colleagues, two friends, often met for lunch and shared their thoughts, their hearts, and lives on a park bench by the lake.”
He smiled at her. “A little slice of loveliness all our own.”
“Yes.” She glanced away.
“And then one day that lovely friend came to say she was moving away, her husband transferred, and we knew we might never see each other again. The man finally opened his heart out then to a happily married woman he could not have, and should not yearn for, but it would have felt false to him to let her go without letting her know what she had come to mean to him.”
“Yes, and the woman cried,” she added in a soft voice. “She had learned in a soft, gentle, unexpected way that you could love two people in your heart, even when committed to one.”
His eyes met hers then, holding her gaze. “Before they parted the man told her if life ever took an unexpected turn and left her free to love another, and if she thought he might fill that spot in her heart, to come back to this bench to look for him. Do you remember that, Isabell?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I also told you not to come unless that was so for you.”
“I remember, Myron, and yet I am here.”
He reached out and took her hand. “Isabell, I am trying to tell my heart to be still but it is rejoicing within. Will you come every day so that we can come to know each other more?”
“I will come.”
He leaned in to take her face in his hands and kiss her forehead. “I will soon invade your life if you do. You have stayed rich and full in my thoughts all these years, spoiled me for any other’s company at length. I hope your heart is as sure as mine.”
“You were my hope in coming,” she answered.
He traced a finger down her cheek. “You know I lost my first love long ago in Europe. Isn’t it sweet to know these two old friends will now have a second chance to experience all the wonder and joy of love—and without restraint or secrecy.”
She put a hand on his face. “Yes, but go slow, dear one, for the sake of others who don’t know our history.”
He draped an arm around her shoulder and sighed. “Taking one’s time is a sweet pleasure of its own, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” she answered, leaning her head on his shoulder and knowing the big risk and move she’d made was absolutely the right one.
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THE LITTLE CHRISTMAS TREE 
A blog is a regularly updated, informational internet site, or platform, written in an informal or conversational style by a group of different people, a business, or a single individual, in a series of entertaining blog posts. An individual’s blog can be a website of its own or a part of a website, as mine is a part of my author’s website at 
For authors, like myself, blogs are often a way to stay in touch with their readers, offering thoughts, updates, and information about their books, writing, and their lives – like the beginning of this June 2023 blog about a visit to a botanical garden. Blogs are a nice way to build social relations and friendships with your readers. Each author blog post is optimally about 1,500 to 2,500 words in length, longer than an author newsletter, but a post can be much shorter, too. Usually, authors soon begin to develop a post length their readers come to expect. Each blogger has to discover their own ideal length, just as they learn their best book length. It is generally expected that an author create a blog post or entry consistently, weekly, monthly, or even quarterly.
For me, each of my blogs is like an article, talk, or short writing that I gift to my readers free every month. I always put up my new Monthly Blog Post at the first of every month, usually on the first day of the month. On the same day, I post my monthly Newsletter, too, which focuses on upcoming events, books, and projects I’m working on at the time. Many authors make their blog and newsletter available only to those who “subscribe” to them through an email link. Usually this is found in a pop-up link on their website, … annoyingly popping up often and intrusively.
My first novel published in 2009 … and as more and more books came out, and interest in my writing grew, my publisher encouraged me to start a Blog and a Newsletter. Still teaching college at the time and writing two books a year, I wasn’t eager to take on another commitment. However, as 2016 ended, I decided I could commit to write a blog and a newsletter every month. So my Blog debuted monthly in January 2017. I’ve been at it for eight years now. If readers get behind on my blog posts or just discover my books and start following me, all eight years of my Blog Posts are archived. For example, to see the latest ones before this one, just scroll down the page after you finish reading this post.
Just like planning and writing a book takes time, planning and writing a blog post takes time, too. I usually spend at least a full day creating a blog post and finding the photos I use in each for illustration. America reads less and less today, scrolling mindlessly through social media without stopping to read more than a paragraph, so sometimes being a blogger is disappointing. However, when I check my International Stats and see that fans and readers in over fifty countries are popping in to read my blog and avidly following it, I am encouraged.
