I have to apologize to Albert (Rebecca’s hubby). I told him that the nearby city of Marietta escaped the hand of Sherman during the Civil War, but I have learned differently. It was burned, too! Yikes! Kennesaw Mountain, the sight of a major battle, never really fell. Canons hauled to the top and repeatedly fired at Union forces below proved to be too much.

When the dust settled, Union forces regrouped, went around Kennesaw, and headed south to the city of Atlanta . . . and we all know what happened there! “Yankees in Georgia! How did they every get in!” Aunt Pitty Pat (GWTW).

Rebecca and Albert take time to look out to see the city of Atlanta. It’s hard to believe this mountain is so close.

People and dogs were everywhere last Saturday and so were our long shadows. We had to think about those before taking each photo.

We had lots of time to play . . .

and be silly. We decided to take the bus up to the top of the mountain instead of hiking up the trail. We reserved that venture for another day when we had our hiking shoes on.

I literally stole this photo off Rebecca’s Web site. Snatched and grabbed! We have been friends for years and our friendship has survived many, many ups and downs. A couple of quotes come to mind whenever I think about Rebecca both of them have to do with endearing friendship:

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.” A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” Elbert Hubbard