02.28.18 – Spring is on the way in the Chauvin’s gardens!

Wednesday, February 28, 2018 – Each year I like to take photos as our flowers, fruit, bushes and trees start blooming.  I do it a couple of times after that as I love to see their growth and prettiness.

I’m loving watching the trees begin the process of birthing new leaves.  We have several oak trees on our property and I enjoy checking them every day to see how much more the leaves are appearing.  When they are in full bloom it makes swinging on the hammock underneath them all the more wonderful! 

We’ve added to our vegetable/fruit gardening effort attempting to grow avocado trees from the pit.  Started one last week and one today.  I’m trying to figure out how to grow mangos from the seed.  I’ve planted about a dozen jumbo Virginia raw peanuts in a glass bowl, hoping to make my own supply of peanuts to cook this year.

I’m not sure the shells needed to be in the mix below but one site said to put them in there!

We bought two bougainvillea, one mandevilla and a yellow flowering plant to grow up the lattice fence we put in last week.  The green grapes are now planted at the bottom of the lattice arch and they’ve already taken hold and growing upward.

Two bougainvillea vines

Mandevilla and Yellow flower plant (I did know the name of the yellow flower plant when we purchased it) are good for attracting hummingbirds.

Green Grape Vines growing up the arch

Roy’s mama’s bay leaf plants are not doing well even though Roy has tried several things to help them since we moved here.  He dug them up this week and moved them to the front yard near where the rose bushes are planted.  They will get full sun there and hopefully grow like they use to. They are the little bushes on the right and left side.

I trimmed back the pampas grass bushes and used some of the stuff I cut off around the rose and bay leaf bushes.  There is more cutting to be done on the bushes so this will fill in nicely eventually.  Can’t wait till these start to grow again and hide the hideous septic tank covers.

We moved our cacti out front to where the bay leaf were so we have all our cacti in one place! We collected the cacti in our travels through the west.

The rose bushes in front of the house (not the ones by the septic tank) grow quite tall and they got a nice cut back yesterday.

We love the hummingbirds when they come visit so we purchased a few new feeders for when it’s that time of year.  We’re hoping the humminbird plant vines will help also. My brother in law George said he puts his out March 12th and they start arriving March 15th.  Can’t wait!

Our mums that died in the snow are now really coming back strong!

The fig trees are starting to bloom.  I worried about them because they looked very dead last month.  The satsuma trees still look dead.  We’ll see.  The blueberry bushes are starting to bloom so I’m hoping this year we’ll have a great crop!

Two of the blueberry bushes.  The little green leaves are hard to see but they are there!

Fig trees The heavy rains lately have the pond overflowing.  The area between the white swan and the concrete turtle is where the culvert is located. We can’t see it at all now.

We went to my sister Harriet’s house for a visit.  They have new floors throughout the house and nosie Rosie had to see them! It looks wonderful, they did good!

When we went to Tennessee a couple of weeks ago to see the knee doctor we stopped at a Home Depot there.  I’ve been looking for a nice size bag of rocks that are smooth, flat round or just round.  Our Home Depot in Hammond doesn’t carry those.  The one in Tennessee did so we bought two big bags (probably 100 in each bag) so I can continue my paint obsession. I was just going to get one bag but my sweet hubby tossed a second bag in the basket for me!

Some of the rocks I painted and hid this month!  Three of the rocks in the first photo were done using a technique called paint pouring.  These looked okay but I haven’t gotten the hang of that yet.

These three were left in Tennessee at the knee doctor’s office

Hidden along the way home on Interstate 55  

The neighbor across the street has great cows that often visit us.  Here they were earlier today!

I’m working on extending the garden that runs along the fence to closer to the road.  Two lantana bushes and one hydrangea bush were moved to this new part of the garden and are already sprouting blooms!  I’ve painted a rock from every state we’ve visited and created a map of the Untied States in this new part of the garden.  It’s all in an upheaval trying to get rid of grass and weeds previously growing there.  When it’s put back together I will share!

We have our precious Madisyn’s birthday party Saturday to look forward to.  She will be 9 years old on Sunday.  Can’t believe so many years have flown by with that little one who is a very mature young lady now!

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02.25.18 Wacky Wonderful Monday


“And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:19

Sometimes the needs in our lives seem to mount up high. Maybe you’re waiting, or have been praying, for help, for a breakthrough. Maybe you feel like it’s been slow in coming, or that you can’t see a way out of your current situation. Maybe the needs seem to far outweigh the reality you’re living in. You’ve lost hope, feel alone in the struggle, and the weight of stress seems too hard to keep shouldering.

Whatever the need – physical, spiritual, financial, emotional, relational – His Truth reminds us that He’s got “this thing,” whatever it is, that concerns you.

