Honeymoon, Day 10

The USS Constitution is America’s oldest commissioned Naval ship, and as such follows protocols like raising the flag each morning and lowering it each evening.  This ritual is accompanied by a cannon shot.  We discovered they do this at 8 am.  It sounds (and feels) just like a lightning strike hitting close—the kind that rattles the windows.  We were very excited to hear it though.  I remember from our last visit, they only use a quarter charge of gunpowder.

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Honeymoon, Day 9

After a leisurely breakfast at the Pilgrim House, we stopped by the Trinity Church graveyard for a few minutes to view more headstones.  We stumbled onto another Keith headstone, from Aberdeen (David thinks it might be his immigrant ancestor); some immigrants from Ireland and England of course, and one sad story about a man who arrived in Rhode Island from North Carolina for his health, but died just a few days after arrival.

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Honeymoon, Day 8

(by Grace) We left Branford and headed North on Route 1 to travel along the seashore.  We stopped at a little cemetery (of course) along the way in Guilford or Madison and checked out a few headstones.  We found the first grave, laid in 1688, a young boy of six.  We know it was the first because we read it on the stone.  There are many, many old graveyards in these towns.  We’ve not stopped for every one, but it has been tempting.

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Honeymoon, Day 7

Today was mostly a driving day, through the Berkshire Hills of western Massachusetts and down to the southern coast of Connecticut – but what a beautiful drive!  It’s no surprise why rich New Yorkers like Martha Stewart want to live up here.We started the day in Bennington, VT with a visit to the huge monument commemorating the Revolution’s Battle of Bennington.  Turns out the battle was actually fought a bit west of here in New York, but they were fighting over storage houses actually in Bennington.  It was a decisive battle that eventually led to the defeat of Gen. Burgoyne.  We also popped our heads into the Covered Bridge Museum and the Old Bennington Cemetery, where poet Robert Frost is buried.  His epitaph says “I had a lover’s quarrel with the world”.  His poem, “Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening” has always been one of my favorites.

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Honeymoon, Day 6

(by Grace) We slept in this morning and took our time packing up.  At 9:00 David phoned Kristi Mattingly, his genealogy buddy.  We haven’t looked it up to make certain the connection, but we believe she is his fourth cousin once removed.  Her father descended from George Washington Lovrien as well.  She’s the one who pointed us to his gravesite and old homestead site.  We enjoyed a nice long visit with her and her husband Kevin in their home on top of the world near Washington Vermont.  The view from their front lawn is stunning.  It’s a summer/weekend house—they teach at a boarding school in New Jersey I believe she said.  I was charmed by their retriever, Grady.  She is such a friendly dog!

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