Nova Scotia


Boston Commons

This past summer Linda and I celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary traveling 13 days to Nova Scotia.  We drove our car (Subaru Forrester) where we first stopped in Boston and visited our youngest son Forrest and his wife Laura for a couple of days before driving up to Portland, ME and taking the ferry to Yarmouth, NS.  In Portland, we did a little sightseeing by visiting galleries, donut and bakery shops and a local bank exchanging US currency for Canadian money.  After our 5 hour ferry ride, we arrived in Yarmouth that evening where we had reserved a lovely Airbnb only 5 minutes from the ferry. At first, we had a little trouble figuring out the lock box but after a short panic (knowing our cell phones wouldn’t work); it magically opened revealing the house key.  We had a nice rest that night and in the morning we took a walk on the historic trail in downtown Yarmouth (a small fishing village).  It was a quaint town with lots of little shops and we even saw a large yacht named “Georgia” moored at the docks.   After our morning jaunt, we checked out of our abode and began the drive up the eastern shore where we stopped at Kejimkujik National Park enjoying a spectacular seaside walk to the Atlantic Ocean.  We then drove to the town of Lunenburg, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, where we visited several art galleries.  We bought some bad coffee in one shop but nevertheless the town had been a wonderful experience.  We then drove to the famous picturesque lighthouse at Peggy’s Cove where it sits majestically on gray rounded rocks.  We took lots of photos before eating dinner at the Peggy’s Cove restaurant not 100 yards from the scenic lighthouse.  I ordered English fish and chips.


Peggy’s Cove

By now it was around 6:30 so we headed up to Halifax, about an hour drive, where we had booked a hotel near the Halifax Citadel.  It was an older hotel with tiny rooms but the owners were quite friendly.  After a good night’s sleep, we got up, ate our complimentary breakfast, and then walked to the Citadel and a stroll through the lovely Halifax Public Gardens.   After this 2 hour walk we stopped at a Jewish Deli right across the street from our hotel where we got a “to go” meal to eat later.  We then drove to the nearby Halifax docks where we parked and walked along the nice boardwalk there. We stopped and visited the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic which was quite educational with lots of boats, models of ocean liners, and the remnants of the tragic Halifax explosion of 1917 where two ships had collided, one of which was filled with ammunition for World War I.  They said it was one of the largest explosions in the world up to that time.  Before leaving Halifax, we stopped at a local park where there were lots of children playing and we ate our kosher deli goodies.  Our next adventure was to the tiny town of Englishtown, NS (on Cape Breton Island) about a 5 hour drive.  We had booked another Airbnb and after a lovely dinner at the nearby Cedar House Bakery and Restaurant (I had seafood stew) we settled in for the night at our Englishtown dwelling.  In the morning, we got up early to take the puffin tour with Donelda’s Puffin Tour.  It was a wonderful 3 hour tour to bird island where we saw thousands of birds frolicking in the water and cliff sides.  Of course we saw the cute little puffins and even a couple of bald eagles.



After our 3 hour boat tour, we drove the Cabot Trail (famous and only road) through Cape Breton Highlands National Park stopping at the many beautiful places.  We did a few short hikes in this striking park seeing waterfalls, homesteads, bogs, and lots of rocky shoreline.  We exited the park at Cheticamp, NS where we stayed at an Airbnb on the shore of the Gulf of Saint Lawrence.  We ate at a nice restaurant (suggested by our hosts) which featured live folk music; it was the perfect atmosphere for Celtic sounds.  When we awoke in the morning it was raining and we found out that our booked whale watching tour was cancelled due to high winds, so we packed up our belongings and headed to our next destination of Saint John, New Brunswick.  We arrived at Saint John around 5:00 staying at a hotel that was once a huge old historic home right downtown.  We settled in our luxurious room for a short time before heading out to walk through the historic downtown area.  We stopped at the old Saint John City Market and then walked around the docks examining the highest tides in the world, the Bay of Fundy.  Afterwards, we found a nice little eclectic place for dinner before heading back to our room for the night.  In the morning we drove to the Reversing Falls Park (tide was going out), the Carleton Martello Tower National Historic Site, and the Irving Nature Park. At the nature park, we hiked a loop trail about 3 miles in length.  At one spot, we stopped and drew the mud-flats as the tide was starting to change.  As a side note, for our trip we had taken some watercolor paper and colored pencils and stopped to draw several times during our adventure.  After our pictorial hike in Irving Park, we decided to make a quick trip back to the Reversing Falls where we now saw the St. John River go backwards.  Watching the water rise was fascinating and there were lots of cormorants feeding in the rushing water. We then made a quick stop for lunch at Subway before starting our drive to the good ole USA in Maine.  At the US border, we stopped at a chocolate shop and spent all our remaining Canadian money on chocolate! Thankfully the border crossing was not that crowded, as we were only the fifth car in line.  The US border guard did ask us if we had any alcohol or tobacco, which we said, “no” but I must have looked guilty as he wanted to look in our cooler in the Forrester cargo space.  Of course, you have a quick panic inside wondering if they will find that rock you picked up along the way, ha!  Actually, for me, it was a little clay from the mudflats. Our next destination was a short drive to Deer Isle, ME where we stopped to visit with Linda’s sister Suzanne, staying a couple of days on the scenic island.  It was then back to Boston and back to the mountains of Southwest Virginia having driven 3156 miles where we both said it was time to take a rest from our vacation!