He is able.


To provide what you need.

–  “And my God will meet (supply, provide for, accomplish, complete)

–  all your needs (necessities, tasks)

–  according to his glorious (bright, majestic, splendor)

–  riches (wealth, abundance) in Christ Jesus.”

Our God who created the entire world and designed you and I with such purpose and intent can provide, will provide, out of His richness, fullness, wealth and treasure, for every single need we have. He gives favor. He lines up our pathways to be in the right place at the right time. He miraculously accomplishes so many things for us every day that we may not even be aware of. And He will bend over backwards just to give to you out of His riches. Whether we realize it or not.

Because He loves us.

We will never out give the richness of God for us. Because His provision is really not based on us. It’s based on His character, and He is Jehovah-Jireh, the God who provides.

Resting there today. Right smack in the middle of His abundance.

Hope you are too.



Pasta had not been invented.  It was macaroni or spaghetti.

Curry was a surname.

A take-away was a mathematical problem.

Pizza?  Sound like a leaning tower somewhere.

Bananas and oranges only appeared at Christmas time.

All chips were plain.

Oil was for lubricating, fat was for cooking.

Tea was made in a teapot using tea leaves and never green.

Cubed sugar was regarded as posh.

Chickens didn’t have fingers in those days.

None of us had ever heard of yogurt.

Healthy food consisted of anything edible.

Cooking outside was called camping.

‘Kebab’ was not even a word, never mind a food.

Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold.

Prunes were medicinal.

Pineapples came in chunks in a tin; we had only ever seen a picture of a real one.

Water came out of the tap.  If someone had suggested bottling it and charging more than gasoline for it, they would have become a laughing stock.

The one thing that we never ever had on/at our table in the fifties… was elbows, hats and cell phones.

Welcome to the life of an old guy!





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02.24.18 Sunday fun with Chip’s family!

Saturday, February 24, 2018 – Sunday at church was very special.  Our pastor Bro. Avery Dixon preached on the church’s vision statement which is: To be a gospel driven church devoted to love, God’s Word, prayer, fellowship, generosity, service, and disciple making to the ends of the earth.

Teddy Forrest substituted for our Music Minister this week and for one of the verses of How Great Thou Art he asked the congregation to not sing.  He asked the three young girls in the first row sing to sing it.  What a blessing it always is to hear children praise God and this was a huge blessing.  If you’ve been following us for a while you know that singing Praises to God is a very meaningful part of any worship service to me.

One of my favorite ladies Rebecca Willoughby and her precious daughter Gracyn sang Amazing Grace, My Chains are Gone and I could just see God’s smiling down as they sang. Gracyn was one of the three young girls who sang How Great Thou Art.  Her mama was so choked up it was difficult for her to sing.  Rebecca has some of the most amazingly talented daughters and this is the youngest.

We asked Chip and his wife Misty if we could visit with them a little bit after church Sunday.  I haven’t seen Misty and Kallie in a while and was missing them.  We told them not to feed us but they came home with delicious pizza which we ate with them and got to visit while we were there. Had a nice visit with Kallie learning about her plans for college.  She wants to be a registered nurse.  She’s very smart and I know she’ll do it!

We got to meet our two new grandkitties, Milo and Lily.  So soft and precious!

Roy needed some help picking up something from our church so I asked Chip if he could help his dad with that during the week.  He said, let’s do it today and we’ll all go to our house and get to visit there!

Oh my goodness, we had so much fun with them at our house.  Madisyn, Misty and I walked around the pond to the other side where all the red mud is.  It’s nice to be on that side of the pond to look across the pond at our house.  As we were going back to our side I slipped on the wet red mud and got lots of it all over my clothes I still had on from church this morning.

We’ve been wanting to take our paddle boat out in the pond but it’s been cold, snowing or raining so we haven’t been able to.  Sunday afternoon was perfect.  Chip and Misty sat in front and handled the paddling.  Madisyn and I sat in the back and just enjoyed the ride.

We had a pond and paddle boat at our home on Hinson Road in Hammond.  Chip said today’s ride reminded him of great memories from when he was a child doing that.


After that Madisyn and I swang in the double hammock for quite a while.  Just us, talking and talking.  She’s so open and loves sharing with me things in her life. She is aware of my dementia and is so sweet and caring.  She never tells me “Grannie you already said that.” I appreciate that a lot.  She knows about how dementia patients love taking care of baby dolls.  She’s already picked out one that she wants to give me.  This child has so much love inside her and I am one very blessed Grannie to be her grandmother!

We all visited for a while before they headed home.  What a surprise and wonderful visit with these folks whom we love so much.

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02.23.18 Billy Graham’s New Home, by Franklin Graham

Franklin Graham: “The man the world knew as Billy Graham was always ‘Daddy’ to me.”

