Eight months since I took the time to bore anyone! Gawd, I am remiss! Loading up for another birthday outing to TopSail Hill on the 19th of SEP. The Old Goldie is still with us and with help from Daddy, he can get in and out of the RV. I know he's about ready for the Rainbow Bridge and we think every trip will be his last so we try to make it special for him as well as us. Building a base of memories and a picture album.

Had a wake-up call last week. Our four old grandson fell into...

It was sunny, hot & humid, even for morning, as Dave & I followed the directions of the volunteers waiving signs for LOT 3 while we made our way down city streets to "The Rally" held at the Kentucky Exposition Center (KEC) in Lousiville, KY July 22-25. This was our first rally of such a large size & I was excited to arrive. Our lot was the huge parking lot in the shadow of Louisville Cardinal Stadium & just a couple blocks away from Churchill Downs. After a brief stop in...

In our neighborhood everyone had an outhouse. This is necessary because we had no septic system and no indoor plumbing. Outhouses had their advantages in that no one wanted to come and wash their hands. You could build a small fire in the floor in the winter time if it was cold. You had privacy. You usually had plenty of Sears Robuck catalogs with lots of ladies undergarments in them. Handy if you are a curious young boy.
The great dis advantage of an outhouse is that you had to occasionally...

After the war my family got down to the business of making a living and trying to enjoy life as best we could. I really didnt know it but we were ''poor'' by a lot of standards back then. Here is a list of things we DIDNT HAVE...
running water in the house
indoor plumbing
central heating
air conditioning
not one ''fan in the house''
no gas stove for cooking
no modern heater for heat in the house
Mom cooked on a wood stove and we heated with a wood...

For a time after the war was over there was still rationing of sorts on some products like lard. Back then lard came in a one gallon bucket with a ''bail'' or handle on top. People that worked in the cotton mills would use these empty ''lard buckets'' for ''lunch buckets'' and they worked very well for same. This is where the expression ''Get your Lard Bucket and hit the street fella, YOU ARE FIRED'' came from ... (worthless info, ten cents please)
Anyhow, me and Mom and Dad had occasion...

after boot camp and home leave my dad reproted to the USS Gunston Hall LSD6. As I remember the ship was on the east coast somewhere because I remember dad talking about going thru the Panama canal as I remember. The ''Hall'' was a repair ship of sorts that was a ''repair vessel for small craft''. Dad was a Motor Machinist Mate, second class and he worked on the Gray Marine engines in the Higgins boats and other craft as repairs were necessary. He had many ''duties'' like most sailors back then....

My first real memory was when my Dad went off to war. I believe I remember this but to swear to it, I would not. In my mind I see it and remember it but it could be a ''figment'' of my imagination from my moms telling me about it.
Anyhow, as I remember it my Uncle Jim, dads brother, took me and mom and dad up to the post office for dads swearing into the U.S. NAVY. None of this I actually ''remember'' but I heard mom talk about it. My real ''memory'' is of me standing in the front...

I was born at the tender age of zero. I could neither walk nor talk, I had no teeth and about all I could do was smile, poop, cry, nurse and sleep. My only word was ''Goo'' and it meant everything and nothing.
When I was born I was so ugly the doctor threatened to ''slap my mother'' and dad said ''put him back in doc...... he aint done yet''.....
I was born at home in the same bed I was conceived in by the same two people present. My parents loved me beyond all and my mom and dad...

The following will be a ''first person'' narrative of the life of one Seajay Cecil from as far back as I can remember to the present day as I see it.

At the proper time and place I shall include previous posts from IRV2 and I shall be posting new material as necessary. I welcome all comments, good and bad, concerning this blog and I shall take no offense concerning negative comments on same. Remember this..... If you make too many negative comments I shall personally send Wayne...

I am 73, and have more aches and pains than a little bit! Between a few IBs and some vulgar talk, I finished the repack today! Four hours of actual work and had the wife steady the heavy brake hubs as I raised them with the help of a Hand Truck, or also called a dolly! I recomend finding a young dude to watch and lend a hand! That drum must weigh a 150 lbs.! Other wise, its as any car or truck job! Nothing strange! The deal is you need a 2-5/8 socket, a 2-1/4 socket and on my 96 Dynasty, a 1-1/2...

Summer in the South demands that one be lazy, laid back, and loose. Remember the stories of verandahs, fans and mint juleps? But, also, remember floor length petticoats and dresses with long sleeves and high necks; morning coats and cravats? How in thunder did they survive? The heat wave that has hit the East Coast this week is torture. I sit in my air-conditioned RV hardly moving because 2 air-conditioners can barely keep the heat bearable. From about 3 pm to about 6 pm, they are working...

Hi nice people, We recently traded our sixth gas coach to get this 96 Dynasty! Its so beautiful in and out! Little did I know all there is in costs and upkeep! The engine oil changes I have done so many times on all my many vehicles, has been 5 to 7 quarts> this rig takes 20! The filter was 6 times the cost, and the airfilter about 20 times the cost! My sweet wife is about to kill me! Ha! But its such a pleasure to just look at this big 40 footer, and a great experiance to drive! I dont go by...

And so the beginning grew out of an ending. A very painful ending at that.

The ending of three, long, painful years of waiting and believing. We believed justice would come, but I know now that justice is an elusive and fluid thing. It is too full of human elements to really spring from the full truth or total honesty.

We had spent a long, painful year after we bought what I began...

The “Hog,” as we affectionately call her. You’ll hear many stories about her along the way. Here is where we write them and create them. In the background, you can see the house in Alaska we sold to become full-timers. The bug just suddenly got us. And off we went.
…Lynne and Dan
It brings up images of running away with the circus, or jumping a boxcar train. Or being...

I'm just sitting here thinking about the really cool rig sitting out in the front yard begging to be driven. It is calling me to destinations far away from here, to new adventures and experiences that I cannot have here! I envy those that have their rigs paid for and have the time to actually use them, unfortunately both of those commodities elude me! For now I have to be content to work as much overtime as I can to pay for our home on wheels and enjoy it a few weekend here and there and my four...