We woke up to a cold, crisp morning that required some of the oatmeal that we had purchased in a farm store at the head of the Outer Banks.  The squirrels were back to throwing nuts, so we thought it time for these two nuts to break camp and head for Greensboro, which was a rather short journey.

We found our campground in Hagan-Park which is a very nice, affordable and clean recreation area that is managed by the County.  We treated ourselves to hot showers and then were off again to visit with one of Dad’s boyhood friends and his wife.  I titled this “blogette” Visiting Roots not only because Dad was reconnecting with a friend from his past, but also in homage to this amazing couple who have embraced all things natural (avid gardeners, bee-keeper, wood turnings, baskets, baking, re-establishing spent apple orchards, and all around supporting sustainability); all things intellectual (voracious readers, initiators of a book-club, educators, ife-long students and travelers); and all things morally right (local and national campaign advocates and volunteers, letters to the Editor, and truly working at a grassroots level to help turn this country around). Together, throughout their 50 years of marriage, they have planted many seeds of family, of harvest, of education and of patriotism that have taken root and thrived. I admire them – we need more of them.

A delightful day was spent reminiscing and catching up. Our steak and twice-baked potato meal was accompanied by a homegrown salad and dessert
consisted of homegrown home-made blackberry pie (ala mode). A jar of their
harvested honey was a gift that we will enjoy. Gardening tips were shared (with Dad of course because those of you, that know me, know that I have a black thumb…), old photographs emerged, books were borrowed and recipes were compared(now that is something I know about). They opened their home to us and we felt very welcome. The time went quickly and it was time to go back to camp for some shut-eye, as we have a long drive tomorrow to Point South, just NE of Savannah, Ga.

The quote of the day: Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. – Marcel Proust

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Let me finish the 10-21-11 saga, which occurred after I posted last night.  I always call my husband, so I decided to walk out to the beach so he could hear the surf.  When I got out there, the wondrous sight presented itself (my camera is not quality enough to take a photo of what I saw, so you will just have to take my word for it).  The black sky was FILLED with stars and since there was no moonlight, they stood out very prominently against the velvety background.  I saw a cluster of stars that looked like grapes, a a band of a dusty swatch arcing across the sky and a very bright “star” that was probably a planet.  The white cap foam on the waves glowed in a fluorescent blue-green color and the break on the horizon in the distance looked like a reproduction of an expolding star – a bright flash in the center and then radiating out on both sides in a lateral path – over and over again.  I have never seen such a sight and was blessed with the opportunity to have that experience.

Now, on to today’s events. We both had an uncomfortable night – mosquitos are a rarity in LV, but they sure like the beach (and us).  I walked to the beach one last time to see the sun rising into some angry clouds on the horizon as if it was telling us it was time to move on.  We programmed the GPS to take us to Chapel Hill, NC, BUT at the division of 64 and 264, it took a wrong turn from the more direct route and sent us down the 264.  Dad sensed that was incorrect, but we decided the trust the technology and away we went on a road with too narrow an access to allow us to turn around.  We were committed.

Our route paralleled Alligator Creek which ran like a canal along the roadside for many, many miles. It revealed none of the savage beasts, but did show us a few turtles sunning themselves and some unfortunate deer and small fuzzy animals who had met their demise on the roadside.  We passed the Dare Naval Bombing Range, an Air-Force bombing range and a Correctional Institution – these are not common travel attractions, which was evidenced by the one other car we saw for about 70 miles… The road took a turn at Stumpy Point and we entered cotton country.  The fields were large and plentiful, some had been picked and some still had tufts of white that looked like a dusting of snow.  Up above a bright blue sky had cumulus clouds that mimicked the fluffy cotton balls below.  Cotton was just about everywhere.  Since we had NO traffic to worry about, we pulled to the side of the road and I collected some as a memento, after picking out the boll-weevil larvae.

 

Just past the road named “Pity My Shoe”, we saw a field of yellow sunflowers out of nowhere, just like that. I turned on the radio and found James Taylor singing “Goin’ to Carolina”. Actually, this was a pretty scenic and unusual journey, albeit 60 miles or so longer than our intended route.  As we got back to the 64E, a billboard presented itself with the “WOTD”:  A million miles away is just down the road.

 

 

 

 

 

Now, we are far away from the ocean and back with the trees and the squirrels who are throwing acorns down on our roof and running to and fro in front of our door and up and down the trees like race cars chasing each other on a vertical track.

