Home is Where the Heart Is … We purchased our home just over three years ago. After searching, we found the perfect fit for our growing family in a home originally built in the 1950s. Only one family had lived in it previously. Their three children grew up within its walls and that comforting feeling of a family home was still present, even though it had been a while since it had been occupied. As word of our new home spread to our friends and family, they told us stories about all the fun times they had in our home with the original owners.
If anyone understands the beauty of friendship, it is the owners of ETX Revival. Made up of two couples, Haylea and Justin Morgan and Caitlin and Alex Rice, the entire business was founded on friendship. According to Morgan, the company actually “started as a joke.” The couples had been helping each other with personal projects and tossing around the idea of flipping a house together. The next thing they knew, the foursome bought a foreclosure, and their Hazel House Project was born.
I have vivid memories of grade school. I specifically remember that fall day in 1982 when my best friend, Linda Malcolm, and I walked into that Atlanta Primary School classroom, acting like we owned the place. It was the very first day of kindergarten and I was pumped! There was no crying from me when my mama dropped me off. Nope! I had hit the big time. My kindergarten teacher made each student a name tag in the shape of an ice cream cone, and everybody’s ice cream cone was a different color.
For as long as I can remember, I have always had an obsession with knives or anything with a sharp edge. Growing up, if I was not outside playing with my throwing knives or running around with a camcorder, I was inside burning pieces of wood with my wood burner to give as gifts to friends and family. These were the games of my childhood that turned into the hobbies I enjoy today. … One day at my Aunt’s house, I took a hammer, painted it green and colored my name in white.
Sometimes, a student needs a break when she’s navigating through school in the big city of Houston, Texas. After being born and raised in Texarkana, I found Houston to be a tough concrete jungle. While I was only there for school, I felt I had a lot on my plate; the horrible traffic jams, the headache of nursing exams and demanding college activities overwhelmed me. I would often sit alone at my uncle’s apartment on the weekends. I desperately needed a weekend activity. After discussing some options with my uncle, my Saturdays and Sundays soon filled up.
I’ve been metal detecting for eight years and I can tell you, I’m just as addicted to it now as I was when I first started. … Something about finding that first silver coin, hooks you. There’s a kind of child-like wonder in finding buried treasure. It is so exciting! It’s hard to explain the feeling you get when you dig a good signal and can see that silver reeded edge of a coin sticking out of a clump of dirt. That feeling never gets old.
As a self-described “Army brat,” prominent and nationally acclaimed Architect, John Grable, FAIA spent his childhood moving from city to city and no doubt gleaning a small piece of the landscape at each stop. California, New Mexico, New York, Pennsylvania and Vicenza, Italy, were all called home for portions of his life. “Upon my father’s retirement from the military,” Grable said, “he was transferred to Texarkana to serve at Red River Army Depot. My family and I were dazzled by the depth and beauty of the environment and culture of Texarkana.
Remembering to Move Forward … Ah, 2021! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? While the spectacular shenanigans of your predecessor are, for the most part, best left to the recesses of our minds, some things are worth noting as we begin with you. Whether good, bad or ugly, many lessons were learned, and are necessary to remember, to move successfully into brighter days. … THE GOOD … While 2020 proved to be a very trying year, it was not unfruitful. Yes, there were shutdowns, reopenings, natural disasters, a public health crisis, social discourse and very scary circumstances in abundance.
I remember going into 2020 thinking it was going to be my year and plotting my world domination. I remember racking up one New Year’s resolution after another at the end of 2019. I remember planning out all the things I wanted to be a part of and everything I wanted to accomplish, including going off the grid for the first few months of the year so I could lose a bunch of weight.