In Tuesday’s Daily Leader, there was a story about Mrs. Ruth Sanderson, an 85-year-old lady who went parasailing, on a flight that took 45 minutes beginning from 850 feet up. But that one time didn’t satisfy her, she wants to return next year, for a longer trip and for a longer distance. She also wants to try zip-lining.
It was Sunday morning. Six a.m. time for up and at ‘em to make 8 o’clock worship at the church.
Afterwards, we lunched at Olive Garden and headed home for a nap, after which it was time to get ready to move over to Jonathan’s and Susan’s for my Sunday through
Wednesday routine, plus getting in some practice on my new piano at their house. They’ve had my Baldwin grand piano since I moved from Ruston, but now they have this full sized electronic spinet piano (a Yamaha) in the bedroom I call mine at their house. I love it because I can do scales, chord arpeggios, finger exercises, etceteras, without interfering with the family activities downstairs in the living area. My hands are responding to the practice and I have visions of being able to actually play the piano again someday. I do believe it will help me stay mentally alert.
Most anyone who knows me knows I’m from Union Parish — and proud of it. Sure it has it’s quirks and, yes, even its cliques like any other small town does, but it’s actually a pretty great place.
Lincoln Parish is too. This is my second time to live in Ruston and I really like this parish too, for completely different reasons. But, it seems to me there’s always been a little competition between Lincoln and Union — at least for as long as I can remember. The culture is the same but the mindsets are different.
Some of the old pictures are brown-tones of downtown Ruston when Trenton and Vienna streets were just barely paved and open to two-way traffic.
One photo, taken the year I was born, shows railroad waiting platforms on either side of Trenton. The buildings are recognizable even now: the old Ruston State Bank, built in 1910; the drug store on the corner that’s now an Italian restaurant but has the same big plate-glass windows, the law office up the street that also used to be a bank, and the furniture store that still has a tall neon sign hanging over its awning.