One of the nice things about having a husband who is campaigning is that it gets us out a little more. Yesterday was one of those picture-perfect days to visit that most picturesque place where I started my life, Isle La Motte, Vermont -- which just happens to be in the county where he's campaigning.
The beach at St. Anne's Shrine, maybe a half mile from where our house was:
The view behind our house: As a child, I did not know the lake was there! Can you believe it? All I knew about was the field that my father had planted with alfalfa for his cows. A bouquet of alfalfa was the gift that my mother suggested that I bring to my father on the last day we went to visit him in the hospital before he died. "He's so proud of his alfalfa," she said.
I remember after some period of time, she had to come around the corner of the shed to find out what was taking me so long. I had about mowed down half the field by that point, I think. I was trying to find the tallest pieces, you see. Every time I'd break one off, well, the next one that was still standing looked taller.
My father had been a Navy man, so in addition to his granite headstone, there is another flat stone commemorating that fact, and the VFW has put up a little flag near his headstone, as well. Laura H. is my mother.