Yarmough, NS Airbnb


Halifax Public Gardens


Englishtown, NS


Replica Old Celtic House


Waterfall in Cape Breton National Park


Saint John Hotel Entrance


Bay of Fundy, Saint John, NS


Dinner in Saint John


Reversing Falls (Tide Going Out)


Mud Flats at Irving Park (Tide Coming In)


Anniversary Toast at Forrest and Laura’s Home



I have wanted to write this since my Godmother, Gaye Kitchens, passed away about a month ago.  I am not sure even where to start but let’s start with Gaye being my second mother, one of the most important women in my life.  I saw Gaye all the time, her and my mom where best friends.  The story on how they met goes something like this.  My parents had moved to Atlanta from St. Louis, Missouri as the company my dad was working for called Mundet Cork transferred him to Atlanta. They moved into an apartment off DeKalb Avenue in Decatur, Georgia and my mom had a job up the road about 3 miles.  Every morning my mom would stand at the bus stop to take a bus to work.  One day, Gaye and Charles stopped by and said “hello, we noticed you live in the same apartments as we do and that you catch a bus everyday in the same direction we are going.  Where are you going?”  After my mom told them about 3 miles up the road they said “we go that way every day, we could give you a ride if you want.”  The rest ended up being a lifelong friendship and Gaye and Charles became my Godparents and their youngest son Jeff became my parents Godson.  So, it is hard for me not to think of Gaye all the time.  She was at every one of my birthdays growing up. She always gave me a birthday present even when I was older.  She loved me like a son.  She had this incredible kindness about her.  I always remember she had a smile, probably why I smile so much.  I started thinking, I never heard her yell or raise her voice at me, never.  She had this beautiful laugh, not really a chuckle, but a soft laugh that made you want to laugh.  Our families went on vacations together.  My most memorable vacations with them was to Callaway Gardens in South Georgia.  They would rent two cabins next to each other and our families would golf, swim, and eat together.   At one point she worked for my dad as a secretary.  My dad had an office in our home and I saw her many times a day especially during the summer.  When I went out and came home, Gaye would be there.  It is hard to express how much she really meant to me.  Someone who helped mold me into a better person, someone, like my mother, who loved me unconditionally.  I know I didn’t tell her enough how much she meant to me but I do know that her kindness is in me and I share that same kindness now with others.

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Gaye (on the right) and my mom kissing me.  Not sure when this was taken or for what occasion.


Linda handed me this photo and said do you want to keep this? I replied yes. I just scanned it and did some adjustments since the original was faded. It is hard to write about this photo. It is a photo of my best friend from grade school and high school who died 26 years ago at the age of 35 of a brain aneurysm. It still hurts knowing he is not around to talk to. As kids, we did so much together.  Funny how you can become lifelong friends. I first met George in Atlanta near where we lived in a neighborhood called Breckenridge off of Lavista Road near Northlake Mall.  When I was about 11, me and a friend named Steve Tidwell were walking down the street near his home when we ran into George walking down the street.  It turned out he had just moved here from Alaska and lived in the next cul da sac.  Who remembers exactly how it all started but I do remember we called each other “mother fuckers”  and the next thing I knew we were wrestling on the ground fighting.   It ending fairly quickly, no one got hurt, and we went our separate ways.  Before long, not sure when, we started hanging out together and found that we had a lot of fun playing together.  The rest was a long friendship until he died.  This photo shows George in uniform on the North Dekalb Rebel football team.  We both played together on this team; he was the running back and I was the center.  I could go on and on telling stories about our adventures together but that will have to be another time.  When I look at this photo I just can’t seem to keep the tears back.  Love you George.


