Thursday, February 19, 2009

Dallas





















Here I am on line again, hopefully to give you a view of our Dallas trip.
One of our special treats was to visit the King Tut exhibit. Brother Charles has arranged tickets for a tour at the Dallas museum of which they are members. It was a wonderful exhibit and we saw several things that we had not seen in the Cairo museum. It was also a great way to remember that amazing trip down the Nile.







Of course I was anxious to see the Bush house though we weren't sure how tight security was. He and Laura were actually at
BUSH HOUSE
the house before we drove by, so we had no problem other than knowing Tom's brother's liscense plate was being checked. There were a couple of cars at the entrance to the cul-de-sac, but they gave us no grief.

The house is at the end of a cul-de-sac and is very unpretensious. Large old oak trees give the house a secure feeling and will certainly keep prying eyes from getting a good view.

There were Welcome Home signs for George and Laura everywhere.

We had a celebration for Luella's granddaughter Susan's engagement which included her finance Kelly, his two children and his grandad and mother.










There was a trip to the ICR Institute which is now headquartered in Dallas. That is the Institute for Creation Research. Here is a photo of Tom about to be eaten by one of their dinosaurs.




Another highlight of our visit was visiting with nephew Steve.








Tom and brother Charles spent hours working on filing and cateloging family photos. No one has attacked geneology like Charles, nor is anyone as organized as evidenced by this photo of his study.
Charles and Luella are excellent hosts. We had a great time.

1 comment:

Pappy said...

Well there you are and here I am. Looks and sounds like fun. The pictures were entertaining too. Charles' office is a sure sign of a sick mind. I sit here among the stacks of unfinished novels, receipts, collections of items I thought worthy of printing, and other assorted unfiled junk. Maybe tomorrow I will tackle it - Not. Love, Dennis