ONE

At the stroke of midnight we all gave a mighty cheer and the date suddenly was 1-1-11 ! We’ll not see that happen again in our lifetimes !

We had all gathered at Betty’s sister’s home to play domino’s and ring in the New Year. After a large meal of Ham and all of the trimmings imaginable, everyone retired to the living room where we all caught up on what’s been going on. The air was filled with rapid fire chatter, children commenting on their Nintendo DS stuff and stories about loved ones that weren’t with us this year. Then it happened, the sharp sound of the large box of double twelve dominoes being dumped out on the kitchen table. All else ceased. It was “game on !” It was time for full contact Mexican train dominos.

I shot a few photos the next morning during breakfast, you know, the “morning after’ kind of pix. After all of the dust had settled. Here is a look.

Chocolate gravy a’ simmerin’ on the stove.

Home made jelly fer’ them cathead biscuits.

Golden brown catheads, straight from the oven.

Chocolate gravy and “sawmill” gravy. He, he, he, now, that’s a’ livin’ large !

Coffee black and hot.

Wicks trimmed and filled with coal oil, they are fully functional as well as decorative.

Then there is the Mustang GT in the driveway. Let’s see, there’s all of this  very laid back antique stuff in the house, then, outside in the driveway, a muscle car, with manual transmission, and a personalized license plate !