I only met her once. She had long ago married into the family that I loved in my childhood, and had recently fallen in love with again despite the 60+ year absence. On Sunday I attended her memorial, her celebration of life. And with four generations of family present it truly was a celebration. Hearing everyone from her granddaughter to her sister speak of her love of reading and love of family, I saw that I would have enjoyed knowing her. But she was gone too soon. She was a special part of this special family, and I saw that she will be missed. And remembered. It was a privilege to have been included in this day.
This celebration was held at her brother’s house, and when I arrived I was concentrating on seeing/meeting this large group of people that I had never met. It was after I’d been there a few minutes that I began to notice the house itself. The low plaster and beamed ceiling as you walk in, and the seven (I think) fireplaces, one in every room. Turns out it was built in 1724, and as much of the original as possible is still present. When necessary improvements had to be made, such as in the kitchen with it’s loft overlook, the original wood that had been taken out was used to build any new cabinets, etc. It’s completely obvious that this house has been loved. And it may not be an exaggeration to say that George Washington slept there. His 2nd in command married the daughter of the home owner back in those old days, so it’s entirely possible. Though someone mentioned that considering all the area houses making the claim that George Washington slept there it would seem George may have slept around a bit. As we left we were talking about what a nice memorial it had been, which may be why I forgot to take the outside shots I had intended to take.
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 