 

 

Great Things from Little Sprouts Grow

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We will be spending two days on the Outer Banks, so I have decided to combine their blog into one. Let me start by saying that the Cape Hatteras region has some pleasant (and not so pleasant) memories for us, as we vacationed here as a family a couple of times in many years past.  Back then, the area was pretty sparse and we stayed at the Sea Gull motel.  I ALMOST learned to swim in their pool, but chickened out in the end. My brother Rick and my husband Mike both endured the sand with 3rd degree sunburns. Whenever I look at the Lighthouse, I am brought back to the time when I saw my little brother with his bucket and his swimsuit walking toward me after a long day in the sun and surf.  The poor thing was sunburned beyond belief and spent the next several nights and days shivering and blistering. We all felt his pain and we all felt guilty as we soaked him in wet towels and sprayed and slathered him with coolants and anesthetics. Both brothers devoured pancakes rolled up with peanut butter and jelly.  We watched the Bicentennial fireworks on the small TV and picked tiny, elusive clams out of the sand so Mom could make a chowder.  I got stuck in a hole, while clamming, and as the tide came in (almost to my chest), I panicked and had to be rescued by someone who walked out without getting their shorts wet to give me a hand up and out. Mom and Dad’s deep-sea fishing netted a small shark, a blue-fin dolphin (not Flipper-like) and a toothy mackeral which were mounted and displayed on our walls for decades. Sand castles, sand forts and sand in our shorts…We climbed the Lighthouse’s winding stairs and looked out of the top for pirate ships – not sure we will be able to physically do that now…

In Norfolk, VA we descended into a tunnel beneath the ocean depths to make our way into North Carolina – it made me marvel at the degree of engineering that it would take to build and maintain the integrity of such an undertaking with all the stress of the water pressing against the shell – it was kind of scary.  Next, we crossed over the huge expanses of causeway, sometimes almost skimming the choppy ocean which made us feel like we were moving across the top of the water with no support beneath us – just free.  We felt the immensity of the vast Atlantic. Seabirds swooped on the winds and vessels sailed in the distance. Our return to land destination was visible in the distance – the Outer Banks, NC.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We find now that the area has grown up with more commercial businesses, condos, cell towers and vacation homes.  The sleepy sea-town ambiance is somewhat gone, but it is still a picturesque area and has some smaller towns which still haven’t been urbanized as much. Hurricane Irene was the last storm to take its toll on the OBX – but certainly not the only storm, by any means.  It is kind of a way of life around here, but they rebuild and restart, over and over. Even today, the winds are gale force and there is no real “storm” on the horizon.  It shows the vulnerability of this strip of peninsula stuck out into the elements of the sea – beauty and the beast.

We started our visit at Kill Devil Hills – the site of the Wright Brothers famous 59 second flight of 852 feet that set the course for modern aviation.  Dad was intrigued by the science and years of dedication of experimentation and fortitude to overcome failures to reach their goal.  Quirky person that I am, I noticed a small flock of Canadian Geese who had stopped by to rest and nourish themselves.  I tried to think from their perspective:  “What is the big deal about? This flying stuff is SOOO easy, just spread your wings and lift-off!”  They can do effortlessly and naturally, what it took man years and years to accomplish…however, they do not serve complimentary beverages and roasted peanuts on THEIR flights. Our words of the day come from Orville Wright, “Isn’t it astonishing that all these secrets have been preserved for so many years just so we could discover them!”  May we never lose our sense of wonder!

Next, on to Jockey’s Ridge –  the tallest sand dunes on the Eastern Coast, followed by Pea Island National Wildlife Refuge. This little strip of land is home to many migrating birds and waterfowl and we also saw deer grazing by the roadside.  I found it a rather harsh environment sitting between the sound and the surf with the wind lashing salty air and sand pelting the RV.  But there was some cushion of protection in the marsh grasses and reeds that sprouted up like fences that likely are the resting havens for the weary winged travelers and their four-footed companions.

Since it was getting late afternoon, we headed for camp to hook up before dark.  Did laundry, re-organized the RV and ate Tuna Noodle casserole.  I am sitting in the RV writing this as Dad “snorks” in bed after another long day.  The wind is still strong and is buffeting the RV which is swaying and shaking – but still a sturdy vessel.  I will sleep tonight near the ocean with the surf and wind lulling me to relaxation – my favorite place to be, as my family will tell you. The only thing that could make this any better is if they ALL could be here with us. Tomorrow we will travel to the Lighthouse and other sites further down the Cape. I promise to not get stuck in any holes this time…See you tomorrow night to finish the adventure!

