The Silver Gypsy

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Sharlene Minshall

Sharlene Minshall

Widowed at 45, Sharlene Minshall dusted herself off and left Michigan driving full tilt into a twenty-year solo, full-time RVing saga taking her from Key West, Florida, to Prudhoe Bay, Alaska; from Baja and old Mexico to Newfoundland/Labrador; and most drivable points in between. This, mother and grandmother, former medical secretary, and intrepid traveler, canoed the Yukon, mushed sled dogs on a glacier, paraglided off a Colorado mountain, served as “cabin girl” at a western dude ranch, and among other adventures, rode a mule to the bottom of the Grand Canyon, played with the polar bears at Hudson Bay, and lived six months on a Mexican beach. Sharlene gave lectures at Life on Wheels venues for ten years, and published six non-fiction, RV-related how-to and adventure books. Recently, the Silver Gypsy reinvented herself as a fiction writer with her first e-novel, Winter in the Wilderness.

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The Silver Gypsy: 60th Reunion!

A letter followed me to Virginia last summer, an invitation to the 60th class reunion of Dowagiac High School’s 1954 graduating class in Michigan.  We missed the 55th reunion because it is a lot of work to put a reunion together and the home town group didn’t want to do it and I can’t blame them.  At any rate, this invitation came with a date of September and with plans already made for the next few months, I was not free to go.  It will be the first one I’ve missed.  We have had them every five years and I’ve driven or flown from far distant points to be there to renew old acquaintances.  It is a disappointment but the invitation brought back lots of memories. 

As September 27th approached, I found my senior year book to reminisce.  I don’t know if class books are still used or whether students still write notes in them on the last days of school.  If they do, I hope they are writing the notes in ink because those are almost the only ones that survived the years.   But then again, I’m sure that none of us were thinking 60 years ahead to whether our silly notes to each other would still be legible.   

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The Silver Gypsy: Interesting Seatmates

People in general are very interesting.  When I flew from Lynchburg, VA to Charlotte, NC, on my way back to Phoenix, I was prepared for an ultra-quiet flight.  These short flights are usually filled with business types who have their noses glued to various sized computers or phones and want no engagement of any kind.  It was a surprise to have a young man about the age of my grandson (17) as my seat companion. 

He asked, “Have you ridden on one of these small planes before.”
“Yes, many times.  And you?”
“No, it’s my first time.”
“I call them butterflies.  It will be an adventure.”
“My name is Ronald.  I didn’t catch yours,” he said with an engaging smile.
“My name is ‘Charlie.”

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The Silver Gypsy: A National Treasure

This is a story that I wrote.  It was published in 1996.  As you head to the warm country for the winter, stop by this national treasure.  You won’t be disappointed.

Some say it is indescribable.  Others call it magnificent.  To many it is awesome.  Still others describe it as Mother Nature’s theater-in-the-round.  It is Crater Lake National Park, Oregon’s only national park, established by President Theodore Roosevelt in 1902. 

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The Silver Gypsy: Ants and Bunnies!

Now we are back to "real" time and I have been home about a month.  I love being back but it always feels like I am being punished for going away.  The trees and plants were overgrown and the ants had been working overtime.  I finally realized it was wise to just let the ants do their thing.  They bring up the most wonderful dirt when they make their big cones.  I just rake it around.  It is much easier to work with than the hard desert dirt.  I  have a feeling one day that my house will just disappear into a giant ant den.

b2ap3_thumbnail_BLOG-SAGUARO-STORM-003.jpgb2ap3_thumbnail_HOME-STORM-005.jpgThe bunnies love all the trimming.  I usually leave the cut branches piled up for awhile.  I try to remember to not come out of the office (shed) at full speed and scare them off.  One afternoon there were seven of them chomping away at the big green salad.  They also help keep the yard clean by eating the mesquite tree pods.  They take them by one end and chomp them into their mouths, a little like slurping spaghetti.

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The Silver Gypsy: Revisiting the Waltons

Just one of the many perks of visiting my VA kids, is that they have a huge flat-screen TV with the Hallmark Channel and re-runs of some of my favorite TV shows.  When I started writing this blog and checked its history, I realized the Walton’s TV drama ran from 1972 to 1981.  That was 33 years ago!  Well, I almost choked on that one!  As I watched many reruns I hadn’t seen before, I also realized I had choir that night.  Since it was a favorite, I stayed home until the last possible minute, and then avoided the eyes of my choir director as I slid into my seat very close to being late.

b2ap3_thumbnail_ORIG-HAMNER-HOME-2014-046.jpgFriend Sue, my son-in-law’s mother, and I, drove north from Lynchburg, then turned on the narrow country road through the hilly forest to Schuyler, VA, famous for its soapstone industry but even more famous in later years for being the home of Earl Hamner, Jr.  We passed the Hamner family home, now empty of Hamners since it was sold shortly before the last Hamner occupant, Jim-Bob, died in 2004.  

