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Sequim, Washington – Day 2

The motorhome is parked at Elks Club 2642 in Sequim, Washington. We are planning to depart on Wednesday.

Yesterday I followed Mary around a farmer’s market, art gallery and art museum. Here are some of the photos that I took…

As always you may left click upon an image to see an enlarged view and then click once again to see an even larger view…




















Yesterday was a sunny day at 77 degrees. Forecast for today is sunny and 74 degrees.

Enjoying nice weather is another joy in the life of a full-time RVer!

The red dot on the below map shows our approximate location in the State of Was. You may double left-click the map to make it larger…


Enjoying 65-75 degree temperatures with low humidity most of the year is a primary joy in the RVing lifestyle!

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving”…Albert Einstein


On October 27, 2012, I created a two-minute video titled America The Beautiful. The music America The Beautiful is by Christopher W. French. The photos, which I randomly selected, are from the states of Arizona, California, Colorado, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Massachusetts, Mississippi, Montana, New Mexico, North Carolina, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Texas, Tennessee, Washington and West Virginia (not shown in that order)…are mine. Yup, That’s me standing in front of the Post Office in Luckenbach, Texas…Y’all!

Click this link to start the video. Make sure you have your speakers turned on and go to full screen asap.

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There are more than 500 photo albums in my Picasa Web Albums File. To gain access, you simply have to click this link…

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All original material Copyright – Jim Jaillet 2014

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Mary’s Mobile Art Gallery

For over a year, Mary has been bugging me to hang a frame for her art collection. Normally, I’m pleased to do anything she asks of me,,,but her stipulations were what was presenting my problems to fulfill her request. If she had just one print she wanted to hang…it would have been no problem. But no…she has several prints and she wants to be able to rotate them on a weekly basis. Right now she has eight in her collection, but I’ll bet there will be others in the future!

So, how to rig the frame and how to mount the frame presented a problem. Interior walls in an RV are really thin and cannot support much weight and not having access to the other side of that wall presented the problem of what kind of hanging fixtures to use.

Now that I have a lot of time on my hands, I sat down and gave these two problems a great deal of thought. First problem…how to rig the frame so it could be opened on a weekly basis. Most frames have these little metal do-dads that hold a picture in place. Problem…bend them a couple of times and they break. Hmmm…what to do about that?

I came up with a system where she can change prints frequently with no problem. First I rigged four rotatable locking devices on the frame…

Here’s a close-up…

Then where to hang the frame…

Then how to hang the frame…

A simple cup hook screwed into the ceiling solved that problem. Now before heading down the highway all she has to do is lift them frame off the cup hook and lay it on the bed. Both problems solved!

I was going to wait and surprise her when I arrive at her home on April 17th, but I was so pleased to have finally figured out how to fix the problems that I told her yesterday when we chatted on the phone. She was really pleased with the news.

When Mary’s happy, then I’m happy! I’m sure that this little happening will greatly add to her enjoyment of the motorhome. Mary really loves her Art!

All original material Copyright – Jim Jaillet 2011
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National Naval Aviation Museum, Pensacola, Florida – Day 3

Jim says: Yesterday was the final and a 4.5-hour day at the museum.

Here’s a few photos of some things I saw…

From the Art Gallery
From the Art Gallery
From the Art Gallery
From the Art Gallery
Tribute to Bob Hope’s 60 years of entertaining the troops.
Loaded For Bear!

To see the other 56 photos I took, click this link…

Here’s the National Naval Aviation Museum official website link…

Here’s a Wikipedia information link…

Here’s a Facebook link…

On my final day I finished the first floor exhibits which included…
* The remainder of the U.S. Coast Guard,
* The Emil Buehler Naval Aviation Art Gallery,
* Modern Day Aircraft,
* Bob Hope’s 60 years of entertaining the troops, and
* I sat through two IMAX movies…The Magic of Flight and The Hubble (Telescope).
Here’s the links for the IMAX movies trailers…

Well, three days (16.5 hours total) later I am finally done with my visit to this amazing museum. And what’s most amazing of all, IT’S FREE!…No admission charges to the Museum. IMAX films are $7.50. What a great experience!

All original material Copyright – Jim Jaillet 2010
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Rita  Datreauie (pronounced Daughtry) Marks is a talented woman who speaks Creole French, Cajun French and English. She attends formal Parisian French classes at the Town Market Rural Art Center in Arnaudville, where she lives.
“Whatever for, I queried?”

She and her son, George, explained the complicated fusion of cultures and languages that makes up the Southern, Louisiana landscape.
“Just seven miles away at Cecile, the language is different than here.” Rita can speak and understand them both.  Punished as a child for speaking her language at school, she was spanked, hard, or made to kneel all day. The  resulting humiliation made her feel insecure about her heritage. Outsiders often regarded people who spoke, so called,  “bastard” French, as dumb and inferior.