Franklin Graham wrote this op-ed piece which ran on USAToday.com on February 21, 2018.

My father never gave up on me, even when I caused him pain. He lived like the Gospel he preached—a message he repeated till his last breath.

My father has joined my mother in heaven. He went to sleep in his home in the beautiful mountains of North Carolina and woke up in the arms of Jesus. While many around the world mourn his physical death, he is now celebrating the eternal life he spent over 70 years telling millions of people about.

In the summer of 2005, he preached his final series of public messages to more than a quarter of a million people in New York City over three days. It would be his final live evangelistic crusade. That same year, a Gallup poll revealed that one in six American adults—35 million—had heard Billy Graham preach in person.

Since 1947, some 215 million people at more than 400 crusades, simulcasts and evangelistic rallies heard my father tell them, “The Bible says, ‘For God so loved the world that He gave his only Son, that whosoever believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life’” (John 3:16). Today, he is experiencing what he devoted a lifetime to telling others they could experience if they placed their trust in Jesus Christ.

Final Crusade

During that final crusade in New York, he spoke with a national magazine about death. “Do I fear death? No. I look forward to death, with great anticipation. I am looking forward to seeing God face to face. And that could happen any day” (Newsweek, July 4, 2005).

Well, that day has come, and while I miss him (and my mother) dearly, I take great comfort in knowing I will see him again.

The man the world knew as Billy Graham was always “Daddy” to me. I was well into my teens before I fully comprehended that my father had a household name and a worldwide ministry. He was home a few days, then gone for weeks—sometimes months. Had it not been for my mother’s cheerful attitude and spiritual strength, his absence may have had a devastating impact on me. Her eyes flickered like the flames in the fireplace as she described Daddy’s travels, crusade meetings and people he met from all walks of life.

His homecomings were always a big deal. We waited eagerly at train stations and airports watching for his long legs to step onto the railway platform or airport tarmac. Other times, we ran to the driveway when we would hear the car coming up the mountain. My three sisters, brother and I would tackle him, but he always managed to scoop us up into his loving arms, letting us know how much he had missed us. Then, he would turn his attention and affection to the woman he loved—and who shared her life with him for 64 years. Those were happy times.

My Time with Daddy

On most Sundays for the past 20 years, I have driven an hour-and-a-half to have lunch and spend the afternoon with my father. I’ll forever cherish these special times we spent together. But there was a time when our relationship wasn’t so good, a time when I caused my mother and father quite a bit of anguish and heartache. During my teens and early 20s, I proved to be anything but what most people expected Billy Graham’s son to be. I’m so thankful he never gave up on me or quit loving me.

After graduating from college in 1974, I headed for Lausanne, Switzerland, to work at a conference the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association was sponsoring for 2,500 evangelical leaders from around the world. My life was a mess; I was empty and lonely. During that conference, my mother and father wanted to take me to lunch to celebrate my 22nd birthday. After lunch at a little Italian restaurant on Lake Geneva, Daddy and I walked along a pathway beside the lake when he turned to me and said, “Franklin, your mother and I sense there’s a struggle going on in your life.” Somewhat stunned, I wondered, “How does he know this?” He continued, “You’re going to have to make a choice either to accept Christ or reject Him. You can’t continue to play the middle ground.”

With my mind racing, wondering what he was going to say next, I heard these words: “I want you to know we’re proud of you, Franklin. We love you no matter what you do in life and no matter where you go. But you’re going to have to make a choice.” He had pricked my conscience to the point I was actually angry. I couldn’t figure out how he knew about the struggle that had been going on inside me—but he did, and he was right.

My father’s words haunted me for several weeks until I finally gave up running from God and made that choice to accept Jesus Christ as my personal Savior and turn my life over to Him. I’ve never looked back or regretted my decision.

About 20 years after our life-changing walk along Lake Geneva, my father told me something else that would alter my life in another way; he asked me to assume the day-to-day management responsibility of the organization that bears his name. I’m at least smart enough to know I could never fill Billy Graham’s shoes, but I’m grateful he gave me an opportunity to help him finish his race on earth well, and to continue his life’s work.

Proud of My Father

I don’t know that I’ve ever been more proud of my father than the sunny day in May 2007 when 1,500 people, including three former American presidents, turned out to help us dedicate the Billy Graham Library in his hometown of Charlotte, N.C. (He joked to the crowd that he felt as if he were attending his own funeral!) Seeing him standing in front of the 40-foot-high glass cross that serves as the entrance to the Library, I thought about something he once told British TV personality David Frost in an interview: “Well, I’m going to heaven,” he said, “not on my good works or because I’ve preached to all these people or read the Bible. I’m going to heaven because of what Christ did on the cross.”

