We recently spent some time visiting Abe's family in New Hampshire. People keep asking me how the trip was and all I can really say is, "It was lovely! So lovely!"
And I want to say more. But I don't know what to say. It's hard for me to find the words to describe how much I love visiting beautiful New England and the delightful conglomeration of family and friends who live there.
That's why I've put off blogging about it, I suppose. Because I can't really find words and pictures to encapsulate the experience. But I want to try to describe it all. So I'm going to do a series of vignettes describing bits and pieces here and there.
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My Father is from the area. My grandfather and some of my family still live there. I know how you feel about visiting...it looks like the charming postcards you can't believe are real places. But the way it feels is awe-inspiring. It takes my breath away and I want to just bottle it up and bring it home, or pack up and move there. Sheltered bridges on one-way roads. Homes that look friendly and inviting and yet the paint is flaking and the some of the buildings look like a poorly constructed puzzel. New Hampshire is wonderful. Did you go to Stuart John's sugar house and get some maple sugar candy that melts you to your toes? Would you be my neighbor if we moved to NH?
Oh, and my father was raised in the Boston area and he has trouble with his "r" sounds. Chicar-go is one of my favorites. And of course Abe doesn't notice the accents. Montanans' say all their short "a" sounds with a long A. "Bage" "Way-gon" Dray-gon and so forth. I still can't tell who says what and why people laugh at me. It's much easier to just write it down than try to understand what all the fuss is about anyway.
Love you!
Jen
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