Collectively, Cajun/Creole peoples like Rita and George have seen a welcome renaissance of their culture.  So, Rita is learning a third “French” language to be able to communicate with Canadians and Parisians. And, in answer to my why do you do it?  “People from all over the world come to this little village, to dance, to hear the music and enjoy this place, I want to be able to communicate with them.” There is an elevation of pride, here, to being a French speaking person now.

This marvelous Cultural Arts Community Center is named Nunu’s for Rita’s husband which is vernacular for “teddy bear” in fun reference to a man’s half-circle front balding pattern that George Marks also inherited from his father.  Their website is:

Families once held their dances at each others houses. Rita described it like this: “We’d go to each others house. My boys would remove one wall of the house and take it to the barn. Everybody would come, the babies would be laid to sleep on the floor. We played and listened to the music and danced, sometimes for three days, all night and all day. Never stop. Then they’d go get the wall and nail it back up, but not too tight.”

The model projects funded for community centers  that held dances where alcohol was consumed excluded children, by law. As the older people died off, the centers closed. George Marks went to an Attorney in Milwaukee to learn how to keep the children involved, as they did in the past, and still be within the law. It turned out they needed a restaurant with their bar and a catering license. So, now the children dance and sing right along with their parents. George described one young Cajun musician who rocks her child’s cradle on stage while she’s playing. “How nice is that?” he says.

But, NuNu’s is so much more, as George is want to say.  An art center, bar,  restaurant, and dance hall. It serves potters and painters and poets and dancers.  It serves musicians, performance art, writing, culinary arts and healing. It has movies, classes, its  an educational center and gallery. A vibrant arts community with so much to admire. Non pariel!

I fell for this painting by Vera Judycki, Dancers Collage.

Michele showed us outside, Nunu’s, door,  where the two bayou’s meet,  a tiny island created  when the damn yanks were coming.

The citizens sunk a boat and loaded it with heavy junk to block the bayou from any marauding boats. The spot, now an island,  is soon to be designated a  National Heritage Point of Interest.  Here, they hold a festival, Le Feu Et L’eau, Fire And Water. This year it will be Dec. 4th, 5th and 6th. They line an area of the bayou with metal boats and light fires in them. Friday is the warm-up, Sat. the fires and Sunday, the embers. People boat down to Arnaudville and view, enjoy the music, art, demos, an auction and food.  If I ever leave California, it will be to Arnaudville.

Besides, I want to see the Cajun Cyclists. A group of ragin’, dancin’, drinkin’ , ass kickin’ Cajuns who haul their own paddy wagon along with them. They dance at every zydeco venue within bicycling distance for a week and then go home and rest to try again another day.  Its Awesome. Their website:

Michele, our trusty tour guide  took us on to Grand Coteau, a neighboring community, to visit Casa Azul, a gift shop and art gallery, that deals in Parisian, Haitian, Indian and other works. With an open mic night for locals, also part of the Rural Arts grant that serves Nunu’s, we saw unusual gift ideas that weren’t stamped “made in China.”  Refreshing.

How nice to be able to emote, recite poetry, sing, preach or whatever?  The spirit lives! I don’t know how to say that in French.

Besides, this is “hard core” Catholic country. The nearby Sacred Heart Academy at Grand Coteau was founded in 1821. The bricks and mortar went together starting  in 1838. It is the only one of 200 Sacred Heart Schools that has never closed and is still graduating kids at a high rate into colleges. Its also the only remaining boarding school in the United States.  Michele Anne Boulet, attended Sacred Heart. She and her friends are still convinced the school is haunted, possibly by Sister Mary Wilson who was a librarian. No one admits to tossing books off the shelves onto the floor. Yet, when teachers arrive in the morning, certain books have been tossed onto the floor.
A miracle happened in this school. Mary Wilson, a young novitiate was sent to Grand Coteau for her health in 1886. Since she was gravely ill, they moved her bed into a room by herself as she prayed and struggled with her illness. She prayed to John Berchmans, a Jesuit Priest from Belgium who died at an early age. John Berchmans appeared to her twice and she was immediately healed. With his two miraculous appearances and her miraculous healing, he was canonized a saint.  She served as a nun until her death and is buried on the grounds of Sacred Heart. It is a religious pilgrimage for people to come to places like Sacred Heart, Lourdes in France and other holy sites. It was old home week for Michele as she ran into people she knew in a place she loves.

Just to roam or meditate under this ancient oak canopy, wow!

This particular Sacred Heart School has never closed, even during the Civil War.   the Captain of the Federal Troops was asked to protect Grand Coteau Sacred Heart since he knew someone who had a relative,  a young nun,  serving at Grand Coteau during the those years. He was as good as his word. He protected the church and people from the town even gave the soldiers food and helped them in any way they could. It was the Civil thing to do.  the Academy was spared, classes continued all during the occupation time, a minor miracle of its own.

The Academy now teaches boys as well. It offered a first rate equestrian program after 1850 when the stable and equestrian dressage area was built.

I took great pictures but our signal here is frustrating and slow. Before we leave I hope to get up an album.

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