Billy Graham’s message of the cross never changed since he preached it at his first crusade—to an audience of 6,000 at the Civic Auditorium in Grand Rapids, Mich., in 1947.

Many books have been written by my father and about him. For more than six decades, authors, reporters, scholars and observers have scrutinized his life and commented on it for the public record. But the purpose of Billy Graham’s life is captured in a single paragraph found at the end of a little book a number of years ago.

A Final Word

Following that final New York crusade in 2005, a well-known publisher released a book with the entire text of his three sermons at Flushing Meadows Corona Park. They invited him to write some closing thoughts for the book, which filled just two pages under the heading, A Final Word from Billy Graham:

“No matter what your problem is,” he wrote, “if you and I could sit down and talk, I would want to tell you one great truth: God loves you, and He can make a difference in your life if you will let Him.

“God loves you so much that He sent His Son into the world to die for your sins. When we open our hearts to Christ, He forgives our sins and comes to live within us by His Holy Spirit. He also gives us strength for the present and hope for the future. This is the message of the Gospel—and this is the message you have read in this book.”

If my father could speak or write to us today, he would say the same thing. It was what he lived and breathed—until his very last breath.

Franklin Graham, the son of Billy Graham, is the president of the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association and Samaritan’s Purse.

2.22.18 Cataract surgery – Roy’s new eye doctor – an eye opening experience

Thursday, February 22, 2018 – Roy had cataract surgery on his right eye on December 12 of last year (about 3 months ago).  Our family eye doctor did the surgery.  Our family has been patients of his for decades.  My mom, my sister, brother in law all went or still go to him.  He did both of my cataract surgeries in 2012.  Both were fine.  We never questioned going to him, but when Roy’s surgery results weren’t getting better we got concerned.  We’ve been back to the original doctor three times since the surgery and have another appointment for March 7th.  At that time, if Roy’s vision hadn’t improved he was going to have what’s called a YAG procedure to help the vision clear up.

This morning our daughter in law Misty tagged us on a Facebook post that someone she knows wrote about his experience recently with our original doctor and his cataract surgery.  We private messaged him to make sure he had his surgery done at the same doctor that did Roy’s and he did.  We asked him who he went to, to hopefully fix the problems that he has caused by our doctor.  He gave us the name of Dr. Christopher Grenier with Ochsner Medical in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. We called and they had a cancellation so we got an appointment the same day at 1:45. This is absolutely one of those times I feel God was all over this.

We’ve not used our original doctor’s name in here for a few reasons.  Mainly his name is so very similar to Dr. Grenier that reading this could become quite confusing.

The technician called us back from the waiting room very quickly and spent a lot of time with Roy checking things.  She was much much more thorough than anyone ever was at our family eye doctor. Dr. Grenier came in and looked in Roy’s eyes and asked several questions.   He looked through the information he had and said he wanted Roy to have an OCT which is something Roy’s had a few times recently at our regular eye doctor.  His eyes were dilated and he had the OCT on both eyes. When it was ready for Dr. Grenier to review we met with him again.

We learned several things.  First is that Roy has macular degeneration in both of his eyes.  This is serious.  Our regular doctor never EVER mentioned that serious condition to us. This condition should have been addressed before our family eye doctor even thought of doing cataract surgery. Dr. Grenier was able to show the problem to Roy and I in the OCT of both eyes.  Our original doctor did those same OCTs a couple of times and never showed us anything.

Next is that Roy has an astigmatism.  The original doctor told Roy during the first office visit that he would like to also fix the astigmatism with the surgery.  When Roy began seeing his vision not improve, he asked our doctor at one of the recent visits if it did fix it and we were told yes, the astigmatism no longer exists.  Dr. Grenier said the lens inserted during the cataract surgery was not one that fixed astigmatism and that Roy does still have astigmatism. We have since learned that the only lens that will correct astigmatism is a toric IOL lens and yet he allowed Roy to choose the more expensive multifocal lens that did nothing to correct the astigmatism.

The lens Roy has in his eye was expensive, almost $1,900 that the insurance didn’t pay.  We paid that amount extra for the multifocal lens which corrects near, immediate and far vision.  That’s the kind I, Rosalyn, have in my eyes.  For Roy that type of lens brought with it much more problems.

We told Dr. Grenier that our original doctor was planning to do a YAG laser capsulotomy procedure soon if his vision didn’t improve. A laser capsulotomy is a relatively simple, in-office procedure that takes only a few minutes. A laser beam is directed at the cloudy capsule behind the intraocular lens (IOL) and the energy from the laser vaporizes the tissue, restoring clear vision. Dr. Grenier said that is the not something Roy needs as his posterior capsule was perfectly clear.  If he had that done this procedure, it would have essentially welded the new multifocial lens in place making it very difficult should Roy have to have the lens replaced with a monofocal lens.

