Sunday we took Grampa's daughter Missie and her husband up to Canaan. Missie wanted to go to the Falls where she had gone as a little girl. Well - we didn't find those falls, but we did go to the falls Grampa and I had found years ago. When we got to the road - it was not plowed but a car had been down there. It is a very narrow road - but of course, we decided to go. We had come this far - we weren't going to stop now - praying all the time we wouldn't meet a car and that we would stay in the track. We made it and it was beautiful - the snow was so clean and real white. The icicles hanging beside the swirling water were so pretty. I took some pictures but really don't think they will do justice to the real beauty of it all.
As Grampa and I came home from Missie's we had the pleasure of a full moon. We haven't been out at night for a long time.
Feb. 11, 1996
On a rainy Sunday afternoon...
Grampa is watching some weirdo movie - shoot 'em up, bang 'em down. So I guess it's a good time to get my weekly writing done.
Uncle Peter was up in Vermont a week ago and Aunt G. wanted her chimney cleaned. Someone gets up on the roof with an evergreen tree with a rope tied to the end of it. Then the tree is lowered doen the chimey, with someone on the other end. The tree is pulled up and down and loosens the soot - great to clean up. Well, Peter climbed on the roof - tree and all, but the rope broke - tree got stuck. I got laughing so hard at the picture of all this, that I forgot to ask him just how he got the tree unstuck! So much for clean chimneys.
Grammie and Grampa loved to drive in the country, taking winding dirt roads that led who knows where. Grampa had a good sense of direction, but Grammie did not. The joke was that Grampa always had to make sure she had a full tank of gas in the car when she went out, since it was easy for her to get lost. Some of my favorite driving memories happened with Gram and Grampa. I remember taking the back roads with them up to Vermont - a longer drive but a more leisurely one. We didn't have to rush to get there; we meandered and took our time, watching the scenery for stone walls and "moo-cows." It was from her I learned the old wives' tale that when cows lie down, you should expect rain. So I'd watch for cows along our drive to check the weather!
Up in Vermont, time was always slowed down. The ever-changing modern world never seemed to encroach on the farm - even so modern an idea as a chimney sweep! Uncle Peter was a sport - always helping out up there. I can just imagine the look on his face when the rope broke, and I can hear Grammie laughing and laughing at this story. Some modern conveniences might be worth it, after all, though I bet that was the freshest-smelling chimney around!
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