This summer I went to Rochester, NY to take care of my mom who lives with my brother Fred and his wife Lynn while they took a trip to China for 3 weeks.  Lynn got a teaching gig there in the town of Jinan.   My mom is 91 years old and doing fairly well.  She uses a cane or walker most of the time but can walk on her own although it looks a little scary.   She has difficulty hearing but if you look at her when you talk she is fine.   Since I mostly talk with her on the phone seeing her I felt like she was doing better than I had thought.  Here are a few photos from my time there.


This is mom in front of Lake Ontario.


For Memorial Day we went to honor my dad at the Penfield Township memorial service. The speaker had lived on Iwo Jima where my dad was wounded during World War II.


One morning I drove down to Letchworth State Park which is called the Grand Canyon of the East. The Genesee River flows north to Lake Ontario from the park.


This is a view of the Lower Falls just past the CCC constructed footbridge.  Both are beautiful!


The Lower Falls from up close.


Views of the Middle Falls and Upper Falls.


One day we drove to Buffalo to go to the Burchfield Penny Art Center.  I have always appreciated Charles Burchfield’s work and felt a kindred spirit with his style.  Here is my mom with a Burchfield esque painted buffalo.


I think this is called Spring Rain.  Look how the rain and sunlight come down from the sky and the dandelions are in full glory.


On my drive back from Letchworth State Park I stopped by Conesus Lake one of the finger lakes in New York.  It is 8 miles long and not quite a mile wide. 


When Fred and Lynn got back from China I stayed an extra day and we went for a walk with mom on the Erie Canal close to their home. 


Walking on the Erie Canal. One thing in the local news was some businesses are starting to use the canal again when they have large items to transport. 


This is a view of Lake Erie.  On my way back to Bluefield I stopped by Irving, New York to visit with one of my ceramic professors and his wife from Athens, Georgia who still spends their summers there.


Ron Meyers on the beach at Lake Erie.  Ron had already started making pots when I got there.  He had only been there about a week.  I believe he is 81. 

Yesterday Linda and I drove up to Ripley, West Virginia to attend the 37th West Virginia Potter’s Gathering where the iconic Cynthia Bringle from Penland, North Carolina was the guest artist.  Cynthia attended Memphis Academy of Art and Alfred University where she engrossed herself in pottery making.  In 1970 she moved to Penland where she built a home and art studio and where she still teaches at the Penland School of Crafts.  She says she makes pottery that is functional.  She wants people to use her work and appreciate the workmanship and utilitarian nature of the piece.  On the potter’s wheel she threw coffee cups, a variety of wine goblets, vases, and a many other creations.  She seemed to be one with the clay. That shouldn’t surprise me as she has had her hand in mud for over 60 years.  She seemed to a perform magic with each piece with the participants often wondering what she was going to make next. She shared many stories about her life and freely gave advice on the best methods of making pots.  Here are some photos of the event.
















Christmas 2016

It is hard to believe that it has been over a year since I have posted on this blog.  2016 has been a good year.  It was back to school for me in January and I had a load of classes since I had been on sabbatical during the fall semester. Linda and I had two art exhibits this year showing new work.  In February we had a show called “Journeys”at the Bea Paine Gallery in downtown Bluefield West Virginia.  In October we had a show called “From Here to There” at the Ellen von Dehsen Elmes Gallery on the Southwest Virginia Community College campus in Richlands Virginia.  We did not do a lot of traveling this year although we did go to Wash D.C. for a few days to pick up some Chinese guests who would be visiting Bluefield College for a month.  I also got to go on a last minute trip during the summer to Yosemite National Park with my friend Joe Kirby.  We just had a wonderful week with Forrest and Laura who were able to come home for Christmas from Malawi.  We all went to the Biltmore House for a one day visit for a treat.  We had not seen them in over a year and yesterday we took them to the airport to fly to Dublin, Ireland to spend 10 days with her family.  Yesterday Michael drove to Virginia Beach to see Chrissy for Christmas so Linda and I are in a new phase of our lives, no children home for Christmas day.  We opened our presents on Dec. 18th.


