Dallas day trip, part 1: Sixth Floor Museum.

Earlier this year we accompanied Nana to the Titanic exhibit in Fort Worth. We had all been excited to see that particular exhibition, so we had reserved a date on all our calendars to make sure we didn't let it pass us by.

At lunch that day, we discussed other local tourist destinations that we'd like to visit, and Nana mentioned the Sixth Floor Museum. She remembers that awful day in 1963 when President Kennedy was killed, and although she'd been to Dealey Plaza, she had never visited the museum that recounts the tragedy. We decided that this summer we should take the train into Dallas and visit the museum. After months of talking about it, we finally nailed down the date: July 2.

We picked up Nana around 8 to get to the TRE station in time for the 8:43 train. We had a short wait, but it was nice to be there and NOT in rush hour traffic! (By the way, this wasn't the kids' first time to take the TRE. Ryan, Katie and I rode the train back in 2008 for a similar "Big Day in Big D" that also included a visit to the Sixth Floor. Those old pix really take me back! The kids look SO much younger.)

After this train ride into Big D, we walked the short distance from Union Station to Dealey Plaza. 

Some out-of-towners seem to think that these structures are dedicated to President Kennedy, but they predate 1963. 

In fact, this area honors George Dealey, a longtime publisher of The Dallas Morning News who had pushed for downtown revitalization.

As we walked along Houston Street, we couldn't help but notice "Old Red," the 1892 county courthouse that now houses a Dallas County history museum.

We also couldn't miss the vendors with their conspiracy theory tabloids. One vendor (not this one) was stunned that we didn't want to stay and talk: "Museum doesn't open until 10!" he repeated as we excused ourselves from his presence.

Our destination: the sixth floor of this building, the former Texas Schoolbook Depository. While we waited for 10 a.m. to arrive, we walked around the infamous grassy knoll.

See the X on the street just to the left of Nana?

It was surreal to again walk these grounds, to see this historic place, especially the two X's on Elm Street that mark the presidential limo's location when the president was shot.

It's also creepy to stand on that sidewalk and look up to the sixth floor window, especially now that it's permanently "raised" as it was on 11/22/63.

View of Elm Street from the grassy knoll

Katie on the perch where Abraham Zapruder
was as he filmed the assassination

At opening time, the museum was the place to be. A long line of visitors waited to buy tickets, perhaps because it's the summer tourist season, or maybe because this year marks the 50th anniversary of the assassination. In any case, it took a while to get upstairs, but once there, we were transported to 1963.  The photos and artifacts, along with the audio tour, help visitors have a good idea about the 1960s political climate and the Kennedy mystique as well as the events related to the assassination.

As you wind through the exhibit and work your way through the background info, it's eerie to realize that you're approaching the building's corner, that window, THE spot where Lee Harvey Oswald hid behind textbook boxes, steadied his rifle, and took aim. It's incredible to stand so near that window and see the boxes arranged just like they were on that fateful day. From other sixth floor windows, you can get an idea of Oswald's view of Elm Street below. Another spot on the sixth floor indicates where Oswald's rifle was found amid more boxes.

The rest of the museum explains the investigation, the murder of Oswald, the funeral for JFK and the worldwide response to his death. Many panels are dedicated to the various attempts to unearth the truth about Kennedy's death, from the Warren Commission to the House Select Committee on Assassinations and beyond. As I wrote in 2008 after our previous visit, I was impressed by the way the museum presented not just the "lone gunman" theory but also acknowledged a variety of possible conspiracies.

It's weird to say we enjoyed an experience that recalls such a tragic event, but we are glad we could take it all in.

After the informative and sobering museum visit, we walked to West End for lunch at the Spaghetti Warehouse. With full bellies, we were ready for the next part of our Dallas adventure.

Back-blogging alert!

Just a heads-up! Three back-dated posts are hiding below:

Quick escape to ATX: Get-away with Ryan to Austin
Happy Nana Day: Nana's birthday celebration
Campin' Katie: Katie at TCU band camp

The secret to a successful family vacation.

It's no secret that our family LOVES an old-fashioned load-up-the-family-truckster road trip. In the last five years, we've taken three long-haul vacations: Grand Canyon and Colorado (including Santa Fe, Petrified Forest, Mesa Verde, Durango and Colorado Springs); Washington, DC (along with Memphis, Nashville, Monticello, Mount Vernon, Williamsburg, Outer Banks and Atlanta); and last year's Disney World extravaganza (as well as New Orleans and Orange Beach, Alabama). While it's great to fly, we love the convenience of having our own vehicle (complete with a picnic cooler in the back), the thrill of taking in the changing landscape, and of course, the hilarity of interstate sing-alongs and car games.

