Mausts On Toast

Why just send a postcard to one person whom you love when you can post it on your web site for everyone whom you love? Y’alls are the whoms we love! Here’s a postcard we picked up from our trip to Monticello the other weekend. Click the thumbnails to see the real deal. Since we didn’t fill out the back of it, feel free to print it out, fill in your details and stick in your mailbox. Thomas Jefferson would be proud!

Happy Birthday, Mom!

From Dr. Al Mohler’s blog:

May God grant us mercy and grace as we seek to fulfill our responsibilities as citizens — and our responsibilities as Christians.  This world is not our home, but we do bear responsibilities as followers of Christ as we are living here.

May God bless America, not because this nation deserves to be blessed, but because He is a God of grace and mercy.  Oh God . . . save us from ourselves.

On Sunday we skipped out of church to head up to Charlottesville, Virginia, to visit Thomas Jefferson’s rustic plantation which he nicknamed Monticello (Italian: “little mountain”). Amongst the parisian clocks, 120 variety garden, domed roof and beds built into walls, Emily and I were led on a tour of the two hundred year-old mansion. Pretty luxurious and splendid indeed until you learn on the our that Jefferson died deeply impoverished, forcing his survivors to sell his goods to pay his debts. The booty we did manage to swindle off the plantation entirely consists of our fond memory of that autumnal daytrip and the pictures now available in our photo gallery.

Who knew Jefferson had a Coke machine in 1809?