Many of my fans in the U.S, who devotedly read my books, have never even discovered my blog and newsletter. I can only assume that’s because they seldom go to my website. It’s unbelievably easy to find at: 
My blogs are all archived and you’ll see an ARCHIVE search box to the right of every month. In that Archive, if you click the arrow to the right of “Select Month” you’ll see links for my eight years of blogging. You can doodle down through the past years to see what you might find. In looking back today at my first posts in 2017 … one early February 2017 post was about “Hiking in the Smokies” and our hiking guide THE AFTERNOON HIKER. Others were about visits to Bryson City, NC, where my 2017 book DADDY’S GIRL was set and about our book launch and signing events..
For June of 2017, I wrote about one of my hobbies in a post called the “Sunday Painter” and posted a few photos of my watercolor paintings. Readers seemed to like that personal touch, so in July I wrote about “The Joys of Home” and talked about our home. In August 2017, I blogged about “Growing Up with Flowers,” and in April 2018 about “Wildflowers in the Smokies.” In September of 2017, after our summer beach vacation, my blog post was called “Remembering Edisto.” Others that first year jumped around to different topics, like November about “Fall in East Tennessee” with glorious photos and in December “The Christmas Tree” remembering trees in our family over the years.
You can see from this discussion, that my blog posts are diverse, none ever the same. Sometimes I talk about books I’m writing or have just finished, giving you little inside tips and photos I collected to represent the characters and places in my stories. Many posts in 2018 and in the years since were about travels to beautiful parks and places we visited while working on our four parks guidebooks. I shared about the “Things I Collect” in September 2018, “The Art of Embroidery” the next month, “Games I’ve Loved” in June 2020. Other posts celebrate local places, like “Why I Love Knoxville” in April 2021, “The Beautiful Tennessee River” in May 2021, and “History of the Smokies” in June 2022.
Before 2018 began, my editor suggested, since the last of my twelve Smoky Mountain books would be published that year, that I dedicate one month all year to my twelve novels … so all of 2019’s blogs follow my first twelve books from THE FOSTER GIRLS to THE INTERLUDE. I think you’d enjoy these posts, telling how I got the ideas for these books, with photos and lots of inside facts. If you’re interested in the process of how I write my books, you might like my January 2018 post “Creating a Book” or February 2020 “How I Write.”
As I cruised through my old blog posts today to write this, I laughed over many of my posts and smiled over others. I loved remembering favorite books I loved in October 2020 in “The Armchair Traveler” and “Books About Remarkable Women” the next month in November, making me want to reread some of the titles I talked about again! Sometimes I got lyrical and inspirational with my posts, like in January 2022 in “New Year Inspirations” and in March 2023 titled “Life is Full of Opportunities.” Life is ever full of opportunities… and you have the opportunity any time you get bored or trapped inside during bad weather or illness to explore your way through my eight years of blogs to read whichever ones you might enjoy. When people say to me, “I wish you wrote more books every year” my answer now is often, “Read My Blog Posts in between.” I write something fun and free for you to read every single month. Never undervalue what is freely given.
…OBSERVE the beauty all around you and really notice the changes in nature this month. Depending on where you live, the weather will grow cooler and crisper, and the leaves, here and there, will begin to turn color to their autumn splendor. If you will slow down and stop to notice it, nature can do wonders for your mood, lifting your spirits and reminding you that there is still so much beauty in the world to enjoy. “Some old-fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat.” [Laura Ingalls Wilder] …”A walk in nature walks the soul back home” [Mary Davis]
… CALL and catch up with someone you love but haven’t talked to in some time. It’s always sweet to hear an old familiar voice of a relative or friend you once shared lovely seasons of your life with. In this busy world today where we’re often more impersonal on social media or via texting, it’s a delight to sit down in a comfortable chair in a quiet corner and just talk and laugh with someone on the phone. “Time is everlasting, but people aren’t. Keep in touch with people you love” [anonymous] “You can’t go back and change the beginning. But you can start where you are and change the ending” [C.S. Lewis]
…TRAVEL more and become an adventurer. Plan a trip, small or large, and go somewhere you’ve never been before. Be bold. Decide on some place you’d love to see or visit,… an interesting city, a state park, a quaint resort town. It can be in state, out of state, or out of country. Then research about it on the internet. Pick up books about it at the library. Get maps and brochures from a visitor center. They are lovely to mail them to you. And make your plan. Break out of the ordinary and do and see something new. “Travel brings power and love back into your life” [Rumi]. “Adventure is always worthwhile” [Aesop].