So where we stand now is, Roy has an appointment with Dr. Creed, a retina specialist with Ochsner on March 6th.   That problem has to be taken care of first which may involve treatment.

We signed the paper to request Roy’s eye records from our original doctor.  I will also be requesting that my records be moved to Dr. Grenier.  We were in such shock when we were there that I didn’t think of doing that also.

Once the retina specialist does whatever he’ll do, and Roy’s records are in Dr. Grenier’s hands, we’ll go back to Dr. Grenier.  Then Roy MAY (it depends on a lot of things) have the multifocal lens removed and a monofocal lens inserted.  Monofocal will only correct far vision.  He’ll still need to use reading glasses but his far vision will be much better.  That is the hope at least.

Roy spoke on the phone after seeing Dr. Grenier with the young man who first posted on facebook his issue with our original doctor.  We learned that since he posted his experience, others have contacted him about the doctor.  I, Rosalyn, am especially sad about all of this since our original doctor is someone I have always loved going to and felt confident of his abilities.  Finding all this out has shattered that view of him.  I have recommended him to so many people and I hope that they have not been hurt because of that.

Finding out that he has macular degeneration in both eyes is a serious thing Roy is now having to come to terms with along with all the rest.  Please pray for the very best to come out of this for Roy.

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02.21.18 Daddy is Home by Anne Graham Lotz

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February 21, 2018


Regarding the death of her father, Billy Graham

My Father’s legacy is one that encompasses the world…and engulfs my own life. When I think of him, I don’t think of Billy Graham, the public figure. I think of my Daddy. The one who was always a farmer at heart. Who loved his dogs and his cat. Who followed the weather patterns almost as closely as he did world events. Who wore old blue jeans, comfortable sweaters, and a baseball cap. Who loved lukewarm coffee, sweet ice tea, one scoop of ice cream, and a plain hamburger from McDonald’s. Who was interested in everything and everyone, from the small to the great. Whose mind remembered details that even a computer would have trouble recalling.

But when I think of him I also think of his message because he was immersed in it. Saturated in it. He was his message…a simple man who had responded to God’s love by placing his faith in Jesus, receiving the assurance that his sins were forgiven, that he would not perish, but would have everlasting life. Simple faith. Faith that now matters more than anything else.

For years, over his head as he preached was the banner that quoted the words of Jesus: I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. Jesus completed that sentence by saying that no one comes to the Father but by Me. Based on what Jesus said, Daddy is safely with the Father. In Heaven. Daddy not only claimed Jesus as the only Way to God, he lived by the Truth publicly on platforms and privately behind closed doors, and is now enjoying real Life.

I have often stated that I was raised by a single parent because ministry took my father away from our family—for weeks and months at a time. Daddy estimated that he was gone from home approximately 60 percent of his children’s growing-up years. Now, he has left again. This time, he will not be coming back. At least, not until Jesus does, too.

While he may be physically absent and his voice silent, I am confident that his message will continue to reverberate throughout the generations to come. My prayer on this day of his move to Our Father’s House is that his death will be a rallying cry. That tens of thousands of pastors, teachers, evangelists, and ordinary men and women will rise up to take his place. That they will take up his message like a baton being passed in a relay race and faithfully pass it on to those with whom they come in contact. Because Daddy’s message is God’s message. And it’s a message of genuine hope for the future, of love for the present, of forgiveness for the past.

It’s a message, when received, that brings a fresh beginning, unshakable joy, unexplainable peace, eternal significance, meaning and purpose to life, and opens Heaven’s door.

It was this message, which Daddy carried to the world, that penetrated my own heart as a young girl and has created in me a personal, passionate resolve to communicate it myself to as many people as possible. And so, even as my tears seem to be unending, I silently rededicate my life to picking up and passing on the baton. Would you do the same?

02.19.18 Redoing Plumbing Pipes – How Fun!!!

Tuesday, February 19, 2018 – Roy took on some work in our yard this past week.  When we first built the house we planted three rose bushes in front of the concrete opening to the septic tank.  They’ve grown large and would make accessing the opening very prickly.  I cut the bushes back a good bit several weeks ago.  Roy dug all three up yesterday and moved them a couple of feet forward and planted them further apart so they can grow better. Moving the rose bushes and redoing the plumbing pipes are probably not something anyone will care about but it helps us to document when we do things!



After moving the rose bushes Roy took on another project.  The man does not know when to stop when he gets started.

