A journey
Seventeen years ago, I started thinking about riding in a fundraiser for breast cancer called the Pony Express. I had been inspired the summer of 1998 when the PE ride came through Seattle. I don’t think I had yet bought my 1981 R65 BMW.
This is what a stoned doggie looks like, several hours later and after a visit to the vet because we thought she had gone blind. Or something.
Edwin “Earl” Gill, 87, of Dawson died on Saturday, December 5, 2015 at Willson Hospice House in Albany. A memorial service will be held on Wednesday, December 9, 2015 at 3:00 p.m. at the Pleasant Hill Baptist Church.
Earl was born February 20, 1928 in Ft. Gaines, Georgia, son of the late Emmett Clifford Gill and Tamzy Hasty Gill. He was a veteran of the U.S. Navy, serving from 1946 to 1947.
On my birthday, no less.
Today is the fourth anniversary of my mother’s death. I still miss her, but I can and do laugh at some of my memories!
She was a pistol, as we say in the south. She drove a powder puff stock car, could make an adding machine run hot (her fingers were so fast), carried a small caliber pistol in the VW glovebox and loved her Coca-Cola. Housekeeping was not high on her list of priorities (I inherited that). She never met a stranger (I inherited that, too) and had an incredible green thumb (not so much, that one, but I try).