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The Silver Gypsy: Booker T. Washington National Monument

In Virginia recently, I picked up my son-in-law Tom’s mother who doesn’t drive and we went on a half day adventure to the Booker T. Washington National Monument.  Booker T. Washington was born in 1856 on the 207-acre Burroughs tobacco farm on Route #122 near Roanoke and Smith Mountain Lake.  This African American was born in the tiny reconstructed two-story slave cabin you see pictured here.  With no wooden floor or otherwise in the tiny space, he, his mother and brother and sister slept on piles of dirty rags on the bare ground. 

b2ap3_thumbnail_INSIDE-SLAVE-CABIN--3-058.jpgHis mother was the plantation cook but that did not mean regular meals for those children.  It was a catch as catch can existence where food meant snatching a piece of meat, some broth-stretched stew or perhaps some corn filched before the pigs ate it.   The slaves tended a vegetable garden, sometimes providing fresh vegetables to eat.  A “hole in the earthen floor, covered with boards” was for the winter storing of sweet potatoes.  Washington tells, “Sometimes I would come into possession of one or two, which I roasted and thoroughly enjoyed.”  Sometimes his mother would cook a chicken and they would eat it in the middle of the night so that by morning there was no evidence it had been stolen.

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The Silver Gypsy: Lesson “LLLL”

“LLLL” means Learn to Live with Less Luggage.

My flight was late out of Lynchburg, late out of Charlotte International, NC, and late to arrive in Phoenix.  So what’s new? I didn’t want to jostle any friends out of a warm bed at 1 a.m. to pick me up so I found a quiet spot to wait for daylight, perchance to sleep.  It was right across from the “lost luggage” office.

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The Silver Gypsy: The Wider World

It is always interesting to visit other churches.  I went with my kids to the Peakland United Methodist Church my first Sunday in Virginia.  The second Sunday I went with my son-in-law’s parents to the Chestnut Hill United Methodist Church.  They were the same denomination but completely different in delivery.  Tracey’s church presented the 20+ kids that had just attended their Summer Bible School.  

b2ap3_thumbnail_SUMMER-2014-VA-012.jpgWe were given stories and examples of their work but the most fun was when all the kids were up in front singing and dancing to the songs they had learned.  You could almost tell who had missed a few sessions or maybe just weren’t paying attention.  They were the ones that were at least a step and a half behind the rest when it came to swirling around in a circle or clapping their hands to the rhythm.  They were adorable and oh so lost…dancing that is.  I’m sure with that enthusiasm, grace, and sincerity, they were on a path straight to heaven’s doors.   All the congregational songs were also straight from long ago Summer Bible School, Jesus Loves me and Jesus Loves the Little Children.     

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The Silver Gypsy: Summer on the Blue Ridge

By the time you read this, I’ll be a week away from heading back home.  I’m in Virginia visiting with my baby and her husband and her baby, my almost 17-year-old grandson.  Last year he squired me all over VA acquiring enough driving hours with a licensed driver to be eligible for his driver’s license, including a wild three-hour shadowy trip down the Blue Ridge Parkway for the required night driving.   This year he has a part-time job and a part-time internship with a local company.   He is at that exciting age of preparing for college that is only a year away.  Since I was in post-surgical mode this trip, I relaxed and watched the Hallmark Channel on their big TV, neither of which I have in AZ.

b2ap3_thumbnail_SUMMER-2014-VA--2-061.jpgI love to watch the old programs especially, Little House on the Prairie and The Waltons.  I couldn’t believe that I saw several stories I hadn’t seen before.  The Waltons, written by Earl Hamner, was centered in a part of Virginia very close to here.  I have been there several times over the years of visiting Tracey and her family, once meeting most of the cast, but I’ll leave this newest visit for another story because I want to head on over there sometime before I leave.

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The Silver Gypsy: Mission Trip - Part 2

Tracey Norvelle’s continuing story:  

We worked two days, and then had a play day, so we had four work days and two play days altogether.  On one of our play days, the Mission rented motorcycles with Dominican drivers.  We rode behind the driver and hung on.  I was hanging off the back side taking pictures.  We visited an old church constructed with materials from Christopher Columbus’s original church in 1492.  We spent the whole morning there and at the Visitor Center.  The Mission brought our lunches into Luperon, and then we went to an abandoned resort on the ocean and went swimming for several hours in the warm water.  It was gorgeous. 

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