Blog 9 - Trip to Deweyville

John, Don, Paul, Linda & Mary



This was the weekend John and I had been waiting for. We made the 8 hour trip through Newton to Deweyville. We stopped along the way to see things we hadn’t been able to when we pulled the R.V. here. Finally got to the Court House Whistle Stop Café with a large antique store attached, in Livingstone, which Verna had said we absolutely HAD to go and see. The owner was a very friendly lady and John visited with her over a coffee while I checked out the antiques. It was mid afternoon and we were the only patrons in the café at the time.

We also stopped at a crummy flea market, but found some treasures anyway. There were only three stalls open on the Friday. John picked up an old toy Ford touring car.

It was 5:30 and dark by the time we reached Newton. I telephoned my cat lady friend Patty from the Dairy Queen and she was very excited that we were nearby. She came to the Dairy Queen and we had a nice visit. John had never personally met her before.

As there was not a motel in Newton, we headed down Deweyville way and had to drive all the way to Orange to find a motel room. It was along I-10, on the way to the place where we had bought our R.V. last year.

In the morning, John washed the truck and we went and found our friends in Deweyville. It was so great to see Paul and Mary again. There were also many other friends there that we had worked with or met before, so it was like “old home week”. They showed us around their site and we drove over to see the house they are building. We noted it will be like having a “mansion” in the middle of a slum. There were very few liveable houses in the neighbourhood of the project. We spent the rest of the day and evening with Paul and Mary in their R.V.visiting and playing STIX and then they pulled out their hideabed for the night. As they live in Pennsylvania, way across the country, I told them we were thrilled because this was probably as close as we were ever going to get to “staying at their place”.

In the morning we attended the Baptist Church whose parking lot was now an MDS RV camp. What a friendly place it is. Their parishioners prepared a fish fry dinner for the MDS group and their guests, which was excellent. It was soon time to head out on the highway back to Marble Falls. We took the south route this time, which was shorter, but involved traveling at high speed on the “beltway” around Houston and it was a concrete jungle of concrete overpasses. We were sure glad when we were back on the regular highway to Austin (which we had traveled several times before) and Marble Falls!