Family photo at Biltmore House December 2016

Visit to Penn State

A couple of weeks ago, as part of my sabbatical, I was able to visit with two of my ceramic professors from Penn State University, David Dontigny and James Stephenson. I had not seen them in about 22 years and it was great visiting with these two graduate school mentors. Dave and his wife Lorna let me stay with them which was nice. They both are so kind, I remember when I first met them they let Linda and I store all of our belongings on their screen porch for a few weeks while we were waiting to move into our apartment on campus. They are wonderful giving people and would give you the shirt off their backs. Last year Dave had by-pass surgery and he looked like he was doing well. They recently moved to a condo in State College where they don’t have to do any yard work. Dave has a studio in the basement where he continues to make pots using red clay, slips, and glazes. He gave me several small pots that he had made along with some of his Cone 10 glazes. He also gave me a bunch of his handmade wooden molds that he used to make trays and platters with.
The first morning I was there Jim came over and along with Dave gave me a tour of the campus showing me some of the changes that have happened since I have been away. We stopped by Jim’s studio in town where he showed me his recent work. He has stopped doing ceramics and is now working on wall sculptures using sticks and branches. With some he leaves the natural wood and others he is painting with bright colors. Some are shaped like a buffalo skull that he had in his studio that was from Montana. Afterwards we went to his house where his wife Linda had lunch prepared for us. Jim had several of his wood sculptures on the walls and many old decorative ceramic tiles. While in college at PSU, Linda and I had gone to his home and seen his tile collection. This inspired us to collect many tiles over the years. Later that night, we all went out to dinner in Boalsburg at an Italian place near Jim and Linda’s home.
Dave and Jim are both from Montana and went to the University of Montana and studied with Rudy Audio getting their MFA in Art (Ceramics) from there. Dave came to Penn State first in the late 60’s and Jim came several years later. They helped built a great ceramics program at PSU and Dave later had the vision to do the Supermud conferences at Penn State. After I graduated in 1983 Jim became Chair of the Visual Arts Department at PSU for 11 years.

One of things I noticed about them on this trip was how kind they were. Dave seems to always have a positive outlook on life and gives others the benefit of the doubt. He laughs a lot which shows his humble kind disposition. Jim seemed to always be concerned about others often talking about one of their friends who was sick. He kept telling Dave that they needed to go weekly and visit a person in the hospital. I don’t think I ever saw this side of Jim. He was always pushing me to see his vision and we sometimes would butt heads. We were both stubborn back then. I remember once we had a long dragged out discussion in my studio. After that night I thought we both left with an appreciation of each other. Here are few photos I took of their work.


Last week I had the privilege to spend a few days with one of my mentors Ron Meyers from the University of Georgia. I first met Ron in 1974 when I took his beginning pottery class at the Lamar Dodd School of Art at the University of Georgia. I was an 18 year old freshman having just started college that summer. I don’t remember any specific revelations about his class but I knew I loved working in clay even though my major at the time was Forestry. In Ron’s class I remember we made a coil piece, a slab piece, and that we had to make a piece that had to tell a story. I remember one critique Ron was giving constructive criticism about my work and that I was surprised later that I had made a C on the assignment. I remember I was upset but at the same time it made me want to work harder, improve, and listen more closely during critiques. A year and half later I changed my major from Forestry to Ceramics and Ron became my advisor. What a wise man he was then and what a wise man he is today. I remember he treated you with respect and kindness. He made college fun where we used to have pot luck get-togethers getting to know Ron better and the other ceramic majors. I remember once going to his house and I was looking at some of his work and I saw a covered jar and I told him I liked it. He said, “You can have it.” I was shocked that he would just give me something he had made. I have since tried to have this same giving attitude with my students by giving them pots I have made. Another thing Ron did was when Linda and I got married he gave his a large platter with our names on it for a wedding present. I have done the same for many of my students.
On this recent visit I was able to spend three days with him and his wife of many years Hester. Hester, like Ron, is a kind soul. I told Ron I just wanted to hang out and gain some wisdom. He said that he wasn’t sure if I could get that in three days. I think I did. Ron let me stay at his home. He has a beautiful space where he has an extra bed above his art studio. There is something about sleeping above his studio that is special. He has finished pots everywhere. I counted fifty pots just in the sleeping area. He must have had another 200 in his studio from coffee cups, to large and small platter’s, bottles, and covered jars. Outside his studio was shelving filled with another 50 pots. He even built a little building close-by called the Museum of Hester where he has many more of his pots and pots from others he has collected over the years. Looking at his richly decorated pots for these three days was inspiring. I saw rats, birds, rabbits, naked women, fish, owls, frogs, etc on richly colored backgrounds staring back at me. They were all drawn and painted with energy and expression. He calls them his “suspicious characters” kind of like from a story in a children’s book. They all have unique facial expressions. For two days Ron made me a breakfast consisting of a piece of bacon and an egg put in a torn out hole of a piece of rye bread. He calls them “Toad in a hole.” I told him it was like a gourmet chef had made it. He first made Linda and I one of these on our honeymoon when we stopped by to see him at his summer home in Irving, NY. You see that is Ron, come by and visit us on your honeymoon. I can’t thank him enough for being a great mentor and treating me like one of his family.

