Time Traveller

Took a long weekend and flew down to Nashville to see Arnie and go on a road trip. One of my most favorite forms of entertainment. We drove, that is to say he drove and I was a passenger, on a sweet road trip to Lynchburg, Tn where we took a tour of the Jack Daniels distillery. i haven't drunk bourbon since I was at Sweet Briar and overdid to such an extent that I have never drunk bourbon since. You get the point about overdoing since that was more than a couple of years ago. But there was no problem there since this famous distillery is in a dry county! Then we had lunch at Miss Bobo's Boarding House which is a quaint little money machine that functions like an off shoot of Disney world. You have to book in advance, pay your money upfront and then sit with a hostess who makes the 10 or 12 other strangers at the table behave. It's quite fascinating. Just unfortunate that the food is not fascinating...then we drove on to Sewanee, Tenn, home of the University of the South And the countryside was lush and gorgeous with amazing rolling hills and mini mountains. We were following a travel prescription of a Nashville friend who suggested that we end up in the Inn on the grounds of the Assembly of God Chitauqua. (How do you spell that?) Wonderful old houses in this community that was orignally a gathering for religious denominations to come together to study religion. Any religion. Very old timey and very calm. It would have been a good place to know about when Kate was little because kids can walk around, bike and play with the sense that they are safe and secure in this community. Chebeague is like this, too

But perhaps the nicest part of the weekend beside a devinely trashy fried chicken lunch at the Monteagle dine, was that we met a really nice couple from Nashville that we will see again. Bravo for us.

And then just before we left I thought we should swing over to see Sewanee because I had this idea that it had some place in my family history. Which indeed it did. My grandfather according to Wikipedia was the rector of the church at Sewanee from 1922 through 1938. That's a long time. And then he became a bishop. but as we were there looking at the stained glass window of him in his memory it occured to me that my mother had worked for my grandfather at Sewanee after she broke her engagement to my Dad the first time. So it's not surprising that it had resonance for me.

We also learned about more Bourbon road trips. But that's a story for another day