… OPEN your eyes to new opportunities this month. Get out of your comfortable and familiar patterns. Consider trying a new activity… take a class, join a club, become a volunteer, discover a new hobby, get creative with an art or craft. Find a way to use your talents. Discover a way to be a blessing. Get involved in a worthwhile effort. Don’t wait for someone else to suggest something fresh and new you can try. Step out on your own. “Opportunities don’t happen, you create them” [Chris Grosser] “Do not wait until the conditions are perfect to begin. Beginning makes the conditions perfect” [Alan Cohen].
…BARGAIN shop more, be frugal, and spend less. People spend too much money today. They buy more than they need and struggle to make ends meet. Inflation is a factor but experts say its more about poor budgeting and money management skills—not shopping wisely, over spending, and being unwilling to make do with less. Bargain and thrift shopping can save a lot of money and be fun. But truthfully, we need to stay out of debt and “Stop spending money we don’t have” [Paul Ryan]. As Will Rogers said in humor: “Too many people spend money they haven’t earned to buy things they don’t want to impress people they don’t like.”
…ENCOURAGE someone who needs it and encourage yourself, too. The world is full of critics and hatefulness today, and people are hungry for a kind and encouraging word. Be the person that smiles at strangers, that grins at your friends and makes them laugh, that tells someone with sincerity, “You’re talented. You’re smart. I know you can do it.” We could all use someone who looks for the best in us and sees the good in us, instead of the worst. “Always be generous with your encouraging words; you may find they will inspire others to be the best they can be” [Catherine Pulsifer] “It’s amazing what a little encouragement can do.” [Winnie Harlow].
…READ more. Renew your mind, recharge old knowledge you’ve forgotten. Purpose to read and learn new things every day. Strengthen your mind and the wisdom you carry. An old quote says “The moment you stop learning is the moment you start dying.” That fact is certainly true for your brain cells. They die out from disuse. If you want to stay mentally strong and powerful, read and educate yourself for all your life. Countries and its people stay strong through reading and continuing learning. “The purpose of learning is growth, and our minds, unlike our bodies, can continue growing as long as we continue to live” {Mortimer Adler] “Read to learn and read for joy” [anonymous].
On September 15th our new guidebook, TRAVELING GEORGIA PARKS, publishes. This is our fifth travel guide, including our Smokies hiking guide and it is our fourth state parks guidebook. Our first, DISCOVERING TENNESSEE STATE PARKS, started our journey of visiting state parks. We learned with that book there was no book about all of Tennessee’s parks written by someone who had visited them, only fill-in journal books or books highlighting a few parks with other content. So, we set out to visit in person every park in Tennessee so we could tell readers about all the fun things to do and see in each park in the state and we included photos from every visit, putting over 700 color photos in our book, too. The book was so successful that we began to get requests to create guidebooks for other states. This resulted in lots of lovely travels around the southeast visiting parks to create EXPLORING SOUTH CAROLINA STATE PARKS and VISITING NORTH CAROLINA STATE PARKS, and then last summer between May and the end of September we traveled all over Georgia to 66 state parks and historic sites for our new Georgia parks’ guidebook.
So many of our parks throughout America would not be here at all if it weren’t for the vision and work of President Franklin D. Roosevelt for establishing them, and we had a little chance to thank him for that when we visited the F.D. Roosevelt and Warms Springs parks near his Georgia home and found his lifelike statue at Dowdell Knob.
