Grandparents Cathy and Stan
Grace, Hope and David grandchildren
(our great neice's and nephew)
Cullen and Heather (our nephew - Cathy and Stan's son and daughter in law)
Coming Home
We spent a short two night visit with Dale’s sister Cathy and husband Stan in Amsterdam New York. They are a VERY busy team entertaining and teaching in a wide variety of settings in the Northeast. We were very happy to be able to spend even a short time with them and while there, spend the most delightful afternoon and evening with our nephew Cullen and family. He and Heather have the cutest and most delightful little family. The girls Grace and Hope look like little dolls come to life. David the family namesake at 2 is a precious and busy little fellow.
We arrived in West Dover, Vermont Friday August 29th. My brother Jim cooked the most fabulous lobster dinner for us. He is a wonderful cook and has been providing the most tasty meals. This is a talent we did not know about and when he once again visits us in Virginia this fall…he will be doing the cooking!
My family moved to West Dover in 1962 when I was a youngster. We lived a mile from Mount Snow and the five of us children grow up skiing and enjoying winter sports. Well the boys enjoyed them more than I because I never liked being cold. I attended high school in Brattleboro and actually lived there during my junior and senior years. There are many, many memories here for me.
Aaron and Susanne were born in Brattleboro. We lived in one of the first houses built in West Brattleboro, an farm house my dad and Dale renovated. Nothing much had been done to it over the years and it had no indoor plumbing or kitchen to speak of. The upstairs swayed. It was a wonderful place after the fix up and we enjoyed that home more than any other we have owned since. The memories are bittersweet.
Brattleboro is a beautiful Vermont town so different from the southern style of building. The villages are quaint mostly from the middle 1700’s to 1800’s. A town common or square is not unusual, with the village being built around it.
We are visiting friends we have loved and not seen in many years. Friends so close it is difficult to visit because the time is so short. Vermont is where my roots are and they run deep. It is a time of memories. My mother is buried here. I visited her grave and felt the loss. So many memories, I could stay here a month.
We spent a short two night visit with Dale’s sister Cathy and husband Stan in Amsterdam New York. They are a VERY busy team entertaining and teaching in a wide variety of settings in the Northeast. We were very happy to be able to spend even a short time with them and while there, spend the most delightful afternoon and evening with our nephew Cullen and family. He and Heather have the cutest and most delightful little family. The girls Grace and Hope look like little dolls come to life. David the family namesake at 2 is a precious and busy little fellow.
We arrived in West Dover, Vermont Friday August 29th. My brother Jim cooked the most fabulous lobster dinner for us. He is a wonderful cook and has been providing the most tasty meals. This is a talent we did not know about and when he once again visits us in Virginia this fall…he will be doing the cooking!
My family moved to West Dover in 1962 when I was a youngster. We lived a mile from Mount Snow and the five of us children grow up skiing and enjoying winter sports. Well the boys enjoyed them more than I because I never liked being cold. I attended high school in Brattleboro and actually lived there during my junior and senior years. There are many, many memories here for me.
Aaron and Susanne were born in Brattleboro. We lived in one of the first houses built in West Brattleboro, an farm house my dad and Dale renovated. Nothing much had been done to it over the years and it had no indoor plumbing or kitchen to speak of. The upstairs swayed. It was a wonderful place after the fix up and we enjoyed that home more than any other we have owned since. The memories are bittersweet.
Brattleboro is a beautiful Vermont town so different from the southern style of building. The villages are quaint mostly from the middle 1700’s to 1800’s. A town common or square is not unusual, with the village being built around it.
We are visiting friends we have loved and not seen in many years. Friends so close it is difficult to visit because the time is so short. Vermont is where my roots are and they run deep. It is a time of memories. My mother is buried here. I visited her grave and felt the loss. So many memories, I could stay here a month.
1 comment:
Jane, I know how these places tug at our heart strings. You guys were in Amsterdam! I'll be driving past there Sunday on my way to Albany- to have my own bittersweet memories : )
I'll bet you're getting some darned good apples up that way.
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