Originally Posted by PrincessFiona60
1. If you could, would you open a restaurant and what would you call it?
2. Where are you and Glenn going for your next trip on the motorcycle?
3. Who is your hero and why?
Hmmm. Funny you should ask this first question because many, many years ago my late husband, Buck, and I did hope to open a restaurant.
This isn't something my current husband, Glenn, would endorse. Only because of our age and our state of "retirement," which Glenn says (retirement) is important. Neither would I because retirement is too awesome without being tied down to something like a "job" like a restaurant.
At any rate, Buck and I had contracted for an old historic home (circa 1790), complete with dirt floors in the slave areas, and more other unique historic bits.
We were going to call it "The Grail at Greenwood" because it was originally called Greenwood and it was going to be our holy "grail." Lots of things happened to prevent us from pursuing our goal, but we had the dream.
When we moved to Kentucky to our historic home, we considered turning it into a bed-and-breakfast venue, but our age and energy level was more the reason so, for me the dream, at least, has been pursued. No regrets. At least we had the dream and, in a small way, gave it a shot.
Next question? Where are Glenn and I going on our Harley for our next trip?
Again...hmmm. Not sure. We've considered lots of places and are thinking about traveling the Blue Ridge Parkway. Before that, we really need to take the scenic route to Lexington to see Glenn's daugher, her husband and 1-year-old daughter. So many places....so little time.
Wanna see "Old Blue," as we call the Harley, check this out
Who is my hero?
Without a doubt...my father.
I really didn't get a chance to know him very well. I married and left home when I was 19 and he died when I was 24, but he set the most awesome example and taught me so many things that were important.
He was a physician and I had the opportunity to be on hand to observe him in the operating room for many a minor surgery. One in particular stands out in my mind and gave me a guide on how to live better with my fellow man.
He was performing a gallbladder surgery on a very,very obese lady. This was in the early '60s and the lady was black. The circulating nurse was rather opinionated and, I think racist, and made some rather rude remark about the patient's size and race, mostly her race. My daddy had no tolerance for this sort of thing and pointed out to the nurse as he opened the patient's abdomen that, "You'll notice, Miss.... that we're all the same color on the inside.
I can't tell you the impression this made on me. I knew my daddy was a loving, tolerant, equitable man, but this drove it home in only a few words.
He taught me so much about nature (trees, flowers, etc.), how to "excuse/tolerate" those who are jerks who think they are bigger than they really are and, best of all, he taught (showed, really) what true compassion is.
He set an example that I don't think I'll ever come close to, but I am so happy to have had him to set it for me to achieve.