Tag, you’re it!

 tagged me for the meme that asks you to disclose eight new facts about yourself. In response, I’ve created a pictorial essay — postcards from eight places my father held revival meetings when I was a child. If you’re procrastinating interested, take a peek behind the cut.







Clockwise from top left: Michigan, Texas, Oregon, Pennsylvania, California. Missouri, Louisina, Baltimore (Specific locations and actual eras may differ from photo depictions.)

Hmm…who’s next? I tag everyone from the 

community, plus anyone else who wants to chime in. If you’re more inclined to follow directions than I am, here’s how you play:
1. Include the rules of this meme at the beginning of your post.
2. Reveal 8 fascinating facts about yourself.
3. At the end of your entry, list 8 victims people you’ve chosen to continue the meme.
4. Leave a comment on their blogs, to let them know that they have been tagged.

53 Comments

    • Okay, so now I’m embarrassed. I meant to include a postcard from Missouri. Sheesh. I made the change.

      While we’re not geographically connected, I’d like to believe we’re linked in other, more important ways. 🙂

    • It’s a must-see, isn’t it? And whoa, some interesting things happened on that highway! One time, we saw an old woman walking backward down Route 66. She told us she was going to face west on her entire journey to the East Coast. Trippy.

      • Yes! And all those diners that haven’t changed their signage (and some their prices) since 1955. You just can’t get that kind of experience driving 10 or 40.

        • Mmmm, authentic diners. Don’t you love ’em? They’re so much more intimate and interesting than what you find in the glossy, manufactured eateries we have out here.

          • Yes! And talk about tasty–though not always. But when they are….I think the best bowl of soup I’ve had in a decade was at a truck stop in the midlands of Texas, last year when I drove there. And that bowl, the soup ovbiously freshly made, cost a dollar and twenty-five cents. You can’t even get coffee for that in CA any more.

          • Oh, how those two words send waves of longing through me. I love nothing better than a good three to ten thousand mile drive…I had so much fun driving to Texas and back in Feb 2006.

            Wooo!

          • Someday, we should swap stories over lunch. At a diner. On Route 66.

            You can drive, if you’d like, ’cause I like to put my feet up on the dashboard, lean back in my seat, and admire the scenery.

            Alternatively, and maybe just as fun, we could “do lunch” in SoCal. You live around these parts, right?

          • I’ve been holding this reply for days: first I had to get this hellish school year parked, and now I have to get the detritus of us cleared and get rid of this flu, but yeah! Bring it on!

          • Congratulations on finishing the school year! Your next order of business has to be taking care of yourself, so you can get over the flu. When you’re ready, shoot me an email and we’ll plan something fun. I’m looking forward to it!

            newport2newport AT gmail DOT com

      • Yes! And all those diners that haven’t changed their signage (and some their prices) since 1955. You just can’t get that kind of experience driving 10 or 40.

    • LOL — that’s not the half of it! We criss-crossed the country several times.

      How are you doing, Mighty Dot? I’ve been thinking about you lately. Good thoughts and all best wishes, of course. 🙂

        • All things considered, it’s no surprise, is it? You need time to restore your spirit and imagination. I know…been there, done that, have a drawerful of t-shirts to prove it. If you ever want to talk, send me an email and I’ll call you. xoxo

    • LOL — that’s not the half of it! We criss-crossed the country several times.

      How are you doing, Mighty Dot? I’ve been thinking about you lately. Good thoughts and all best wishes, of course. 🙂

  1. I love it Melodye! Too bad you never made it up to New England.

    When the kids were little(after we sold the house in South Reading) I tried to convince my husband to buy a Winnebago and travel to see the country. If we got short of cash, stop in a little town and work for awhile but… sadly it never came to pass. I’d still do it but can’t drive and don’t know anybody that has enough gypsy blood in them who would be willing to go along on such a trip and do the driving. Too bad I couldn’t get a publisher to foot the bill as I traveled here and there on the little known back roads.

    • Oh, those were but a few of the places we traveled — eight, to be exact. LOL.

      I’m not much for long road trips any more. I got my fill back then. However, I do enjoy shorter journeys with friends. 🙂

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