I've had this poster for over 30 years. Friends had it framed for me for a long-ago birthday. It used to hang over my desk, but when I moved to this house as a newly-single woman, I thought it was time for me to sleep with the band, so I hung it over my bed.
This flag hangs in the John F. Kennedy Library in Boston. I wondered if the space in which it hangs was supposed to represent the gantry of a spaceport, since it was President Kennedy who set us the task of going to the moon. I was told that it wasn't, but I like to think of this flag as hanging over the launchpad to tomorrow.
A friend insisted that I visit the Getty Gardens when I was near LA last week. I think this is what he was talking about.
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A year ago I was visiting with my family in southern Illinois. Her dining room table could hold its own with the Skagit Valley of Western Washington State.
I didn't see the Villa of the Mysteries on my visit to Pompeii, but I did see this lovely piece in what I think was a Roman fast food joint.
A few friends and I rented a little cottage near Axbridge five years ago. I think Sophie would like the Church of St. John's every bit as much as I did. She might even have a little chat with Anna Prowse. I envy her that. Read more about Axbridge
York is one of the possible homes of my Bates ancestors, and I wanted a souvenir from my first visit there in 2005. A selection of small crystal Christmas tree ornaments in the window of a shop kitty corner from York Minster caught my eye. I love my collection of ornaments, and I thought this little guy would fit right in. I bought him, stuffed him in a sock for the journey, and that Christmas he made himself right at home.
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A little greenery from a summer day in Bath to take you through the dark. Somewhere near here, Elizabeth Bennett refused Mr. Darcy.
I was going to stop in Salem, at The House of the Seven Gables, but by the time I thought to look for the exit, I was almost to New Hampshire. Luckily my route circled back through Concord, and that's where I ran into Nathaniel Hawthorne. Read more about Two Spirits of Concord
The Firth of Forth, seen from the battlements of Edinburgh Castle. A lot of cities have cleaned off the smoke and grit of the centuries to become new, beautiful cities in the 21st Century. But I rather like Edinburgh's patina of peat fires, cannon smoke, and the blood of the likes of Macbeth.
