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Afterthoughts - Rudy! Rudy! Rudy!
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It’s that time of the year again, the time with all the hustle and bustle to begin the holiday season. Thanksgiving is here, and hopefully everyone made their preparations early (allow enough time to thaw the turkey) and have a wonderful day with family and friends.


With Christmas just around the corner, my thoughts always go to family get-togethers, decorating, shopping and preparing meals and snack foods galore.


This holiday season is even happier for the Hobbs clan, as we have added another grandson to our family. Rudy Olan Britton arrived Aug. 27 and is the bright spot at all our family gatherings. In fact, everyone, including the other five grandchildren fight to get a chance to hold him. He is truly loved.


Michael and I are so blessed to have our three daughters, their spouses, five grandsons and one granddaughter for the holidays. There is never a dull moment, and I especially hope for decent weather so the boys can get a ball game outdoors.


Speaking of grandchildren, allow me to share one of our favorite memories of this past year. We try to get them all together for a little trip as often as we can, but with a 17-year-old and a 13-year-old with lots of extracurricular activities, and ball games for the others, it can be difficult.


We loaded all five of them up in a borrowed SUV and took off to the mountains, headed for Cherokee, N. C. I am proud of my Indian heritage, and we wanted to take them to see the “Unto These Hills” outdoor play in Cherokee. 


Well we made it, saw the play and thoroughly enjoyed it. Let me say it’s quite an experience to travel with five youngsters ranging from age 17 down to 3 years. First, getting them all in the vehicle takes some strategic planning, with a car seat and luggage.


It’s safe to say, one of the bunch is hungry all the time, and they never want to eat the same thing. Needless to say we didn’t stop at any “nice” restaurants, because they are just as happy with Dairy Queen as they are with Olive Garden. 


Of course, it’s going to take longer to get ready and out the door than with just the two of us, but getting everyone rounded up, shoes on, jacket ready and potty break taken care, it turns into quite the experience.


Oh, we love those kids and we do enjoy spoiling them, so they got lots of candy and treats to go along with their “authentic” Indian souvenirs they found in Cherokee. Three-year-old Behr went immediately to the drums and feather headdress, which he wore all the way home.


After we dropped the last child off, we looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief and went home for a nap. When we do this again, with a group of six, not sure how we will transport them. Anybody got a mini-bus we can borrow?


Happy holidays from me and my family, and remember to make all the memories you can.