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As I promised – here I am again with MORE Vermont tales.  To refresh your memories or if you are just popping in for the first time ~ my oldest and dearest girlfriend and I took a fantabulous vacay to Vermont last October.  We had the best time.  She’s a perfect traveling partner.  We WILL do it again.  And soon.

When I last left off  the Tales of Vermont 2013, we were headed to Robert Lee Frost’s home.  EEEK! We were so excited.  Her more than me I suspect because…well she’s more well read than I am.  Since she’s an English major/teacher and master of our native tongue, it stands to reason.  And since her daughter made a perfect score of 36 in English on the ACT and mine only made a 34 she gets top billing on this leg of our adventure.  These girls of ours are stories for other days.  But let’s just say no two mothers alive love their sons and daughters more than we do.  That is a fact.

Okay…so we see Mr. Frost’s grave and go BERSERK!


We tend to do that fairly easily when we are away from home and don’t run the risk of people we know witnessing two middle aged women jumping up and down like we were 8 or something.


So anywho, we map it and are still way too excited for words to do justice and off we go…


Okay so we just thought we were excited. Then the house came into view.


There were so many “oh my…oh my… oh my” s and eeeeeks that we were just plain old giddy by the time we parked and got out.  I mean can you tell from this one picture what a beautiful PERFECT day this was?  Perfect I tell you.  Bright blue October skies in Vermont.  There’s not much else that needs to be said.  But of course, I will.  Say much more.




Apparently as fans of Robert Frost goes, we are in fairly good company.  The benefactors of this museum are pretty important people it would seem.


We of course agreed immediately that we felt privileged as we stepped over the threshold and onto a sun porch that the man himself sat on many a day warming himself by this old potbelly stove.


Oh Elinor what lovely taste you had.  If you don’t know much about Robert Frost’s life, I encourage you to read about him.  Through great suffering and I do mean GREAT suffering, he wrote some of the most acclaimed poetry.



We were trying not to look like doofuses but when we saw this, in Mr. Frost’s own hand we could barely contain ourselves.  I think the only thing that might have made this more exciting would have been to be standing there with Catherine Vines Davis.  Mrs. Davis was one of our high school English teachers and a hoot.  One of the most eccentric people I have ever known.  And I am quite sure she would have had some dirt to share about Robert Frost.  She liked nothing more than to gossip about dead writers and poets!


What a beautiful place the Frost family lived.  Yet, in all the beauty and peace this place should have brought him and his, there was much grief and loss and sorrow.  I believe most of the most gifted have the most struggles.  There is a very fine line between genius and madness.  I think Mr. Frost stood on that line many days of his life.  And if you read his bio, you won’t wonder why.  Nonetheless, he wrote and produced beautiful words for the world to read.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

~ Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)

As before, stay tuned.  Have a lovely Sunday everyone!

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Lovely post Susan. I love poetry and Robert Frost’s are some of my favourites. It was the thrill of my life to visit the home of William Wordsworth over here in the UK. Next I want to visit the home of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. xxoo

What a great post…thank you so much for sharing…your beautiful Vermont!!!!

Hugs and maple syrup