This summer I completed hiking the Appalachian Trail about 2179 miles. It took me 18 years to complete. I first had the desire to hike the entire Appalachian Trail when I was 15 after having gone on a church youth AT hike in North Georgia. When I moved to Southwest Virginia in 1991 I realized I was only 30 minutes from the trail and I started organizing day hikes with the Appalachian Trail Club at the college where I taught. On one of these hikes I took a colleague named Mickey and she fell in love with hiking. She said to me one day, “I want to hike the entire AT.” I told her that that was a goal of mine also and she said “let’s do it.” We started our AT hike in the summer of 1997 at Springer Mountain. During the winter we trained by daily walking to and from school together which was about 4 miles. Our first hike we did was with her dad Frank who turned 70 on that trip. Later Mickey and I hiked all of New York, New Jersey, Connecticut, and Massachusetts by taking one car doing day hikes. We would do a section by hiking towards one another and pass the keys off.  At the mid-point of our hikes we would eat lunch together. She always hiked with her golden labrador retriever named Sandy. We would camp together near trail heads or at local campgrounds. In 2005 I had planned on hiking most of Maine with Mickey but on my second day out I stepped on a wet root and fell and broke my wrist. Mickey completed the trail that year. My youngest son Forrest hiked most of Vermont with me, hiked West Virginia and Maryland with me and later a lot of New Hampshire. He also went on many Virginia hikes with me. My oldest son hiked this year with me as I finished the AT with a hike our final day hiking Mt. Katahdin. Summiting Katahdin took us 3 ½ hours with only one 10 minute break. I think the adrenaline was flowing with us that day. One summer I could not go because I spent a month in China and another year I build an art studio over the summer. Since Virginia has almost 500 miles I was able to do a lot of Virginia during Christmas and Spring Break with friends. I did not hike in the years 2006, 2008, 2011, 2012, and 2013.  Mickey hiked with me 530 miles, a friend named Dan 650 miles, and Forrest 442 miles.  It took me 189 days to hike the entire trail averaging about 11.5 miles a day.  I have some incredible memories of the AT and kept a journal for most of my hikes. It felt really good to finally touch the sign on top of Mount Katahdin.


World War II

Recently I read the book and saw the movie Unbroken. It has made me think more about my father who passed away about 10 years ago. I dug out some old files he had on World War II. Here is a photo taken of him on July 4th 1945. It says it was taken by Warren Smith on the Island of Maui in the Photo Bldg. I also found a letter he wrote to his parents and I have included it here. He never really talked about the war. I think it was just too hard. This letter was written after he was wounded on Iwo Jima.

April 1, 1945

Dear Folks,

Here it is Easter Sunday and April fools day. I heard church services on the radio all day so I could tell its’ Easter but I didn’t hear any April fools jokes – so let’s just say its’ Easter. I went to Sunrise services this morning out here at the rest camp. We went to a Navy camp across the road from our camp. There were civilians at the service, soldiers, sailors and we Marines. A chaplain from each group participated in the service too. The civilians had a nice choir and took charge of the service.

I didn’t do much today but just fool around the beach and getting quite a bit of swimming in. There is a wonderful beach here with guards looking out for us. We are supposed to get some fishing tackle in so maybe I’ll do some serf fishing before leaving here.

The chow out here is really tops and ever bit as good as it was in the hospital. Today at noon we had roast beef, string beans, corn, mashed potatoes, and ice cream and sliced peaches, as well as ice tea to drink. For breakfast we had hot cakes. Everything is cooked so good too, since there are only a couple hundred of us to feed.

I seen Forthous out here today and we discussed St. Louis. He didn’t get wounded as you probably know but had trouble with his feet. We were wondering if Smith came through Iwo alright.

Say Mom, I too am surprised that the call didn’t cost more than $12. I don’t think I’ll be able to call again for awhile either. I shouldn’t be over here much longer and one more operation at the most so I think its’ best to let things work out. The old Fourth – that is what is left – have a chance for some surprise which maybe furloughs. Sounds good anyways. I was thinking that if I get home now I’ll be right back over so it would be best to spend my time out. Although I surely wouldn’t refuse a mainland ticket.

Well, hoping you had a nice Easter and are all well with God’s blessings.

Your loving Son,


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