Granny's Pantry # 38: The Christmas Train--Annual Tradition

This Christmas Fun rates right on up there with climbing the Himalayas in search of Yeti or dragging the Scottish lochs for Nessie (in perhaps only my humble opinion).  I love and look forward all year to the next Denton Farm Park Country Christmas Train! 

from http://dentonfarmpark.com/country-christmas-train/

[Please don't tell anyone about this place, because if no one else knows, it won't get too crowded and feel like Disney World. (But judging by the line to ride the train this year...the story is already out as this place just might have been featured in NC's Our State magazine.]

It's definitely better to go Dickens' Early (as it has been called), so that you are in place in line for tickets at least 1/2 hour before the gate opens...just in case.  The lights in the lane are better in the dark, but don't take a chance...get on in there before the selfish people do!

This is not your granny's train ride. I'm not telling what all you will see in your once-around-the-park trip...but it will be moving, and fun and inspirational and you might even shed a tear (it has happened). Just keep a close eye out and be prepared to stop mid-ride. [These folks "get" what real Christmas is all about.] 
You will want to have dinner in the exhibit shed--this time it is a bit like a meal at granny's---complete with chicken dumplings and cornbread if you want it.  Do not pass up the General Story and Post Office. They have bottled cokes and little packets of marshmallows that you roast over a fire outside!

There is a petting zoo, pony rides, old grist mill, vintage radio store, doll museum, shoe shop, and old filling station with little cartons of cotton candy in an incredible number of intriguing flavors.

There is a cookie shop and even Santa's House for pictures. And something that looks a lot like an "excabator" for a certain little boy. 

But do not misunderstand. This is Not Disney World. This little place is like going back 50+ years, and that's why it is so special. This is rural Davidson County Country Christmas--oh my heart!

Personal favorites:    

• The Myers Garage--replica of Bobby Myers Garage (former NASCAR driver and father of "Chocolate" Myers)

• The Reid Plantation--restored farm house, threshing barn, old kitchen, and other buildings moved from their original site on Cabin Creek off of the Yadkin River (decorated for the season)      
  

• The Old Jackson Hill Church--best.place.ever.--moved to this location from Jackson Hill, NC (down the road from Granny's house).
  
  
   
  Hear a Christmas story and singing by the Hill-Stuart Family---"Beautiful Star" has never sounded so good! 
  
  And if it is celebrities you want?  Here you go....

  

  Batman! (not sure little boys were impressed)

  And these folks were such VIPs that no one would tell me who they were.
  
  You never know with whom you are rubbing elbows. Should have tried to get autographs!
  
  And I'm fairly certain that You-Know-Who was sitting next to me on the train...
  
  the Big Man in Red with the Beard himself!  
  
  What do you think?  Ho!Ho! Ho! 
         Thankful for Christmas Fun! 
  
  Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning. (James 1:17)
  
  
  
  

Granny's Pantry # 37: Finding Misenhiemer

Once upon a time we were riding down a side street in the tiny hamlet of Misenhiemer, NC. The "we" was likely me, Janie, Ruthie, and Mama (Virginia). We came upon a cottage-style house that was clearly uninhabited, but clearly a "house of interest"--one that you would buy immediately. So, rather immediately, we called the realtor listed on the sign. The price was...to say the least...astounding! For the house (never mind that the kitchen roof was falling in) and the land around it, complete with 5 outbuildings and a well) the owner wanted $6,500.00.  (Yes, the decimals are in the right place.)
And so, "we" (that would be Janie and me) quickly called our respective husbands to see if we could wrangle "a deal."  This was rather early on in our marriages, finances being what they were, and the fact that the roof was caving in, the tandem responses came back..."No Deal!"   
Oh well. It was a good idea at the time....wait...is that Aunt Ruthie crawling into the realtor's van (rolling office?) and writing a check?  It was...it really was. She bought it!

And so, the Misenhiemer House, or the "Holiday House" as it came to be called, came into the Cole family. Move ahead about $50,000 in renovations [it would have likely remained with the roof caved in had Janie and I bought it!], and here is a peek at the place today. 

corn crib

barn

smoke house

chicken boxes

machine shop? granary?

and buzzard roost

out house

Some parts of the old house, built by a Culp relative, could stand more attention, it's true.  But we've had some good times here. 

For every house is built by someone,
but the builder of all things is God. 

(Hebrews 3:4)

Granny's Pantry # 36: New Peacocks at High Rock

You've heard the saying,"While everything changes, everything remains the same, as well" (Aristotle). That's the way things seem to be at High Rock these days. Granny and Granddaddy Cole are gone, as are Uncle Brooks and Aunt Lorene. Ruthie and Virginia (Bid/Aunt Martha) have moved to Fuquay. 

Tommy is keeping the stove warm inside the house, and Brooksie is re-working the grounds. The place is by no means deserted. But without anyone from the generation before mine in residence, High Rock feels a bit...empty. Everything changes, yes.

They were shy, making good pictures hard to get.

And then up walks the new white and gray peacock ladies, and...although different...everything remains the same. As was reported in Granny's Pantry #35, there was a rumor of new peacocks coming to High Rock. The rumor was truth. There are four new ones (all white or gray), two are females, and they are incredibly beautiful. 

Standing just outside of the well house

No, not the same as the flashy, kaleidoscopic old birds...that are still in residence...but no less breathtaking. 

 

Also, there is a new generation that is finding High Rock as intriguing as we all have. Gunner kept insisting that he wanted to see "The Excavator," and his G kept telling him that the excavator was "gone." He and Duncan played on the trailer in the barn lot and hid in the hay bales, 

 

and suddenly...there it was...sticking up over the tops of the trees out in the lane..."The Excavator," after all!  (In reality, it was a track hoe, but that was of little consequence to them.) These little boys may have climbed under the big downed oak to get to it, 

  and they also may have climbed on it just to say they did. 

Thank you, Uncle Wiggly, for that moment of delight.

May many more generations find this special place hidden between the Yadkin River and the Flat Swamp Mountains in Piedmont, NC. 

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.  (James 1:17)