When we built the house we told the septic tank company we wanted 4 inch schedule 40 pvc connecting the house to the septic tank.  After they was paid and we were off enjoying our travels we got a phone call from the renters that nasty things were backing up into the tub.  We discovered after this happened TWICE that the septic tank company didn’t put down what we requested.  They put down thin wall pvc pipe (which is what some people do use but Roy wanted something sturdier and thought that’s what we paid for and got).  The thin wall pipe made it susceptible to collapse which it did.

This first photo is the 4 inch schedule 40 PVC we originally asked for.

This is the thin wall PVC that has to come out and be replaced by the one above.  You can see the difference in the quality of pipe.

When we got the first call about the problem we learned that the pipe had collapsed.  Still not knowing it was not what we requested our contractor contacted the septic people but they didn’t want to fool with it.  He then contacted our original plumber who came back and replaced a portion of the line.  He charged us almost $1000 to replace 5 feet of pipe, which was way more than the work was worth.  We ended up paying what we thought the work was worth.  He probably wasn’t happy with us.

The second time the nasty things were backing up into the tub it was late one Sunday afternoon.  Roy got in touch with Roto Rooter who came out and ran a snake into the line to clear it.  Roy then requested that the Roto Rooter man put a camera down the pipe so he could look and see what was going on.  This allowed him to discover that sections of the pipe were way below grade and was totally filled with water even though the pipe was clog free. Roto Rooter then gave us a price of $3,500 to repair the problems.

My honey Roy, being the fix it man he is, started digging the dirt away from the thin pipe and got about 2/3 way from the house to the septic tank yesterday.  Today we purchased the 4 inch schedule 40 pvc we thought we were getting originally.  He finished digging up the dirt to the top of the pipe today.  He then used a pick ax to dig along the sides of the pipe to get deep enough to remove it.  We are now having to put it in ourselves (you know ourselves means Roy, not me).  We disliked greatly having to do this (This also means Roy!)  Don’t understand why subcontractors don’t always do what they are asked to do.

This is the old pipe going from the house to the septic tank.



This is Roy starting his second day of digging to get to the old pipe.

Taking out part of the old pipe.

After this photo was taken, Roy installed the new pipe, making sure that everything was set to grade so that the pipes would no longer hold water.  He added a couple of new sewer clean out plugs to help with future issues.  All the dirt that was dug out was put back and hopefully grass will grow over it soon! It’s all finished.  Roy cut the old pipe up and it is piled out by the street so the trash people will take it.

To show you how wonderful it is to have such a capable husband, he did all the work and the materials were under $200.  A long way from $3,500!

It will be hard to top this blog post about septic tank pipes. We spent an amazing Sunday afternoon with Chip’s family.  I think that will be next!

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02.18.18 Treasured Photos over 25 years old from Trinity Baptist

Monday, February 19, 2018 – Okay Trinity folks current and past!  I’ve collected these photos over the years for different reasons.  They are at least 25 years old, some are much much older.  I hope that anyone who wants one will be able to get it from here.  Just right click on the photo and when the option “Save Image As” comes up, click on it and find on your computer where you want to save it to and Save It!!

I am going to try to include the names of those that I am sure I know in each photo.  The photos will be numbered.  If I didn’t identify someone, or if I identified them incorrectly, please send me a message at rosalyn@selu.edu or leave a comment at the bottom of this blog post.  Let me know what photo number and the person’s name.  I’ll add them when I can.  If I’ve misspelled a name let me know that too so I can correct it.  The names in Red are corrections or additions given to me by others since I originally posted it.

I have enjoyed looking at these photos every time I run across them and don’t think I should be the only person who gets to enjoy them!  Many of these amazing folks are now living in Heaven with their Lord!  How wonderful that we can look forward to seeing them again!  I have lots more from recent years and those will be shared in a future post.

Trinity has a long history of wonderful church family members and you’ll surely see this in these photos.  There are over 80 photos, but I truly hope as you see these photos you will be warmed by the rich heritage we enjoy at Trinity.

Here we go!

1. Ray Beall, Almatine Scott, Louis Hill, Pearl Lipscomb

2. Harvey Taylor and Joyce Taylor, Whitey Lipscomb, Pearl Lipscomb

3. Robert Scott, Almatine Scott, Viola Beall East

4. Spot Traylor, Wylie Traylor, Teddy Forrest, Dickie and Dee Nelson, Mr. Ted Forrest (the best deepest voice I’ve ever heard) – AKA The Wayfarers

