Although this is called Four Score Expedition, it started out in recognition of the "Five Score" (or one hundred years) recognition of the formation of Route 66---aka, The Mother Road. (The "mother" in this particular photo is me, standing in the middle of The Mother Road, where a new sculpture has been erected on historic Route 66 in Springfield, Missouri.
There is also a new sign at the Springfield airport, made in the shape of the historic Route 66 highway sign. The bottom of the sign shows the 1926 date when government officials convened in Springfield, Missouri, and conceived the idea of a paved highway route, going from Chicago, Illinois, then across the country towards the Pacific Ocean, terminating in Santa Monica, California.
My United Airlines ticket out of Springfield, Missouri, landed me (on time!), at the airport in Medford, Oregon, where my son was waiting to pick me up.
Once we arrived at our Mt. Shasta, California, destination, we took a walk around the neighborhood, where I photographed the thick white cloud, that was encircling the 14,179 feet summit of Mt Shasta. Mt. Shasta is famous for its lenticular clouds.
After a delicious supper provided by Grover and Stacy, for both their mother-in-laws, we settled down for a card game of Five Crowns. The Arkansas mother-in-law had been invited out to Mt. Shasta, to celebrate the "Four Score" birthday of the California mother-in-law. Psalm 90:10 implies that a person must have strength to make it to four score (80 years), saying "The days of our years are threescore years and ten, and if by reason of strength they may be fourscore years....."
I was delighted to be in the guest room, that housed the antique treadle sewing machine that belonged to my grandparents, Grover and Effie Parrish. To my surprise, my son (named Grover after his great-grandfather) had ordered new belts for the machine, along with an instruction manual. He said he wanted to get it working again, so he could sew on it himself. That prompted me to tell him the story about how my sister was using the machine decades ago, (when my grandparents lived in Monarch, Arkansas) and somehow, accidentally impaled her pinky finger with the needle. I remember we dropped everything, drove to Harrison, and rushed her into the doctor's office. There was no permanent damage, but it certainly made us more cautious from that point forward! It was gratifying to see that my son and his wife continue to get fresh produce from their garden. I especially enjoyed the fresh, purple heirloom tomatoes, as well as the zucchini squash and cherry tomatoes. (See blog in the archives called "Garden Expedition", dated June 12, 2020 to see the history of their garden project)Several guests were expected on Saturday night for a party to celebrate Jan's 80th birthday, so there were lots of chores to get done to get the place spiffed up. This included Grover mowing the yard.Grover and Stacy worked together to clean the kitchen window, inside and outside. Grover had "drawn" a heart for Stacy, with the spray cleaner, but it was already wiped away by the time I could get a photo.
I wanted to be sure there was a photo of me cleaning windows, hoping maybe it would motivate me to clean my windows, when I got back to Arkansas!This was my first time to meet Lucas, the newest addition to the family. We got a photo of his older brother in this same highchair, continuing the tradition started when my sister was first photographed in this same chair, in 1943. We also have photos of both me and Grover in the chair, when we were toddlers.family photo attempts
lunch group
shopping collageconner in fire truckgolfers
jan and red plate
blowing out candle
oregon football
arbor at three score and ten birthday party


































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