Saturday after lunch with Mom and Regenia, as they were driving home, Ott and I drove down to “The Free State of Winston” County where we took pictures of the fall foliage along a section of Smith Lake near the dam. It was great fun under a crystal blue clear sky! As Ott climbed up and down cliffs along the lake to get just the right shots, I mostly just sat in the sunshine to keep warm in the crisp November air and reveled in the autumnal scenery while listening to Etta James singing At Last, All I could Do Was Cry, and A Sunday Kind of Love! I also did a little fantasizing about the events of 1861-62 that transpired in Winston County at Looney’s Tavern and the proclamation declaring themselves to be the “Free State of Winston” rather than join the Confederacy! It must have been a proud moment for those independent yeoman farmers of the hill country in that area of North Alabama distinguishing themselves from the slave-owning Bourbon aristocracy of South Alabama. Too bad more people didn’t show such good sense! We drove down through Addison and Arley until we came to the “Dam Road” and then drove out to the dam where we encountered the sweetest, most pitiful little dog that had obviously been dropped in the Alabama Power parking lot near the boat docks across from the dam. It looked like a mixture of several breeds including some Malamute or Husky and maybe even some Chow, Lab and who knows what else. It wanted to be friendly, I think because it was hungry, but it was also a little scared of us and rather apprehensive about getting too close to us. It came over to us wanting to be friendly, but kept a comfortable five to ten feet away. I fed it my left-over lunch from Applebees that I hadn’t finish earlier when we ate with Mother and Regenia in Athens and it was obvious that the poor thing was hungry, but still skeptical of getting too close to us. I’m such a push-over and a sentimental old softie, I might have brought it home with us except that it never warmed up enough to us for me to even touch it! I love one of the pictures when I first tried to feed it and it looks around at me with the most suspicious expression on its face as to my motives! Obviously it had not encountered too many people in its young life who merely wanted to befriend it! Poor thing! I’m sure to the delight of Gigi and Bubba, I had to leave it near the dam to fend for itself! I wish it all the best in the world! At least it got a good meal—that was to have been my dinner that night—to help keep it warm one night! Many of the pictures Im posting here were taken by Ott, but since he didnt select them to post in his site, Ill post them here and give him credit for them. A few--precious few--are mine. I hope you enjoy them! Oh, and by the way, if you have a place in your heart--and in your home or back yard--drive down Danville Road through Arley to the dam on Smith Lake and pick up the Old Boy I tried to feed and befriend. Hes probably hungry enough by now, he might go with you! Itd do your heart good!
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 21:10:14 +0000
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