5. Grover McGee, Ray Beall, Larry and Patricia Pierson (Patricia is Ms. Bertie and Mr Willie Hill’s daughter)

6. Ray Beall, Willie Hill

7. Grover McGee


9. Whitey Lipscomb, Viola Beall East, Jo Traylor, Gladys Dufreche

10. Ms Vera Dyess (Ray Beall’s sister), Grover McGee, Ruby McGee

11. Viola Beall East

12. Joyce Taylor, Harvey Taylor

13. Viola Beall East, Grover McGee, Jo Traylor, Pearl Traylor

14. Jo Traylor, Pearl Traylor, Pearl Lipscomb

15. Whitey Lipscomb, Willie Hill, Birdie Hill

16. Ruby McGee, Grover McGee, Mildred Forrest17. Joyce Taylor

18. Whitey Lipscomb, Mr. Ted Forrest, Ray Beall, Brent Dufreche, Willie Hill

19. Pearl Traylor, Mildred Forrest

20. Ray Bealle, Leander Willie, Robert Scott, Edgar Traylor, Mr. Ted Forrest

21. Betsy Traylor, Wiley Traylor

22. Matt Traylor,

23. Connie Burleson Holden, Ron Burleson, Bobby Hill, Julie Lester

24. Vivian Trimble (Trinity’s first pastors wife) and her two daughters Rebecca and Jerri

25.    Teddy Forrest IV, Jeff Gatlin, Otis Traylor, Scottie Matherne. Coach was Jimmy Gatlin, Bryan Alford

26. Slim Traylor, Robert Ray Traylor, Jeffrey Hill

27. Mildred Forrest, Pearl Lipscomb,  Joyce Taylor,  Viola Beall East, Helen Traylor, Ora Nell Farris, Pearl Traylor, Ruby Traylor, Emily Wall

28. Bro. Malcolm Massey, Louise Traylor

29. Leanna Willie Traylor, Marie Willie

30. Ashley Traylor Louviere

31. Louise Traylor, Leanna Willie Traylor

32. Leanna Willie Traylor

33. Mary Grace Traylor Lamonte

34.  Paw Paw Bill Traylor, Curtis Kinchen

35.  Trinity’s Youth Building

36. Patricia Young, Mary Grace Traylor Lamonte

37. Dickie and Dee Nelson, Gene Traylor, Diane Haase, Jenny Nelson (between Dickie and Dee) Dickie is holding Jeremy

38. Johnny Compton, Doug Williamson, Pat Young, Charles Paradelas, Raymond Rawls, Jimmy Young, Herny Matherne, Clara Ann Scott, Charlotte Paradelas, Wanda Forest, Pat Found

39. Otis and Mary Catherine Traylor

40. Kim Sirone,

41. Trey Sirone

42. Bro. Malcolm Massey and his wife Georgia, Louise Traylor, Dottie Traylor

43. Almatine Scott, Gladys and Judge Brent Dufreche

44. Kim Sirone


46. Mary Catherine Beall Hardy, Eula Mae Beall & Robert Ray Beall

47. Annabelle Arthur, Buren Hollis, Jr, Inez Vitrano, Ronnie Traylor

48. Rebecca Bankston Willoughby


50. Mary Grace Traylor Lamonte, Sheree Daniels

51. Philip Bankston (waving)

52. Gordon Traylor, Almatine Scott

53. Kim Sirone

54. Teddy Forrest IV and Kim Sirone at Wiley and Betsy Traylor’s wedding

55. Ashley Traylor Louviere, Louise Traylor, Pam Waffler, Kim Sirone

56. Barbara Davis, Jessica Davis and Daniel Davis

57. Susan Traylor Griffin, Gladys Dufreche

58. Trey Sirone

59. Mary Grace Lamonte, Linda Cummings, Sharon Compton, Clara Ann Scott, Pat Anderson

60. Louis Hill

61. Tom Coplin, Byron Wild Sr., Harvey Taylor

62. Vivian Traylor, Jo Blum Traylor

63. Ronnie Daniels, Gene Traylor, Johnny Compton, Spot Traylor, Jimmy Young, Teddy Forest

64. Edgar Traylor, Oliver Thompson


66. Louise Traylor, Leanna Willie Traylor

67. Deyampert Traylor, Viola Beall East, Gene Traylor, Edgar Traylor, Mary Catherine Traylor (their mama)

68. Harvey Traylor,  Mary Grace Traylor Lamonte

69.  Jessica Davis, Amanda Russell

70.  Jessica Forrest and Jessica Davis

71. Louise and Edgar Traylor

72. Connie Burleson, Sharon Compton, Mary Grace Traylor Lamonte, Jan Foster Traylor

73. Nan Traylor, Spot Traylor, Edgar Traylor, Mary Grace Traylor Lamonte, Louise Traylor

74. Vivian Traylor and Jo Blum Traylor

75. Ashley Traylor Louviere, Jessica Davis, Christina Picou

76. Rosalyn Chauvin, Margie Allen, Eddie McGhee, Mike Landry, Spot Traylor, Lee Russell, Bob Beall, Sue Picou, Chrissie McGhee, Kim Russell, Sherry Beall