COASTAL GEORGIA covers the region from Savannah down to St. Mary’s near the Florida border and east across part of the southern region of the state. For this area, with the multitude of parks along or near the Atlantic Coast of the state, we rented a condo for a week in early May at St. Simons Island, Georgia, and used that point as home base for our park visits. The first park we visited was Crooked River State Park in St. Mary’s, along a tidal river leading out to the sea, and then we drove back into Florida’s 402,000-acre Okefenokee Swamp to the Stephen S. Foster Park. As you see from the photos, the park was tucked along lake and marshlands with boardwalk trails leading through cypress trees growing out of the water, with rich wildlife, birds, and alligators. Visitors can take boat tours into the swamp, stay at the park’s campgrounds or cabins and visit other areas around this ecologically diverse area. Each day after was a continual adventure as we visited at least two parks a day up the coast or inland, exploring beautiful parks like Skidaway Island State Park, Fort McAllister State Park, and a multitude of historic sites like the Reynolds Mansion on Sapelo Island, Fort Morris and Fort King George.
MIDLANDS GEORGIA spreads above the coastal region, reaching back into the heart of Georgia. There are less parks here, all more spread out, and we had a chance to travel parts of Georgia we’d never seen, often past miles and miles and miles of pine tree forests. We now know where all the telephone poles of the south come from!! In this region we discovered broad, beautiful parks tucked around scenic lakes like Jack Hill, Little Ocmulgee, and Magnolia Springs built around a historic springs that has bubbled up clear waters from below the earth for thousands of years. A favorite park here was General Coffee State Park because of its diversity. It offered campgrounds, cottages, hiking, an idyllic lake, as well as boardwalks leading back into a cypress swamp and a wonderful Heritage Farm, full of historic log cabins, barns, and farm animals.
THE SOUTHWEST REGION we visited in summer took us across the state to visit parks from Georgia’s border with Florida, like Seminole State Park, to lovely parks along Lake Eufala on the Alabama border like the George T. Bagby and Florence Marina parks to inland treasures like the huge Georgia Veterans State Park and Resort. Further north we visited parks like the F.D. Roosevelt State Park tucked in the mountains near Callaway Resort, where J.L. and I spent our honeymoon. A favorite park in this region, and certainly an unexpected one, was Providence Canyon. We felt like we were visiting the Grand Canyon out west and this unique park is called the Grand Canyon of the South and is one of Georgia’s Seven Wonders. So don’t miss visiting this one!
The NORTH MOUNTAINS region lies in the northwest section of the state, bordering Alabama and Tennessee, and it holds a large number of parks with a wide diversity. We visited parks near Atlanta like Sweetwater Creek, Chattahoochie Bend, and Red Top Mountain and others further north like James H. Floyd and the stunning Cloudland Canyon State Park with its fabulous views. A favorite mountain park we had never visited before was Fort Mountain State Park high in the Cohutta Mountains near Chatsworth. It covers over 4000 acres and offers lakeside pleasures, a fine campground, scenic overlooks, and some especially interesting hiking trails rising to excellent views.
Throughout our parks’ regions, we visited many interesting historic sites, learning so much about American history, Georgia’s own history, and about famous men and women and their accomplishments we hadn’t learned of before. I do hope that as you visit around Georgia, or in the parks in other states, that you’ll take time to see the many sites where the states work hard to preserve our history. One site we especially enjoyed visiting in the North Mountains area was the New Echota State Historic Site in Calhoun, Georgia, easy to get to from I-75 South. New Echota served as the capital of the Cherokee Nation from 1825 to 1838 and visitors can learn so much about Cherokee history here at the museum and in walking around the grounds of the original and reconstructed buildings that held significance to the Cherokee people.
Georgia’s PIEDMONT REGION, somewhat like the Midlands Region, stretches across a middle area of Georgia from the South Carolina border to areas south of Atlanta. We visited lovely Mistletoe State Park, Hard Labor Creek State Park, and a wide variety of historic parks. Two favorites were Indian Springs State Park and High Falls State Park. Indian Springs was one of the state’s first parks, established around an old natural spring beloved first by the Indians and then by visitors in the Gilded Age. You can visit the spring house, learn about this park’s rich history, and enjoy its fine lake, campgrounds, cottages, and rich amenities. High Falls State Park is only fifteen minutes away, with the highest waterfall south of Georgia, so it is easy to visit both parks in a day.
