Dad’s mantra, “never go home the same way you went” was acted on in a big way on this 1958 trip. We went southeast from Ft. Worth to Port Arthur, Texas, on the Gulf of Mexico, where we spent some time on a beach. I brought home one of the largest conch shells I have seen in some time, with a decal declaring its Texas origin. It sat on my dresser through high school. Now it is displayed with smaller seashells and other mementos from vacations, as a fitting tribute to the foundational experience my parents gave me for road trips all my life.
Texas Seashell 1958
Cup from Grandmother Lewis' Wellhouse
Smooth Water at Indian Boundary Lake on a Winter Day, Cherrokee National Forest, February 4, 2024
Asbury United Methodist Church, East Knox County, Tennessee, February 18, 2024
