I just met someone for the first time.
As soon as we shook hands, she asked me “Who are you? What’s your claim to fame? Continue reading
I just met someone for the first time.
As soon as we shook hands, she asked me “Who are you? What’s your claim to fame? Continue reading
John and Joan Millott are calling lot #41 home. They actually took possession three
years ago but with all their travels and Covid restrictions, we are just now meeting them. Both John and Joan worked in the electronics industry prior to retirement. They have been married for 59 years and have one daughter and 2 granddaughters. During the 14 years they have been RVing, they worked as Docents at the Visitor Center in Mendocino, CA. They love the California coast and their view at the Visitor
Center. Sedona, AZ is also a favorite.
Submitted by Bev Boykin Lot #87, Membership Committee
By Ruby Bonham
L’il Toot is a Classic Bell Boy boat. Ed found her in a field with a gaping hole in her side. After approaching the farmer he bought her and hauled her home where he lovingly restored her. Ed loved that boat like a daughter. Continue reading
Emergency Preparedness Committee will hold its monthly meeting on Tuesday, June 8, at 10 a.m. in the Clubhouse, Big Room.
Agenda items include:
by Fred Prout
Heroes come in all sizes and forms. Sometimes it’s the result of the act, rather than the act itself, that is heroic.
The “hero” of this story is a moron. Continue reading
Memorial Day Weekend saw the awakening of Timber Valley social events. And while we were happy to be “sociable” again we recognized that this weekend memorializes those who have fought and died for us to make such celebrations possible. We also acknowledge that all have contributed by wearing masks, social distancing and getting vaccinated: we are grateful to all of you for your contribution to the diminution of our current pandemic. Continue reading
by Jackie Deal
I am Amber. The Attack Cat. Hear me roar! I am alert. Ready for battle. Ready to protect my home and family. I lie flat to the floor to escape detection by the enemy. My paws are ready to pounce. My ears are flat, back, the better to hear. My claws are unsheathed. I am a sleek, well-oiled killing machine. I am watching. Waiting. Continue reading