I MARRIED GEORGE

Back in the 1970's someone in First Class on a plane kept insisting Rod was George Harrison and Rod kept telling them no....Rod doesn't even have a British accent.  The person kept insisting and finally Rod just said yes to shut them up.

I wish I had a picture of him from the late sixties when the guys at work used to call him Spock

Me and Cher and Sally Field

Ok......I wrote this two years ago..yesterday I posted it on a friends page in response to a post on The Kennedy Center Honors and how well Cher looked. Sharing with the rest of you since I just celebrated my birthday last week. Hope you enjoy. Me and Cher and Sally Field By Sandy Abold I remember when we all turned fifty Together twenty years ago. Born in the first year of the Baby Boom We were raised by parents Who were kids of The Great Depression. Micky Mouse Club Davey Crockett Bambi And Ole Yeller. American Bandstand You are Good Morning Starshine And I am The Dawning of Aquarius WOW “We come a long way, Baby!” Adulthood, real adulthood 1980’s, 90’s, Turn of the Century. Two Thousand Tens Loosing Friends. God bless us, Ladies.

ME AND CHER AND SALLY FIELD ( and apparently Linda Ronstadt, too!) I remember when we all turned fifty Together twenty some years ago Born in the first year of the Baby Boom. We were raised by parents Who were kids of The Great Depression. Micky Mouse Club, Davey Crockett, Bambi, And Ole Yeller. American Bandstand You are Good Morning Starshine I am The Dawning of Aquarius WOW “We've come a long way, Baby!” Adulthood, real adulthood 1980’s, 90’s, Turn of the Century. Two Thousand Tens Loosing Friends. Happiness and Tears We've made it for A Lot More Years God bless us, Ladies.

HENRY CLAY PEARSON

 Henry Clay Pearson

Private, Co. C - Mosby's Rangers - 43rd Battalion Virginia Cav.
Was known as one of Mosby's mountaineers, undertaker, dentist and whiskey maker for State of Virginia. Wounded in Action in Civil War. Helped build the Cool Springs Methodist Church in Fauq. Cool Springs Methodist Church had been used by Mosby's men to hold prisoners until they could be taken to the Richmond prison. Enl. 2/2/1864 for the war by William H. Chapman in Fauquier County. Present on Jan - Feb 1864 Muster Roll; Appears 4th qtr. 1864 Clothing Receipt Roll; Paroled 4/22/1865 at Winchester. Age 20, 5'11", light complex., light hair, grey eyes, Appears on 1898 roster of Confederate soldiers for Marshall District., Fauquier Co. Lived in Delaplane in 1895. Contractor living in Gainsville in 1909. Attended the 1895 reunion in Marshall. Died 1/5/1933. Buried: Cool Springs Methodist Church., Delaplane, Fauquier Co., VA.

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An article on Capital Airlines from The Evening Star Newspaper in the 1950's.

SAND SOUP

When we lived in South San Francisco, California Rod used to go dig clams at Linda Mar Beach in Pacifica.  They were actually cherry cockles that thrived in the sand and among the rocks on the coast.  The purpose was to make clam chowder or sand soup as Rod calls it.  You bring them home in a pail and set them in the garage and feed them cornmeal for a couple of days while the clams release all the sand that's inside them.  That way when you can make your chowder it won't be gritty.

I came home from work one day and didn't know Rod had been clam digging and walked into the house and went to the garage door and opened the door from the kitchen side.  What I saw was all these long necks sticking straight up over the top of the pail in the dark and Snap! they disappeared as soon as the light hit them.  Surprised the heck out of me!

When we make clam chowder we make it like making potato soup with cut up potatoes and cream and salt and pepper and onions and a little bacon and a little garlic for flavoring and of course clams.  The clams are steamed separately and added to the chowder base.  Delicious.

SNOW STORM Winter 1958

The winter of 1958 I was in 5th grade at Fairview School at Fairfax Station and living on Popes Head Road which was the first road on the right after you passed The Country Club of Fairfax heading towards Occoquan.  They were calling for a snow storm and Mom dressed my sister and I in the warmest school clothes we had which for me was a brown wool skirt and a sweater with bobby sox, we weren't a knee socks family and tights hadn't come in fashion yet.  I don't remember if it was snowing when the school bus picked us up but I watched the snow building up on the hedge outside the windows of my school room.  They finally closed Fairfax County schools and we boarded the school bus to go home. Our route home was through Fairfax Station, those kids walked to school, to drop off Jackie Lambert and the Posey twins down Fairfax Station Road which ends at Cholchester Road just up from the Bunny Man Bridge.  There was no great horror tale of the Bunny Man back then I'd never heard of him nor had my Mother who lived in Clifton while she was going to Fairfax High School.  I think the story originated in the 1970's.  That part of Colchester at that time wasn't paved it was still gravel and just as we turned right onto Colchester and pulled up the hill the bus slid off the road into a bank.  Some older boys on the bus got off and some started walking and some helped the driver and I don't know how they got us unstuck but they did.  When we finally started again we dropped off the kids in Vannoy Park at the corner of Colchester and Popes Head and headed down Popes Head.  My Mom had walked over to the bus stop in front of Nancy Dolingers and waited with Mrs. Dolinger and Debbie Lyons' mom, and Rilla Washington's Mom.  When we finally got there Mom and my little brother got on the school bus and rode the quarter mile to our house.

Here's more from later that day....My Dad worked for Capital Airlines at National Aiport and had a part time job at Mundy's Esso Station at the corner of Main and Payne Streets in the "Town of Fairfax".  Payne Street is what Rt. 123/Chain Bridge Road/Ox Road was called inside the town in those days and was named after the Payne Family who owned Hope Park Plantation on Popes Head Road in Colonial times.   Dad was working that evening when a soldier that was stationed at the Nike Site on Popes Head and was hitch hiking back to base stopped in. They must have closed the station early that night because I remember when my dad got home as I ordinarily would have been in bed. Anyway they took my Dad's green 1954 Chevy and drove down 123 to Popes Head and made it down as far as the bridge at Popes Head Creek but just could't make it over the one lane bridge and up the the hill. As a grownup I was always afraid of sliding into the pond that was on the other side of the bridge.  The soldier didn't have very far to walk from the bridge the first enrance to the Nike site was just over the top of the hill but Dad had a lot farther to go.  I'll never forget the kitchen door bursting open and my dad falling on the floor exhausted from trudging in knee deep snow from the bridge.  We still had power at this point but lost it over night and Dad cooked breakfast on the two cylinder camp stove we had for emergencies.  Heat for the house was from the fireplace in the living room.  The next day Dad, Mom, me, Linda, my little brother, and our boxer dog Mack (Mackie Boy I can't wait to see you again in heaven)  walked over the road to Kemp Mattingly's country store for bread and stuff and neighbors joined us on the way.  The store was there even into te 1980's and my daughter and her friends all called it "Popes Head Mall".  My parents were young as were the neighbors on the road and we a pretty merry group.  We walked in the tracks of cars that had been able to get over the road that morning.  My best memory from that snowstorm is laying on a rug in front of the fire and reading "The Boxcar Children".