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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!


Beautiful Autumn Day in Vermont


As promised, second installment of October 2013 Vermont vacation.

These photos are of mine and Robbin’s trip to Bennington and Beyond 🙂 We didn’t really have a plan when we started out that morning.  It was the only day we really did just say “Let’s just go. And see where the winds of this Autumn day take us.”  And wow was that the way to go!  It was a gorgeous day and we had a blast!  We even accidentally drove over the state line so we could say we went to New York that day as well.


Now that’s the kind of church I can get behind!  Separation of church and state! What a concept !! 😉 (Read: sarcasm) I don’t do politics on my blog (yet) but it’s not because I don’t think about it or have opinions.  I have opinions in spades! Just suffice it to say I, for one, do not want to live in a theocracy.  You do your thing, I’ll do mine, MKay? LOL.  It is a beautiful building and still holds services.  I had a very emotional reaction to standing in the church dreaming of what it must have been like back in 1762 – to be one of the women who help establish a community.


If I were one of the family members I would beg the “head of the house” to request this box – Lucky Number 13!


And this would be my views of the church from my perch in Box 13.  Imagine it packed full and the whole place vibrating with the sound of voices singing to the heavens.




From the looks of the percussion instruments along with this amazing organ – they maybe quite the modern sounding congregation.


And as services ended we would stroll home along the fence row,


And into the cemetery to lay a flower or two on the graves of loved ones who most certainly had found their way there.



I love the look of the old headstones.  Such craftmanship.


And then THERE IT WAS! Robert Frost’s grave.  OH MY – did we not know it would be there??  Had we even thought of it?  I mean we talked about him at length when we were up at Bread Loaf looking around and wondering what it would be like to be part of a “writer’s colony” – how fabulous would that be?  I mean it would help to be writers of course but oh if the walls could talk!


This photo is quite possibly the favorite of all times. Lovely lighting.  Taken in my favorite place (besides home) in the world. My favorite month.  With my oldest and dearest girlfriend. And Autumn showing it’s truest colors.  Bliss I tell you. Pure Bliss.

Before I bid you farewell for today I leave you with the promise of an other installment involving a photo essay of our tour of Robert Frost’s home and  the funniest story of the day. It was time to stop for lunch and we saw this little place along the road just outside Bennington.  It was like the old fashioned burger joint – only seating was in your car or at a few picnic tables.  They had quite a menu that even advertised a “veggie burger”.  Robbin, being vegan, asked the man taking orders what was in the veggie burger.  And I swear to you, he had to have his 100th birthday in his sights.  He looked at her for what seemed like much longer than it was and without changing his expression he says “vegetables”.  LOL we just died laughing.  So she was brave and ordered it, I had fried clams if you were wondering.

See you all soon!  Hey, tell your friends about this blog.  Pretty please?  Thanks and have a wonderful October day!



This time last year my friend Robbin and I were trying to decide how much more of Vermont we could see before it was time to board a plane back for Louisiana.  I have to say one of the best vacations I have ever been on. This morning I am feeling homesick for a place I have never lived.  Mostly because my husband is on the way to work and even this beautiful house seems less like home when he’s not here. But also because October should be spent in Vermont whenever possible. That is a fact.


I am going to share some pictures with you that will let you know I am not just making this stuff up.  Vermont IS October and October IS Vermont!

I realized after looking back that I didn’t even tell you about my trip last October.  Shame on me!!! It was fabulous! Here is proof…


Yes Robbin and I were JUST THAT excited!!


We stayed at the Brandon Inn in lovely downtown Brandon, VT


This is our view from our room.  Ahhhhh…


Another lovely view…


We ate breakfast every morning at Sheri’s Diner and were surely entertained by the conversations over heard.


I will conclude today’s installment of Autumn in Vermont with one last photo.  I have about a hundred more photos to share.  So stay tuned!

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