I originally typed the title as “Bristol homecoming, day 5” but I am so bored with those titles. No rules here.
Backing up to yesterday evening, I had to run out to the store (big surprise). I made a pit stop to take a few nostalgic photos.
This is the church that I grew up in:
My great grandfather was a minister at Paperville Presbyterian Church, which was the predecessor to First Pres.
My sister got married here. (Chad and I got married at the courthouse in Lexington).
A significant portion of my childhood was spent at that church, and I feel like I can still remember every pew, classroom, breezeway, and secret passageway that it contains.
Just up the hill behind the church is King College. This entrance is actually relatively new and didn’t exist when I lived here.
When I was in high school my best friend and I used to run on the par course path around the campus. We also used to go to the library there to do our homework, hoping to meet college boys. Usually we’d only end up seeing older people we knew from high school who we weren’t interested in. Still, we had a few adventures there. We also used to go tubing in the snow on the golf course hills.
King College baseball players were always on our radar when we were high school girls.
This little market right across the street from that entrance is also very nostalgic. It’s closed now, but back in the day…let’s just say that they were pretty friendly to high schoolers.
On my way down State Street towards the new Food City I was blocked by a train.
There are railroad tracks everywhere in Bristol, and trains these days go on forever. This train was actually completely stopped on the tracks. Luckily, I know all the detours so I just turned around and bypassed it. Only suckers wait for trains in Bristol.
This morning the boys and I went to the airport to pick up Chad.
We were all so happy to have Daddy with us finally.
Our back-roads route to the airport passes by Bristol Motor Speedway. Locals just call it “the racetrack”.
When we got home there was a surprise waiting for us…
a triple birthday party!
This is a tradition that my Mom started many years ago (before Cody). The boys’ birthdays are in May (Mack and Cody) and August (Cal), so she does a birthday party for them every summer when we get together since she usually can’t be there for their actual birthdays.
There were three sets of candles on the cake, and each kid blew out their own set.
Well, Mack blew out Cody’s two candles.
This cake is why I had to drive to Food City last night. I did the lettering myself!
After blowing out the candles it was time to open presents.
Chad and Cody got to reconnect.
After presents we had tacos for lunch, then ate cake.
I did my usual, 2500 yards in about an hour.
While I was swimming Mom, Chad, and the boys went to yet another park.
Chad took all of these photos. I think they had a pretty good time.
Now everybody is home and we are planning to head out to dinner…just Chad and me and our boys. I think Grandma is exhausted and needs a break. She is such a great Grandma, very active with the kids. Thanks Grandma!