I'm still catching up from my trip to Washington, Connecticut, where my great-grandmother Isabel Esther McCormick Abbot lived in the nineteen teens and twenties. You can see some of my posts about her, her family, and my grandmother here.
Washington is a little town still mostly untouched by industry and overbuilding -- it sits placidly on the top of a mountain in western Connecticut. My great-grandmother, grandparents, and father all have markers in the cemetery there. Dad's marker, unfortunately, is discolored and in need of some TLC, so I didn't get a shot of it. The sun came out as I drove up the mountain, and big puffy clouds danced across the sky. My grandfather, an architect, designed the headstones.
And a heart-shaped cloud floated by just as I was turning to leave.