The Powells Went Down to Georgia

To my one or two faithful readers who are not family...bear with me on this one. It might be kind of long and boring for you. To my family members, I hope this post stirs up some nostalgia.

We had a great time down in Georgia during the last week of July. Kim and I hadn't been there since 1999. I'm glad we went down the same time as the Andersons. Owen absolutely loves spending time with his cousins.














The first day was spent exploring Dad's property.















We found a moth the size of Chloe's hand.















Then we found a turtle.
Garrett wanted to hold the turtle.















Walker wanted to hold the turtle.















Chloe wanted to hold the turtle.















Owen wanted to hold the turtle.
(Morgan was probably sleeping.)
(Brock was probably eating.)















That night we met some old friends, the Bolands, at Herb's Fish Restaurant.
(Don't ask me why I didn't get a single picture of any of the Bolands.)















How can you not smile when the smell of fried catfish is in the air?















Earlier that day, Kim, Mindy, and Morgan went shopping. Owen and I scored some cool Georgia Bulldogs hats.















The view behind the restaurant was amazing.















Peeing outside is pretty amazing too.















The next day, I got to go flying with Dad down to Mobile, Alabama.















I was pretty impressed with how effortlessly Dad flew that plane.















He couldn't control the weather though.
We had to avoid some rain clouds.
Motion sickness.
Not fun.















We couldn't land in Mobile soon enough.















After a quick bite at Po' Boys Chinese Palace, we were headed back to Georgia.















Then it was swim...















swim...















swim.

We probably spent as much time in the water as we did on land that week.

Owen is becoming quite the excellent swimmer.















Sunday afternoon, we went to visit Grandmother in the nursing home.
She just turned 99. She doesn't remember anyone anymore, but she seemed to really enjoy being around the kids.















4 generation picture















Uncle Daley and Aunt Mary just happened to show up the same time we were there.















After visiting with Grandmother, we went to Uncle Daley's to ride his 1930s restored tractors.















The kids had a blast.















Luckily, every kid got to ride on every tractor before a bone-rattling thunderstorm rolled through.
(Notice the dreary sky above the scary green-eyed cow.)















Tuesday, we went to Grandmother's house.















Driving up the dirt road brought back many memories.















The house where Dad was born.















I had to get a picture of the tree.















Front porch















Back porch















The pond















After Grandmother's house, we drove down to Warner Robins,the place of my birth. We stopped to put new flowers on Jeff's grave.















It's hard to believe he would be 40 years old. I wonder what he would have thought about his 16 nieces and nephews.















We had to drive by the old house...















...and the old school.



















We wanted to eat at Po' Folks for lunch, but they went out of business.















There are about 100 other pictures I'd like to post, but it is getting late, so I will leave you with this message that was so eloquently put on a billboard on the road to Dad's house.