Another American Adventure: Fun day with Eric

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Fun day with Eric

Eric came to visit this weekend and we had fun acting like tourists. Met Ooma and Oompa at the Chesterfield hotel for High Tea this afternoon, so we're not hungry for supper. A good beach day! Here are some sights from the day.

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Sally ClayFebruary 6, 2011 at 3:50 AM
It's good to see some pictures of Eric. Is he still writing?
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beth cioffolettiFebruary 6, 2011 at 5:02 AM
Well, he got an IPad for Xmas and I don't see any great stories on it, but the writer is still in him, I'm sure.
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BarbaraFebruary 6, 2011 at 4:24 PM
Gorgeous place you live in! I sometimes think of getting a stroller like that for my kittehs. Is that a sign of the Apocalypse?
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beth cioffolettiFebruary 8, 2011 at 6:42 AM
Not sure. But I bet H&B would love an outing in the springtime. I hope to get back north for the spring!
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.