"Where You Been Chinquapin?"

I haven't blogged this past summer. Grandkids Andrew, Caroline and Daniel were here (along with their parents Brooke and Matthew) and I wanted to spend as much time as possible with them. They live in Spain so when they're here time is precious and I put stuff like blogging on the back burner.


Plus, another grandson arrived in Nashville, Isaac, and we wanted to be there for his arrival and back to see him (and his parents Bethany and David) on July 4.


Deb and I are also excited about our grandson Carter's arrival in Indiana probably later this month. We won't have all the grandchildren together until next summer but here are the four that were together this summer.



The title for this blog is a saying I heard as boy in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina. A chinquapin is a wild nut that grows on the side of the mountains. It tastes good but is so much smaller than a chestnut, which also grows inside a burr like a chinquapin, that it takes quite a few to make a mouthful. But its worth the work to pick & eat them because they are unique and delicious!


I used to take a lunch bag full of chinquapins to school to snack on. Boy was I country!

For some reason I've always compared some people I know to chinquapins. They take a lot of work to understand and love but when you get past their prickly burrs and spend enough time with them you see their good points.

"Be patient with everyone..." 1 Thessalonians 5:14c (CEV)