My life is so completely different now, I almost feel like I should start this whole blog over, but I'll always be Rhapsody, I guess. So let me at least start this year over ( Read more... )

My dad graduated high school in Pennsylvania. He started a semester of college, but before he could finish, my grandfather retired from the Navy, and the family decided to move home. Having nothing he couldn't live without in Pennsylvania, dad shrugged and moved back to Tennessee with his parents and his brother. They moved in a nice house in a ( Read more... )

Dads apartment is now empty, his worldly belongings stashed in my mothers basement for an estate sale toward the end of the month. As we moved it all in, we laughed at the irony, most of this stuff was moved out of that basement during the divorce ( Read more... )

My father died this morning, a heart attack. My uncle called me at 6:39 with the news ( Read more... )

Life is up and down, happiness and pain, and unpredictable.

My father in law passed in his sleep this morning.

When my baby sister, Caitlyn, was ten, she started taking riding lessons down at Four Winds, which was a family owned (in the family for years) riding and training barn. She liked it well enough that she decided she wanted her own horse. Our family has never been made of money like a lot of the kids she had lessons with, and mom told her that ( Read more... )

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Above is a link to the real estate site for the house that my great-grandparents lived in, they moved in sometime during the late fities or early sixties. It is the house that my great grandfather, ( Read more... )

Oh, yeah. That's all I need, my mother telling me to watch my language on my FB ( Read more... )

At some time, my husband and my sister were both at my mom's house while I was at work, when the phone rang. My mother answered it, and it soon became obvious it was a telemarketer. They were trying to sell vacations ( Read more... )

When my grandfather's father was a boy, his mother died in childbirth. Unable to care for Papaw John and his brothers, Grandfather Horace sent the boys to his brothers house, in Athens, TN. They were raised there for six years or more, and attended Pond Hill Baptist Church every Sunday. Grandma Sarah and the baby are buried in that cemetery. ( Read more... )