We started the 21st with a sweet potato pancake breakfast (remember that recipe?  Well, mash up the leftovers, sans skins, and mix into pancake batter for a fall treat – yum).  I took a walk along the beach and could not resist some of the beautiful shells.  Finding myself ill-prepared without a yellow sand bucket, like when we were kids, I stuffed them into my pockets and then off-loaded them to a plastic bag when I got back.  I also copped a large and small piece of driftwood to display on our back-yard porch at home.  Just as I was heading for the beach egress, I found another heart shaped stone – white this time – thanks, Mom!

 

 

 

 

 

Then it was time to take off for the day’s excursion – a trip farther down the Cape. The hurricane devastation was far worse in the southern portion of the peninsula. The KOA campground about a half-mile down the road was all splinters and rubble, as were many homes and businesses.  One section had been completely razed, while the one next to it stood virtually unharmed.  Trash and debris lined the road-side, including small boats, RVs with whole sections bashed in and furniture and personal belongings that were water-logged and useless.  Water still swamped and flooded properties and sections of the roads.  Work crews were busy on repairs and recovery was in the making, but it was sad nonetheless. Still, there was a sign of hope that we found as our words of the day on a portable electric sign in front of a pizza shop – “Living the Dream”.

We passed an architectural oddity – a flying-saucer home that seemed to have survived the storm. We also found the Sea Gull motel in tact, though physically different (updated, but not too modern or huge) and without their swimming pool.

The Cape Hatteras Lighthouse was still a statuesque building – but it was not in the same place that we last left it!  It seems that the beach that was its home was eroding at an alarming rate, so the decision was to move it to an alternate location – another immense engineering feat – think of the weight and the height of the structure and then off loading it onto a platform and moving it a significant distance to its new home…amazing.  It was closed for the season, so you couldn’t climb it (and I was SO looking forward to that).  We visited the site of its original home and I found some brickwork pieces that I believe were part of the original foundation – a keepsake of a memory – the same, but different.

Back at camp, we started our homemade seaside dinner for two – New England Clam Chowder, Crab-cakes, Grouper and fresh tomato salad. Before dinner, we took another walk along the beach, more shells and rocks, and talked to some shore fishermen who had some modicum of success. I saw a scary Halloween sight – some kind of skull, a hoofed animal, I think – devoid of flesh and its eye-sockets peering up at me.  I DID NOT take that as a keepsake.  The sun dipped behind me, setting in the west as I faced the ocean breezes coming from the east.  The clouds hung low on the horizon and the gulls drafted on the wind. I will miss this place…

 

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Today was dedicated to the past as we strolled the streets of Colonial Williamsburg preservation/restoration area.  It was a misty and overcast weekday, so the crowds were at a minimum. The period houses and storefronts were very authentic and augmented by cast members in authentic dress and manner completed the package. Dad enjoyed touring the gardens with its variety of herbs, bulb flowers, vegetables and sun flowers which were not at the peak of their season, but he appreciated them just the same because he understands the changing of the seasons that gardners and farmers endure. We saw real craftsmen and artisans at work fashioning their wares and ate lunch and dinner in reproduction establishments that added to the ambiance (and cost) of the dining experience.

The tour through the extensive museum starts at the Public Hospital (aka insane asylum),

but then turns into a more pleasant journey past pottery, china, silver pieces, furniture, folk art, currency, weather-vanes and signs, portraits and scenic paintings, doll-houses and instruments (to name a few). We spent several hours at this stop.

A courtesy bus travels the perimeter of the park with frequent stops at key locations.  It was on one of these buses that we met a woman and her mother that were traveling together much the same as Dad and I.  The daughter helped her mother with her walker and praised her for walking the full distance of the main street (about a mile – no small feat for a woman with a colostomy, and 2 knee and 1 hip replacement!).  I looked at Dad, with his heavy-duty knee braces and it occurred to me that I admired both of these seniors for pushing themselves to enjoy life experiences despite any handicaps which make that difficult. It is to people like these that I dedicate the words of the day as a quote by Thomas Jefferson in 1763, “The most fortunate of us, in our journey through life, frequently meet with calamities and misfortunes which may greatly afflict us; and, to fortify our minds against the attacks of these calamities and misfortunes, should be one of the principal studies and endeavours of our lives.”

