From our home on Tenthouse Creek we look across the river to our little village of Galesville.  Galesville has two churches, two restaurants, three marinas, a sailing club where our grandchildren take sailing lessons in the summer, a memorial hall with it’s occasional square dances and fried oyster dinners, and a post office where everyone meets to chat with Carol Sue, our post-mistress who lives right above the office.

Looking from our dock over at Hartges Marina in Galesville.  It is early morning and the moon is still in the sky.

Looking from our dock over at Hartges Marina in Galesville. It is early morning and the moon is still in the sky.

You might say that our river is as much a ‘street’ in Galesville as is Church Lane, the street where you will find our two churches.  So much of the life of this community happens around this river and has since the Quakers built the mansion (on this same creek) called Tulip Hill in the early 1700’s. Most of the people in Galesville live on the water, local watermen have made their living for generations here, and the marinas work on the river hauling boats in and out as the seasons change.  So mostly this is a working river, however, vacationing sailers also enjoy it as they travel north or south in the Chesapeake Bay.  These visitors drop anchor in Tenthouse Creek because it is a safe haven from storms, and a beautiful backdrop for an evening dinner on deck.

Our boat, Dawn Treader !! in the foreground, and a visitor in the background.

Our boat, Dawn Treader II in the foreground, and our live aboard neighbor, Dan, in the background.

My grandson, Ransom (6) is standing by the sign for one of the two churches on Church Lane.

My grandson, Ransom (6) is standing by the sign for one of the two churches on Church Lane.

Sunday after Thanksgiving my dad, an 86 year old retired pastor, was asked to speak at this little church about stewardship.  Our family filled three pews and doubled the attendance that day.  He gave an inspiring message making us all proud, then we returned to our home for an old fashioned pot roast Sunday lunch.  By the way, we are not Methodists, but in our family and in this town the most important thing is to believe the Bible is the word of God.

Mom and Dad's dear friend, Alzenia, came for church and for lunch on Stewardship Sunday

Mom and Dad’s dear friend, Alzenia, came for church and for lunch on Stewardship Sunday

Tenthouse in the spring

Tenthouse in the spring

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