It's also no secret that I enjoy planning those big trips almost as much as we enjoy taking them. I'll spend hours online, comparing routes, reading hotel reviews, scouring the web for those out-of-the-way museums or roadside attractions that yield great photo ops, like this one:

"Such a fine sight to see..."

Friends sometimes ask about certain destinations we've visited, wanting a couple of tips, and I'm always happy to share. But there's one general suggestion I have hesitated to mention since it ventures into TMI territory. Even so, because I believe it can save you hours of discomfort while promoting family harmony, I'm flush with excitement to finally reveal our big secret.

BEHOLD: 

Four people sharing one hotel room (and more importantly, one bathroom) will breathe easier if you remember to pack the Febreze. When nature calls, a good air freshener is the answer.

Bonus tip: If you use a new scent on your vacation, once you return home, that aroma will give you and your family nice sensory flashbacks to your trip. Instant olfactory nostalgia.

If you're short on space, you may want to pack a travel-sized version. Here's my fave:

I keep one of these little guys in my suitcase cosmetic bag, and it comes in handy, even for quick weekend get-aways. For some reason we've stuck with the Febreze Air Effects brand, and even though it's not a "fabric refresher" like regular Febreze, it can be used like that in a pinch. 

So there you have it: my favorite road trip tip. When you're on the go and gotta go, share a spray and save the day!

Vacation 2012 recap.

My goal was to finish blogging our big Florida vacation before the one-year anniversary of that trip. Just days shy of our departure date this time last year, I have FINALLY posted the last recap!  The 2012 vacation daily summaries are all posted and back-dated:

July 5: The saga begins... (lost dog, New Orleans)
July 6: No place but NOLA (French Quarter, Cafe du Monde, wax museum)
July 6: Road to Orange Beach (Mississippi welcome center, beach hotel, fireworks)
July 7: Orange Beach (beach time, LuLu's)
July 8: Florida (Universal CityWalk, dinner with friends)
July 9: Universal Orlando (Wizarding World of Harry Potter)
July 10: Wild About Harry (return to Islands of Adventure)
July 10: Universal and Disney resort
July 11: Epcot
July 12: Magic Kingdom (park, Disney, resort arcade)
July 12: More MK
July 13: Hollywood Studios
July 13: Even more MK (Extra Magic Hours)
July 14: Animal Kingdom
July 15: Homeward bound (Tallahassee, Destin)
July 16: Texas! (Tyler, Chuy's, cemetery)
July 16: Survivor encounter

Whew! What a great trip!

I'm so thankful for our health and safe travels. I'm also thankful for the loved ones who made this trip possible. This vacation never could've happened if it weren't for some invaluable help. We are indebted to Brett's parents for taking care of our pets while we were gone and checking on the ol' homestead for the nearly two weeks we were gone. We were also blessed to have friends and family checking in on Memaw throughout our absence. They visited, took her gifts, sent us photos and texted updates. Because of Mom's dementia, we were so afraid she would forget why we were gone (and she did), but her many visitors did a wonderful job reminding her how much she's loved.

Of course, everyone's efforts to care for Mom showed us how blessed we are, too. Thanks to our "angels" here at home, we were able to take a break from the world of nursing homes and hospitals and escape to another world. It was MAGICAL.

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Campin' Katie.

Katie returned from church camp on Friday, June 21, overflowing with stories about what an awesome week she had. Saying it was her best camp week ever, she was sad it was over.

Never one to stay still for too long, a short two days later, she was back at camp, TCU band camp this time. Since I don't tag along for church camp, it was a real treat to help Katie get settled in her dorm room. It helps me to be able to picture her environment while she's away, you know.

Once her bed was made and her audition was complete, we walked around a little. 

Hook 'em!

Frog Fountain

Great atmosphere! This campus has changed so much since
I attended a journalism camp here waaaaaay back in 1982.

That Thursday night, we attended the camp concert. It was fun to get to see not just Katie but a couple of our church friends, too.

Concert band, featuring Katie's friend E.

The concert band director is a friend from my early days in DFW.

Katie sighting!

Symphonic band

Front and center!

The concert was incredible; these kids did a great job learning this new, HARD music in just four days.

Afterwards, we were ready to load up her stuff and enjoy dinner with friends.

Poor quality photo, but I'm NOT missing a rare "hug shot."

Katie checks her "look" in her phone.