The last Georgia parks region we visited, the BLUE RIDGE REGION took us closer to our home and the familiarity of the mountains. The Blue Ridge Region has more parks than any Georgia state region and it took us two different week-long trips to visit and explore them all. Some of the parks lay near the midlands region like Fort Yargo, Don Carter, and Victoria Bryant while others nestled along South Carolina’s border or near the Tennessee and North Carolina borders. We loved the parks in this area, enjoying visiting Tallulah Gorge State Park again, Black Rock Mountain and Unicoi. Visits took us to many historic sites, too, like to the Dahlonega Gold Museum and Hardman Farm. A special favorite was our visit to Amicalola Falls State Park with its incredible 729-foot waterfall, glorious views and overlooks. The park has a new visitor center rich with displays, and the rock entrance to the Appalachian Trail Advance behind the center, where many begin the long hike 2100.9 miles of the Appalachian Trails from Georgia to Maine, is a popular spot for photos.
For every park in our Georgia guidebook, we provide clear directions to get to each park, a description of all the interesting and diverse things to do and see in every park, plus we often include a History Note when appropriate to add to your understanding about the history of that particular park, along with our photos. …. I hope you’ll order one of our new Georgia parks books and plan some visits to the state’s diverse variety of parks soon. You can purchase our other guidebooks, as well, through your favorite retailers in-store or online to the states of Tennessee, North Carolina, and South Carolina for more park adventures. J.L. and I hope you’ll enjoy your parks visits to Georgia as much as we did … and if you enjoy these guidebooks, please pop over to Barnes & Noble or Amazon to leave a review and consider buying some extra copies for Christmas gifts.
My youth and childhood were spent in America’s fifties, sixties, and seventies, and I raised my children in the seventies, eighties, and nineties. The problems in all those years, some worse as my children hit their teen and college years, seem small in comparison to problems we see today. The old Bob Dylan song of the turbulent sixties “The Times They Are A-Changin’” and its words seem truer and more relevant than ever. What can we do now to stay positive, keep from being discouraged, and not disheartened? How can we live effectively in this world situation, finding ways amid all the problems to be our best selves and to help others to live well? How can we make a difference in what seems like such a dark time with so many problems all around us?
One of the things I feel most saddened about is how the negativism and discord of our times is affecting our children. Kids shouldn’t know the deep, harsh burdens of life too soon, but today’s children are being bombarded with them. Hate, nihilism, and apathy are growing, often leaving children and teens feeling un-empowered and hopeless about their lives and their future. A certain innocence is lost when children know and experience too much harshness and reality at a young age. I guess we shouldn’t be surprised to see depression and suicide rates rising in children, along with obesity, drug abuse, and illnesses we never saw in past societies. Media, in particular, has overly exposed young children to sorrow, too much sexual knowledge, to perversions and horrors they didn’t need to see or learn of yet. Media has also kept them indoors too much, their eyes locked on phones and devices, not happily playing out of doors, laughing, running, jumping rope, riding bikes, and creating happy, imaginative games.
Many children are being forced to grow up quicker than in past, often forced to stay home alone and take care of siblings while their parents work, and allowed unmonitored access to media, unhealthy eating, and too little outdoor exercise and needed wholesome social interactions. As statistics reveal, our pace of today is taking its toll on our children. I think every generation feels misunderstood, marginalized, and disenfranchised because they are young but this time, we all know, is deeper and darker than times we grew up in. Teens look up their favorite celebrities and idols and see them partying, drinking, vulgar in actions and dress, and are drawn to emulate those idols and mimic their actions. Good role models are often harder to find in media today and children and young people are very impressionable. An immaturity, irresponsibility, and selfishness are being bred in our youth. Statistics show children are showing a lack of motivation, unrealistically pressured by forces all around them.
So, what’s the answer when we live in a troubled world, with troubled lives, and troubled kids? The answer is that we still need to be the best we can be individually, an exemplar and example. We don’t have to yield to the trouble and the darkness all around. We can be like a lighthouse shining in a dark stormy night. We can shine and keep shining out, to give others hope, to help others find their way, to be an encourager. In fact, we are needed more to shine now in these dark times than when everything is light and good. It is not the time to hide ourselves away, fearful and timid, hunched over our own devices, living life vicariously glued to television and computer screens, seldom interacting with others except in our small circles of friends and family, drifting away from wholesome social ties with neighbors, friends, church, and community.