I hope that both of them will have many more years to enjoy many more experiences and that both of us daughters are there to enjoy it with them.

 

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Words to live by were found in two unusual places:

In the Women’s shower room at our KOA in Natural Bridge (you have to look for inspiration in the strangest places sometimes) on a Sampler Replica decorating the wall (and you though it was going to be graffiti from the stall…).

Each Day is God’s Gift to You

Make it Blossom into a Thing of Beauty

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Graffiti found on a rock at a vista point on the I-64: Love Life

That is what we are trying to do with this trip, enjoy every day and make the best of what it brings.  Be thankful we are together to enjoy it.

Today was a travel and WalMart re-provision day, so there is not much to tell. We thought about going to Busch Gardens for their amazing beef in beer ribs – but park admission is almost $62 pp + $13 to park – those would be pretty expensive ribs!

We arrived safely at our Williamsburg KOA with it Coloniel theme and Fife/Drum music playing in the background.  We set up camp and planned our attack of Coloniel Williamsburg attraction tomorrow. I made a pot of spaghetti sauce and meatballs – soul food for us, since we haven’t had any for over 2 weeks! We will light our Jack O’Lantern tonight before it withers away to keep in the spirit. We will get a good night’s sleep and then “do” Williamsburg tomorrow. I promise pictures and more interesting commentary tomorrow…

In reading the promotional materials, I did come across a short story about the ghosts and hauntings for this region.  A contemporary author, L.B. Taylor, has written several books about the legends as has Pamela Kinney who also concentrates on tales encompassing Virginia’s Haunted Historic Triangle (Williamsburg, Jamestown and Yorktown).  I may pick a couple books up while in the area – good Halloween fodder.

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I fear that there will be no ability to post to the Internet tonight – it is acting up and I keep losing a signal. However, I am composing, as promised, to recant the activities of the day.

As promised, we did complete the self-auto tour of the Gettysburg battlefields this morning – over 40 acres of historical locations commemorated by statues, memorials, placards and markers. Today, it was quiet and peaceful and reverent – the complete opposite of the chaos and destruction on July 1-3, 1863. Winding through the locations, one could get a first hand view of the terrain and the challenges of the battle that lasted 3 days and cost almost 55,000 dead, injured and missing. Looking out from Little Round Top (vantage point of the North), I got goose-bumps to imagine the fear and anticipation of the hand-to-hand combat, cannonballs flying and rifle-shot all around and the bloodied bodies strewn about the fields. War is Hell.

 

 

 

 

 

Our words of the day come from an American Red Cross billboard along the side of Route 81 – Change a Life…Be Changed. It got me to thinking about those who have changed and made an impact on my life and those of whom I have touched and may have changed. We all should take a moment to reflect on that, and if you have the ability to do so – thank a person that has made a positive impact on you. If they are gone or it is impossible to thank them personally, at least take that moment to think of them fondly. Most importantly, we need to be cognizant to “pay it forward” and pass it on to others. Change-makers manifest themselves in many titles: Parent, Grandparent, Spouse, Den Mother, Scout Leader, Teacher, Sponsor, Mentor, Lover, a Shoulder to Cry On, Advisor….. There are personal rewards in knowing that you have helped someone in need – it will be returned to you 10-fold. To quote Forrest Gump, “And that’s all I have to say about that.”

Our final destination today was Natural Bridge, VA (near Roanoke, between the Shenandoah and Blue Ridge mountain ranges along the Appalachian Trail). Only some of the Fall color has made it here – mostly the yellows and some of the red. We traveled through a lot of farm country and saw the greenest grass EVER – it was almost fluorescent and covered many vast fields. Sometimes, we would see horses, cows or sheep grazing – but most prolific of all were muskrats. I couldn’t get a picture of them scampering across the road (and I didn’t think you wanted to see roadkill), so I will make up for that by giving you this Youtube link to a cute song: Muskrat Love (I like the Captain and Tennille version with the synthesizer “twitter”): the Captain and Tennille – Muskrat Love   From the amount of muskrats we saw – there must be A Whole Lotta Love in these parts!

