September 19, 2012

Where The Wind Comes Sweeping Down The Plain

A couple of weekends ago, the hubs and I were in Oklahoma for an audition/ interview for a church job for Aaron. The ministry is a very unique career choice because not a lot of jobs are given based on how they view the spouse. So there was a lot of pressure on both of us, obviously more on Aaron since he was the one auditioning. The church we are looking at is in Hollis, the same one Aaron's dad was a minister at when Aaron was a little boy. The town is the definition of small town, with one stop light and very few restaurants. We looked around a bit before going to the house we were staying at. Aaron managed to find their old house by finding the football field, which is in walking distance. It's the same house we would be staying in, because it's a parsonage; they're renovating it right now. We stayed at Aaron's former elementary music teacher's house, who went to McMurry, but we won't hold that against her. We had a really fun time talking with her and husband,, and that evening we had dinner with the rest of the search committee. They asked us questions and Aaron did amazing. On Sunday, Aaron lead worship at a church in Altus, the town next over. We really enjoyed our time but for now it's just the waiting game while we wait to hear their decision. Before we left we spent the afternoon with Aaron's aunt who lives in Hollis.

We went straight from Oklahoma to the in-laws on a spontaneous trip. We were grateful for the invitation because it's pretty depressing being in Arlington. I cooked for the family all week and Aaron cleaned so we earned our keep.

I'm actually at peace with our situation. It's all in God's hands so I know whatever happens is for the best.

September 7, 2012

Fort Worth's Whomping Willow

One gift giving event, I gave Aaron a book that had a list of strange places all over Texas. Today we visited the odd places of Fort Worth. We thought about doing Dallas, but you would need at least a couple of weeks to accomplish all of the oddball places Dallas has to offer.

One of the first places we went to was to a bicycle tree. An artist named George Hilton decided that the best place for his collection of bicycles, motorcycles, and tricycles is a hackberry tree.

Across the street is a cemetery, well actually three different cemeteries put together. This wasn't in the book but we decided to check it out since we were there. Apparently, it's called the Westminster Abbey of Fort Worth, I am guessing because there is a chapel, erected in 1912. The Oakwood cemetery was founded in 1879 John Peter Smith, one of Fort Worth's first settlers. He donated 20 acres and it was later enlarged to 100 acres.

Trinity cemetery is the "negro section." There is an Obelisk as a monument to to "Gooseneck Bill" McDonald, a banker and politician. Some of his family is buried there but he is not.

Calvary cemetery is a burial plot for Catholics. From there, you can see the Red River Texas and Southern Railway Bridge built in 1902. It is one of the oldest surviving railroad bridges in Tarrant county.

After that we went to go find a giant jackalope. Basically, people threw a fit because a car dealership was planning on demolishing the statue. To compromise, they put the statue on their roof. There is also a super-sized sno-cone a couple blocks away but we couldn't find it. We are pretty sure the book made up a street name.

Last, we visited American Airlines C.R Smith Museum. It covers the history of commercial airlines, has a theatre filled with first class seats, and a children's section that has hands on weather activities. They had a real plane that was used for WWII, people were much smaller back then.

We finished the day of touristing by going to a high school football game. The side we sat on lost, I hope it wasn't my fault.

P.S. Here are some pictures from today's adventure. I would like to put them with the actual stories, or at least in the order of events but blogging on a phone is too difficult. Just pretend it's a comprehension quiz.

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