Back to school time is a good time to think about your life. Where are you going? Are you growing and changing for the better every day, ever learning? Look at yourself in the mirror. Do you look like how you want to look? How does your soul feel? Is your heart happy? Are you giving to the world in a way that makes a difference? You have one life, one precious life to live. Don’t waste time looking back on what you have lost. Life is not meant to be travelled backwards. The life you have now, today, is the reality. You may not be able to control the direction of the wind or many things about the world, but you can adjust your sails and control your own life amidst the storm. You have so much more power and choice than you know. Eleanor Roosevelt wrote: “In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die.” Make yourself and your life beautiful.
Never give up on yourself and decide to simply “settle” with whatever life is dishing out to you. Don’t simply drift along with the norm and negativity of the day. Determine to rise to your best and be your best self no matter what is going on in the world around you. If you don’t decide on a direction and course and row your own boat with purpose, you will just drift down the stream of life, tossed by every rapid in the way, caught in every stagnant pool, taken at will to places you never wanted to go. Studies suggest only 8% of people reach their goals in life. It’s also estimated that only 3% of people set any goals and only 1% write them down. That’s tragic, considering the opportunities we all have in America, even with its problems. That means most people are just drifting through life, going where the stream of life takes them.
No wonder people are unfulfilled and unhappy, unactualized as Maslow’s findings uncovered, never realizing their own full potential. Our journey is meant to be more productive and fulfilling than that. We are meant to see vision and purpose for our lives and set out to achieve it. Often we achieve in bits and pieces, achieving one goal, then setting another higher goal, accomplishing one small dream, and then reaching for a higher one. Seeing ourselves succeed in small ways builds courage in us to reach for higher goals. People often say, “Oh, I just want the simple life.” A simple life doesn’t mean an unfulfilled, do-nothing life, a sit back and watch the world drift by life. That’s not successful living. It’s a cop out. It’s one of the lies we tell ourselves when we cease to strive, cease to try and give our best to life.
A man once told me at a book signing, with great pride, that he hadn’t read a book since high school, as though he should be given the Red Badge of Courage for not continuing to be a lifelong learner as we’re all intended to be. A lot of people envision the ultimate life for themselves as a “do nothing” life. A friend of ours was thrilled when he got on disability because that meant he would never have to work again or contribute to society, never have to do anything but pursue his own pleasures. Where do we learn these selfish desires, that we should sit back and drift through life with no goals or purpose? How do you know what God would have had for you to do and accomplish in this world? We are meant to use the talents, gifts, and skills we’ve been given.
Your own life and your own health are your responsibilities to take care of, to use wisely and well. People live so unhealthy today. They eat poorly, eat the wrong things, and do not get enough exercise and good outdoor activity and sunshine. They sit too much and grow weak in body and often greatly overweight. Excess overweight on your body negatively impacts the health of your hips, knees, ankles and feet. It crowds your organs, slows down your life and strength, keeps you from accomplishing and doing all you want to do. Carrying twenty-five pounds of excess weight daily is like hauling around five sacks of flour or a two-year-old child on your back all the time. While you carry that weight, or more, you have a higher risk for health problems and when that weight packs up to fifty pounds or more, you become a hiring risk for most any job you might want to do, with that weight damaging your good looks and appeal to others. It’s a way many people sabotage their chances for a rich, productive life today. They just don’t have the energy for it after hauling around that extra weight all day.
To be a light and beacon in the world today, you need to look like one. A beautiful lighthouse distorted in appearance or covered in graffiti is not attractive. Neither are you. If you have decided your appearance, how you look, what your weigh, how you dress, doesn’t have anything to do with your success in life you are living under a false illusion. Your attitude matters, too, and your manners. When I taught psychology courses in college, my students used to get upset at the idea that the jobs open to them, or their likelihood of getting certain jobs or being promoted in them, was directly linked not only to their education and experience but to their appearance and attitude. Somewhere along the way they had developed the concept that they should only be judged by what they were within. That may sound like a sweet ideal but it isn’t the way the world works. In all works you do, you have to deal with the public. Isn’t it simply good, practical sense to assume the public persona you develop and present should be attractive and appealing? That you should look good, dress nice, act nice, and make people glad they crossed your path?