The advantage of RV-ing is that you can stop just about anywhere – so we stopped in a large parking lot and had some sandwiches and chips (also a cost saver to eat in) and stretched our legs and then took off again to reach our destination early. As we got to Natural Bridge, we stopped at a farm store to stock up on fresh fruits and vegetables. The proprietor was a nice, older gentleman with a very thick southern accent and hospitable manner. I noticed Steelers memorabilia and commented on that being a ways from home and he told us he had been a devoted Steelers fan as long as he can remember. Interestingly, it was not because they had won so many championships, but because he admired the owners (the Rooney family) for their integrity and generosity. Here was someone who understood our words of the day.

I was a little suspect when I saw our KOA was just across the exit on I-81 – but it is actually quite nice and woodsy and quiet. There are squirrels running about and crickets chirping and peepers peeping (sounds like the Bayou in Pirates of the Caribbean). Dad is tired from a long day of driving and is hitting the hay early. Tomorrow, we will head to Williamsburg, VA for a 2 day stay. Going to try and get this darn thing to post – one more time – then it is off to bed I go as well.

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Today was a travel day, so sightseeing was short and we  will finish tomorrow.  During our journey from New York to Pennsylvania, the land flattened out a bit and so did the Fall color, as many of the leaves had already fallen and the trees were barren to some degree.  We passed through farm country and spotted picturesque barns, horses, cows and plowed and harvested fields along side the interstate.  As we neared Scranton and Harrisburg, we began to see evidence of mining operations and railroad tracks criss-crossing the landscape.  We passed large, billowing black smoke plumes near Scranton, but could not make out the origin or nature of the fire and hoped it was not someone’s home or business.  As we neared our destination though, the colors of Autumn reappeared in the more mountainous regions and the sun shone through clouds making visible rays that reached to kiss the ground.

We arrived earlier than expected, so we started our tour of Gettysburg at the visitor’s center to watch the film, tour the museum and see the Cyclorama (a HUGE circular painting – oil on canvas – done by a French artist and his crew, that depicted the battle scenes and the regional appointments.  It was embellished with real props and lighting and a narration to make quite an amazing attraction – see it if you get the chance.

Being in Gettysburg reminded me of a song that we once heard at the Lincoln animatronic attraction in Disneyland that is called Two Brothers.  It has a moving lyric and coupled with period photos, it tells a tale of a family that gave both of their sons to opposing sides and lost one in the tragedy. I would like to share this with you and offer it up as our words of the day in hopes that we will somehow learn from our mistakes of the past and avoid these conflicts with peaceful and cooperative measures. This applies to government, at large, but also to our own family units.  The price is high.  Tomorrow, we will tour the battlefields, then off to Roanoke, Va and the Shenandoah Mountains.

Click on the (Youtube) link to hear the song and see the period photos:

Two Brothers                

Today was a travel day and our desired destination was Newburgh, NY (near Poughkeepsie) as a mid-way point to Gettysburg.  As we moved into Connecticut and back to New York, the fall colors began to intensify again and with it, the air became cool and crisp.  There was quite a crosswind that challenged Dad with the high profile of the RV, but he stayed the course.  We visited our first (of many, I suspect) Cracker Barrel Restaurants for a late lunch and while there, I picked up a few Halloween decorations that were discounted to get us in the spooky holiday spirit.  It was a good thing, because when we arrived at our KOA, we discovered there was a Haunted Halloween Fest this weekend at the campground which was decorated and had planned theme activities.

While registering our site, I bought a medium sized pumpkin for carving and some candy for the Trick or Treaters who would haunt our doorstep later that evening.  There was a site decorating contest and a costume parade and tomorrow there will be FREE pancakes!

Dad hollowed out the gourd and pain-stakingly separated the seeds from the pulp that I would later toast and salt for a snack.  Then, it was the crucial moment to decide on the face…since we were surrounded by trees and falling leaves, we traced patterns of maple, oak and elm leaves randomly and in the shape of a face.  I cut them out and Dad put the top back on – but, something was missing…  He picked up our leaf patterns and inserted them under the lid so they stuck out like hair, or ears, or whatever your imagination chose.  Perfect!  We got MANY compliments from passers-by.

It was pretty close to those Halloween celebrations of my youth – carving with my family, decorating, pumpkin seeds, trick or treating and roasted hot dogs.  This was really a family event and tons of children darted from site to site to gather their goodies, while Moms and Dads (some also in costume) kept a watchful eye. Seeing all the families around me connecting in this special and fun way, gives me hope that family values are still out there and still valuable.  We hope that your Halloween is fun and safe. Our words of the day: No matter how old you are, take the time to have FUN!