Katie with her longtime friend, B

Of course, band camp wasn't nearly as much fun as church camp, but she's still grateful for the experience. So are we! We're so proud of how hard she works to improve as a musician.

Posted July 6, 2013

Happy Nana Day!

Happy birthday to Nana! We celebrated her birthday with cake, sopapilla cheesecake and Trivial Pursuit.

Katie was still at camp (band camp this time), but Scott, Adam and Amanda came over to celebrate with Nana and Papa. Good times!

Posted July 6, 2013

Some days.

Some days, I can hear her voice so clearly, it's hard to imagine that she's not here. Some days, memories are so fresh, so recent, I can't fathom how long it's been since I was with her.

As these summer days roll by, I find myself playing the "this time last year" game. This time last year, we were struggling to make Mom comfortable in the nursing home. This time last year, every time my cell rang, I'd get a sick feeling in my stomach, wondering what bad news awaited or what crisis needed averting. This time last year, we were getting ready for our big Florida vacation, and I was worried sick that my mom's health would interrupt our trip. This time last year, we were swimming in medical and financial questions, not sure what to do or how to do it. This time last year, we had no idea that Mom would be gone by September.

In spite of those recurring reminders of all the awful, I'm still awash in happier memories. I'll see a children's book and hear her sing-song voice. I'll see an old dish in our cupboard and remember its place in our Tyler home. And hardly an hour passes that I don't think of something I want to tell her, something that would make her gasp in delight or laugh that hearty chuckle of hers.

Some days, I let myself forget that she's gone.

Maybe summer's slower pace is giving me more time to think, more chances to reflect, to mourn. Maybe it's just a natural part of the grieving process, to face a new wave of pain as the one-year mark approaches. But wow, have these last few weeks been rough. My anxiety level has been creeping up to paralyzing levels at times, and I know grief is the undercurrent, causing me to lose my footing and self-assuredness.

Last Sunday's sermon was about transitions, and Jim (our preacher) reminded us that our mission is to see God in the transition. I'm failing there, too. I need God's comfort, but I don't feel it. I need His "blessed assurance," but I'm struggling to feel assured.

When I fall into pits like this one, I need Philippians 4:

4Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice!5Let your gentle spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near.6Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.7And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
    8Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.9The things you have learned and received and heard and seen in me, practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you.

I know God is there—HERE—but I crave His peace. We're called to "be anxious for nothing," but lately I feel anxious about EVERYTHING. Because of the depth of my love for my parents, I expect intense grief. I'm even thankful for it. But we were not made to live in despair.

Please pray for me, and for all those who find themselves in their own valleys.

Quick escape to ATX.

With Katie away at church camp, Ryan and I were itching to get out of town. (I use that phrase a lot, but it's true! I suffer from chronic wanderlust, and a few days without school/work/church obligations leave me hankerin' to get out of Dodge.)

After making the requisite Czech Stop stop, we drove into Round Rock to get some Torchy's Tacos for lunch with my niece. Then we enjoyed said tacos with her and her kiddos, a.k.a. the world's cutest grandnieces and grandnephew.

After lunch we got to play a while. The photos are mostly of Baby D and his sister Addie because the older girls were busy-busy-busy (and blurry in pix)!

He likes his new shirt.

From there we drove to our hotel, checked in and swam for a while. Once we were freshened up, we frequented our latest must-see Austin business: Pinballz.

Ryan's favorite pin

Ryan beat me a MarioKart
(no surprise!)

I did manage to beat him at Centipede, though.
(No school like old school.)

Pinballz is a great arcade, and it was nice to get to play without the huge crowds we saw last time we were there for a retro gaming event. After going through all those tokens, it was time for grub!

Of course, we went to Chuy's. Duh.

We awoke to a nice rain the next morning, which threatened our plans for the day.

Breakfast o' champs: cinnamon roll pancakes

But by the time we finished our Kerbey Lane breakfast, the clouds had parted. We were on our way to Barton Springs!

Boy, is that water cold! It's so refreshing! Unlike our last time here, we had goggles so we could see all the fish swimming with us. Now THAT was eye-opening. We saw a bunch, some of them fairly large. A little icky, yes, but SO COOL.

From Zilker we went uptown to shop (Co-op and Half Price Books, predictably) before heading north on 35. The donut fan got his Round Rock Donuts, I got my Dairy Queen, and before too long, we were home, just in time for Brett and I to go out for our 19th wedding anniversary.

Great company, great town, great trip, great ending. Can't beat it!

Posted July 6, 2013