Boston pilgrimage

I took Charlotte to Boston for the Columbus Day long weekend. Since she was the one child who consistently did more to help her mother during my absence, she earned this special trip. The other two stayed home. Surprisingly, they had absolutely no jealousy or animosity. I'm still trying to figure out that one.


We visited the Topsfield Fair, America's oldest agricultural fair. Charlotte, the future veterinarian, delighted in all the animals. She and Grammie took a ride on an elephant. I, for one, never knew that elephants were native to Massachusetts. We all learned something that day.

We went to the North End of Boston to visit Uncle Jerry, my mother's uncle. He is one of the last two of the ten children that included my mother's mother. He lives alone in his three-room apartment, where he had lived for decades with his late wife Catherine, across the street from the Old North Church (of "one if by land, two if by sea" fame).

Everyone loves Grandpa's 1962 Corvette convertible.