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It rained all night last night and was raining this AM when we took off for Plimouth Plantation.  The rain varied between sprinkles and straight sheets as we traversed the highway.  We pulled into the PP parking lot and lo and behold- the rain stopped, just like that.  We got out and toured the whole attraction though it was somewhat strenuous for Dad with alot of hills, rocks and stairs – he muddled through and completed the course.  As we rounded the last bend to the exit, ta light sprinkle began and by the time we got to the car, it was a full fledged rainstorm.  Seeking shelter in our vehicle, we decided to go on to Plymouth Rock and Mayflower II replica, thinking we could do somewhat of a drive-by.  Again, sheets of rain fell and we lamented that it would likely be a bust, but forged on with the plan.  Guess what?  As we pulled into the handicap spot near Plymouth Rock, the rain stopped abruptly and stayed at bay long enough for us to see both sights and to eat lunch – our first-ever lobster roll – yum!

We had planned to go to the end of Cape Cod next and so we got back in the car and as we rolled out of Plymouth…you guessed it, the sky opened up and we could barely see out of the windows.  Well. we thought about turning back, but this was our last day in the area, so we thought at least we would get there and turn around, just to say we had been there. The rain pelted us for almost 70 miles and then, as we approached Provincetown (at the end of the cape), it started to ease.  By the time we parked, the sun was shining in a blue sky with the storm clouds drifting past it as if to open a gate of beauty before us.  Gulls soared and Egrets stood in the shallows with a stately profile.  The sand dunes glistened gold and the water hit the shore with a white foam.  We drove out to Race Point Beach and I walked down on the sand and put my back to the wind and surf and gazed up at the bluffs behind me.  As I looked down at my feet, a small heart-shaped rock appeared on top of the sand and I picked it up and took it up to the van and gave it to Dad and told him that I loved him.

Now, you can believe what you want – it may have been coincidence or sheer luck – but I choose to believe that my mother is up with God and shed tears of sorrow that she is no longer with us yet asked God to shine his light upon us to give us joy, peace, love and hope.  That rock was put there by her, for me to find it and give it to my Dad.  That is my story and I am sticking to it!

So, our word(s) for the day are “Despite occasional sorrows and rain in your life, behind every  storm cloud the sun is waiting to shine down upon you with joy, peace, love and hope.  Look for It.”

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Note:  If you already read the Boston walk-a-thon post (10-12-11), I am happy to announce that my camera is now dried out and I successfully downloaded the few pics I had from the crappy camera – so I added those to the post – take a peek (though they are not great).

Dad was right, as usual, by the time we got on the road to Salem the rain was subsiding and when we arrived it was a mere mist.  We never had to use the umbrellas that I had packed.  So, all in all, the weather was still cooperating and the gloominess actually added to the ambiance of Salem with its graveyards and dark history.  Though a little more commercial than we expected, it still was a very informative and enjoyable day.  We walked the full circuit of sights – stopping to view the movie at the Visitor’s Center and spending extra time in the old burial grounds, the memorial to the Witch Trial Victims and the House of the Seven Gables.  We discovered that the first person hanged for alleged witchcraft in the region was Bridgett Bishop – which intriqued us because that is my paternal family’s name.  We have no idea if she is a distant ancestor of our lineage, but it made for interesting conversation nonetheless.

 

In homage to Nathaniel Hawthorne, author of House of the Seven Gables, and many more classic novels,we offer as our words of the day an excerpted, truncated line from his famous story which he intended to be the moral of his tale:  “the wrong-doing of one generation lives into the successive ones, and . . . becomes a pure and uncontrollable mischief.”  Good observation, good solid advice.

 

 

 

 

 

Since we won’t be home in time for Halloween, we stopped in the oldest candy manfacturing/sales site in the United States and bought some sweets for our sweets back home and had it shipped in time for spooky-time – then it was back to camp we go…With the Fall colors muted by the rain and gloom, my eyes turned to another sight on the drive back – many flocks of birds perched on tree branches and telephone lines in large numbers that must be getting ready for their trip southward (maybe we will see them later, as we move south as well…).  Tomorrow will be our last day in this area and we hope the weather will cooperate once more as we head out to Cape Cod and Plymouth Rock.

 

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