This morning the snow was gone, the clouds thinner, and everything smelled fresh. Ed & Dad decided to take us on the drive from Waterbury to Norwalk, to see all the places from their earlier years and Anne's childhood. Being the first outside I took a few minutes to study a leaf dotted with droplets of rain.
We saw the church where her grandparents were married and our friend Dave was a priest, and the cemetery that little sister thought was half named for her. As we stood out in the street snapping a picture of the front porch of the "Union house" where she was snapped as a small child, a warm woman appeared at the door and after hearing the story invited us in. We'd been by some years ago, and wondered what the back yard looks like now. It was an instant journey down memory lane to see the stair bannister and the backyard. We've promised to send the new owner some photos of the place as it was years ago.
In the neighborhood where they lived later, we encountered a group (gobble?) of wild turkeys perusing the manicured lawns.
After stopping on the drive home for dinner in Westfield we rode much of the way home in gathering darkness and silent reverie.
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