Frankly, in most every job you’re in, and especially if you rise to a leadership position in any job or endeavor, you become an exemplar to others. Like an ambassador, you represent your occupation, your vocation, company, church, school, or civic group, even your family in how you look and how you act. You are an example and representative for them. What do you tell the world about yourself in how you look and act? What do you tell the world about your vocation, your employer, your family? It is a great deception to believe we can be anything we like, look any way we like, act any way we like, and still be respected and looked up to. So, the place to begin on being all you can be is to work on yourself. Make of yourself the best self you can be. Don’t wait for someone to encourage you to be your best. Encourage yourself. Getting in touch with your true self must be your first priority. “Change is your friend not your foe; change is a brilliant opportunity to grow” [Simon T. Bailey] …”Recognizing that you are not where you want to be is a starting point to begin changing your life.” [Deborah Day]…”Every morning, we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better.” [Alan Bonner]
The beginning to a better and more productive and happier life starts with you. So encourage yourself… and as you do so, reach out and begin to encourage others. We carry an erroneous idea of what being an encourager means. We think it means to tell someone they are sweet, good, and perfect just the way they are. We think an encourager is a sympathizer, a person who agrees with, understands, and supports our own sentiments or opinions. Wrong. An encourager is a person who inspires, uplifts, and motivates others to gain confidence and pursue their goals. The sympathizer is there with you in the mud, but an encourager throws you a rope to enable you to get out. An encourager recognizes your value and individuality but encourages you to be more. They see your potential. They see all you can be and do and they encourage you, as few do, to step forward, to dream bigger, to overcome obstacles in your path, to find and reach your full potential. Rather than discouraging you and telling you all you can’t be and all the obstacles in your path, all the difficulties in changing yourself and your direction, they encourage you to change and to always reach deeper and higher.
As summer draws to a close with August moving in and September soon to come, think about your life… how you’re loving yourself and loving the world. Back to school time is a good time to think about what you’re doing with your life. Where are you going? Are you growing and changing for the better every day, ever learning? Look at yourself in the mirror. Do you look like how you want to look? How does your soul feel? Is your heart happy? Are you giving to the world in a way that makes a difference? You have one life, one precious life to live. Don’t waste time looking back on what you have lost. Life is not meant to be travelled backwards. The life you have now, today, is the reality. You may not be able to control the direction of the wind or many things about the world, but you can adjust your sails. You have so much more power and choice than you know. “In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die.” [Eleanor Roosevelt] Make yourself and your life beautiful.
That old song “You can’t be a beacon if your light don’t shine” has a spiritual note, too. As a person of faith, who walks close to God, I can assure you that God wants you to shine strong, sweet, true, and good in this dark world. He will help you, too, if you begin to reach out and ask for His help. But He won’t do it for you. He won’t fix it for you. “Faith without works is dead” [James 2:14] and God expects your full effort and cooperation in the process of making you all you should be and could be in this one precious life you have. God will help you to become your best self. He created us and knows the best way and plan for our lives, so He will naturally strengthen, encourage, and help you in the journey to be all you can be in life. God will intervene and renew and help even in situations that seem desolate and too hard to us. From Genesis on in the Bible, God said “Is anything too hard for the Lord?” [Genesis 18:14], reminding us that God’s help can be a great asset in becoming our best in this life, in encouraging ourselves in a dark world, in encouraging others, and in being a light and exemplar in our world.
The times may be a changin’, the times may be dark, but you can always change yourself for the best if you will, you can always learn, grow, and seek to know more, you can always encourage yourself and encourage others, too. It’s never too late for good change, to envision and build dreams and goals and to work for them, to live a good and satisfying life. The idea that it’s too late will always be a mental barrier and be assured that others will try to tell you of all the reasons your dreams and goals won’t succeed. Don’t listen. Don’t dwell on missed opportunities or problems of the past. Take courage, Take action. Let this coming year be your year for change. You can do it. You are not here in this life to be mediocre. …Believe in yourself and you’re halfway there. …”If we did the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves.” [Thomas Edison]… And remember, what you have to give, the world needs….”Don’t let anyone dim your light. You were born to shine” [Kirsten Ferguson].
Lin Stepp 