I can't believe we have yet another computer problem. I will be back as soon as I can: don't go away.
Today our bicentennial baby turns thirty. A milestone for Lucy and in a way for us too. This photo was taken two weeks ago at the party in DC. Yesterday Lucy came home for a birthday/Memorial Day visit and she'll be here until next Sunday. Tonight we will all go out for dinner.
I remember that day in 1976 quite clearly, especially the part where the doctor told me to leave his office and go home. The nurse persuaded him to send me to the hospital and Lucy began a lifetime of grand entrances by arriving a few minutes later.
We became acquainted with Nancy Ekholm Burkert when the kids were little. I forget which books we read, but her illustrations, with their vibrant color and painstaking attention to detail, brought the stories to life. Somewhere or other Ernie found and purchased a slim volume entitled The Art of Nancy Ekholm Burkert. It contained not only some of her illustrations of The Scroobious Pip by Edward Lear, and Roald Dahl’s James and the Giant Peach, but also a few portraits in the same style. There was a little girl, called Claire, and a small boy whose name was Rand. We have kept the book on the bookcase in the study for over thirty years. I looked at it the other day and admired once again Rand’s image: look at his serious demeanor and the shape of his head.
Surely I was destined to be Theodore’s grandmother.
I know: I’ve got a theme going here. In spite of my new found interest in the Civil War, I do not intend to write a kind of 1865 and All That . I just wanted to call attention to a splendid web site I found en route to looking up something else. I came across the Minutes of the House of Lords. I was in a time machine, beamed back to April 15, 1626. I am often more interested in the “how” rather than the “what”, so I was picturing some scribe with a tired wrist hastily trying to capture the goings on as best he could in those pre-Gregg and Pitman days. He lists all the Lords Spiritual and Temporal present in the chamber that day and could have saved himself some ink if he had prefaced the list with “present” rather than the convoluted Latin phrase he used. By the time he got to the list of Lords playing hooky he had learned his lesson and reverted to English.
What was happening that day? A couple of agenda items are mentioned by title only, then it gets a little more interesting. The Apparel Bill, “an Act concerning apparel” was given its third reading, discussed and passed. Next we move on to Irregularities among the Clergy. That got your attention. It too had its sub-heading, “an Act to restrain and prevent some Disorders that are, or may be, in Ministers of God’s Word”. Note the “maybe.” Got to hand it to the British, none of this guilty until proven innocent. But what the problem was, or how it was resolved, remains a mystery. A sub-committee was appointed and they were scheduled to meet six days later in the Painted Chamber.
This site merits further exploration. So much for the days of searching out primary sources, translating them and so on. I was reflecting on the scope of the Internet and musing, "Soon they’ll have the Magna Carta on-line.” Then I checked, and what do you know. . .
Godiva got the trivia question correct. The answers are:
We returned Sunday night. We hit a horrendous storm as soon as we crossed the Ohio border: thunder, lightning, hail and torrential rain. We pulled off the road three times and eventually arrived home to a garden of windblown tulips and runaway hostas and ferns, all of which require—but will not get—immediate attention.
Our trip was anchored by two wonderful events. The first was Emmanuel’s First Communion. Four family members flew in from Italy to be with him: his grandmother, Patrizia, his aunt Laura, who was his godmother when he was baptized in Pisa, Laura’s son, Tommi, and Gody’s sister, Yvonne, whom we had never met before. The day was too short, even though we got to enjoy their company at a celebration lunch and when we returned to Al and Gody’s house. The second occasion was a joint 30th birthday party for Lucy and her fellow choir member, Franklin, given by another delightful member of the choir. It featured a whisky tasting—my first Laphfroaig. I’ll get some photos up soon.
We had a week between events, and we spent it exploring a bit of Virginia. We did our usual cemetery crawling. Who would have thought that F. Scott Fitzgerald and Zelda would be buried in a small graveyard down the street from Andrew’s house in Rockville, MD, within earshot of a busy road? Who knew that Patsy Cline was a product of Winchester, VA, a town where George Washington once had an office, and that her grave is just outside the town?
I was most impressed by the Shenandoah National Park. We arrived late in the day and started along the Skyline Drive in heavy fog and cloud. We spent the night in a lodge and by next morning the skies were clear and we could enjoy the fantastic views across the Shenandoah Valley. Today the trails are clearly marked and we could only imagine the logistical nightmare facing Stonewall Jackson as he moved 25,000 men from Antietam to Fredericksburg, crossing the Shenadoah and climbing up and over the Blue Ridge Mountains. 
The signage was good, even redundant, here, but the sign that seduced us into hiking down Dark Hollow to see the waterfall failed to add the sentence we later found in the National Park Service literature, “Some people find it difficult to climb back up to the parking lot.”
We spent a lot of time getting lost in Richmond, but did make it to the Museum of the Confederacy and the house in which Jefferson Davis lived as President of the Confederacy. Just as I was getting up to speed on the Civil War, we switched centuries and went to Williamsburg. The visit there culminated in an exploration of the nearby College of William and Mary, and then it was back to DC and eventually home.
Trivia question: who is the Senior Senator from Virginia? Who was his second wife?
I’m off to DC for a week or so and I will see you when I return. If anyone feels the need to find out what is going on in the minds of middle aged women in Grosse Pointe, try Bibliopaloooza or nancynall.com
See you on the other side
