Jeffery and I boarded the train to Yonkers to pick up our rental car, and then headed towards the village of Washington, Connecticut where my father, grandparents, and great-grandmother are buried. Boy was that a fun trip, and a good visit at the Gunn Museum, and some sights to see.
We then headed towards my mother's home in Massachusetts. Thank gosh for the GPS!
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| leaving NYC over the Harlem(?) River |
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| along the Hudson |
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| to pronounce this, you say Spite n Die-ville |
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| the Yonkers train station entrance |
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| the door into the Yonkers train station |
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| a big building in Yonkers |
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| a cool bridge north of Yonkers |
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| we encounter snow |
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| icicles |
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| at the Gunn Museum in Washington, Connecticut, my grandmother, Dorothy Abbot Loomis is part of history |
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| we think this house is my great-grandma Ab's home on Wykeham Road |
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| the other side |
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| the family headstones |
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| my grandmother's stone; I am named after her |
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| my grandfather's stone |
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| great-grandma Ab |
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| my father's stone was impossible to photograph clearly, due to the late afternoon sun; we honor you Eliot Putnam Loomis! |
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| me with my kinfolk |
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| us there |
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| this photo was taken to aid future seekers of these stones in finding them |
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| Jeffery at the grave of Frederick Gunn, founder of the Gunnery School, which I'm told was where my grandpa Charles and his brother Jack went to school |
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| St John's Church from the graveyard |
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| St. John's Church |
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| it began to snow, and got to be a heavy squall before it lightened up |
We left as dark was threatening, and drove to Mom's in the full dark. Boy, were we glad to arrive at Ma's, and to see the porch light beckoning.