77. Leanna Willie Traylor, Louise Traylor, Jo Blum Traylor, Vivian Traylor, Susan Wild, Rosa Mae Traylor78.  Marie Willie, Leander Willie,

79. Gene Traylor, Michael Traylor, Allie Traylor, Sharon Traylor Compton, Connie Traylor Burleson

80. Spot Traylor and Edgar Traylor

81. Spot Traylor, Edgar Traylor

82.  Dr. Randy Davis and Jessica Davis

83. Gene Traylor, Sharon Traylor Compton, Connie Traylor Burleson and Mike Traylor

84. Gene Traylor, Darryn Compton, Lance Traylor & Bryan Burleson

85. Zach Traylor, Tellius Traylor

That’s it, whew!  The next group of Trinity photos will be photos less than 25 years old.  We even have Linda Graves in a clown costume!!!!  I’ll be sharing some of my and Roy’s family photos next time.

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02.18.18 Trip to Tennessee to see knee doctor, our precious grandchildren and local doctor visits

Sunday, February 18, 2018 – Monday we left very early in the morning and drove  over 7 hours to get to Cordova, Tennessee and 7 hours to come back to Louisiana in the same day.  Roy’s idea, not mine!  He handles driving that much really well.  That’s my man!  Our orthopedic doctor here in Louisiana told me I need a full knee replacement.  I wanted to see what the doctor in Tennessee who did Roy’s full knee replacement had to say about what I need.  After xrays and a bone density scan he came in and said my bone density was great (yay! yay!) and showed me where I only need a partial knee replacement because only one side of my knee is bone on bone, the other still has some cushion.  He explained that a lot of doctors do not want to do partials but he does.  With a partial knee replacement I don’t have to stay over night in the hospital and should require no rehab.  Dr. Schrader is absolutely worth driving to Tennessee for.

When we sat down with the scheduling lady, Darla, we went over a lot of things.  When she asked me what my last A1C was I had to tell her it was 10 and there we ran into a stumbling block.  If you don’t know what Hemoglobin A1C is, it is a blood test that indicates the average level of blood sugar over the past 2 to 3 months.  5 is really great, 7 is the highest it can be for the doctor to do the knee surgery.  10 is pretty unacceptable even without it affecting me having the surgery. 

I made an appointment to see my Family Doctor, Dr. Hugo Valdes today, Friday, to get orders for my A1C.  Darla, at Dr. Schraders office, recommended just having the A1C test done now so I can see how much I have to work on bringing it down to 7.  This is a really huge obstacle made even more difficult because I should be exercising to get it down and exercising or walking makes my knee hurt a lot.  So Yes I need a partial knee replacement, Yes Dr. Schrader will do it and No can’t have it done until I get my A1C at or below 7.

We’ve been wanting to see our oldest son’s family and have been waiting for the weather to improve and for our grandchildren to be well.  We met them at a public park in Baton Rouge and enjoyed seeing them run around and playing with children.  We had some time to visit with them and their mom.  Their precious hugs and how they like to share things with us is priceless.  Their parents don’t like us sharing photos so you will have to imagine four adorable loving, well behaved and kind children.  All four cute as a button!! Our son’s oldest daughter loves reading and now writes.  She’s 9 and has written her first book which is a mystery.  We read it and are so proud of someone that young taking to writing like she has.

Roy’s been working on replacing the plumbing pipes between the house and the septic tank.  I’ve written about it but haven’t gotten it published yet.  He finished today and I know he’s very delight to have that over with!  Photos will be in the blog about the plumbing.

Friday morning we went to Dr. Valdes who tested my blood there to get my A1C.  I was a little happy that its 9 and not 10.  There is still a good ways to go to get it to 7 but not as far as if I was started at 10.   He’s greatly increased the Toujeo (insulin injection) I am taking to help bring it down.  He said for me to contact my insurance company to see if they will cover Soliqua which is insulin.  That call will be made first thing Monday.  I had some other health concerns we talked about. Dr. Valdes is such an amazing doctor. He covers everything in detail and really listens. He remembers us from visit to visit and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that.  He’s taken care of us wherever we’ve been throughout the USA. He gave me blood test orders for some of the health concerns we talked about and we went across the street to Quest to have that done.  Oh and I lost another pound!!!

After Dr. Valdes we stopped at Chip’s work to get some hugs and lovin!!  Next was the appointment with Dr. Morgan, Neurologist.  She’s still not the neurologist I want forever but the new dementia medicine she put me on, galantamine, is helping a little so she increased it from 8 mg a day to 24 mg a day for the next month.  I had a really bad dementia day this week so I am really hoping the increased dosage of galantamine helps.  I know that having a really bad dementia day is pretty vague.  I’ll be writing more about what that means.

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