spatch is home. The mermaid brought him safe back to me. He was in central Maine to bury the ashes of his aunt and his grandmother and his grandmother's last two cats in the cemetery that goes back at least five generations in the family; the family itself goes back to the seventeenth century in this country. It would have been his grandmother's hundredth birthday. She always said, he told me, that the moon landing was the greatest birthday present a person could ever wish for. I'm glad he was able to celebrate her. On either side there seems to have been a truly impressive amount of travel snafu, not limited to the MBTA, but also some very good meals and time with his extended family; he brought me a stone from the cemetery, two nautically appropriate used books from Portland, and some pictures of Old Orchard Beach. Earlier in the evening I used a taxi to get us takeout which we just finished eating and am now about to essay lying on the couch and watching a movie. It is much too hot in our apartment and has been all weekend. The cats are sweet.
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... anyway, I'm glad the mermaid brought *your* personage safely home.
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The Noyes side of the family furnished the background of this poem.
... anyway, I'm glad the mermaid brought *your* personage safely home.
Me, too! She kept him safe from all hazards inland.
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A Hamlin coming to this country as a small child seems to tie in with the Pied Piper of. He led them not under a mountain but across the sea.
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What did they think?
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Thank you! It seems cautiously cooler and greyer today, which would be lovely, because last night it was so hot we hardly slept.
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At the point where he was on a night bus whose driver didn't know exactly where they were going, it started to seem a close thing!
*hugs*
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Thank you. Supposedly tonight there will be rain. Fingers crossed for you, too!
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Y'all are the cool, stony New Englanders who build for cold and wet and brine. You don't need heat.
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Thank you. I hope you are comfortable nonetheless, in a land where people actually expect it to get hot in the summers and conduct their lives accordingly.
Y'all are the cool, stony New Englanders who build for cold and wet and brine. You don't need heat.
That's how I feel about it! I've never lived in a house that didn't cunningly trap heat for the winter, which is great in winter, which this is not.
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This is lovely.
I'm glad he was able to celebrate her.
And I'm glad the mermaid brought him there and back again.
Nine
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Me, too!
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They weren't as interested as the last cohort of students were, but they did register alarm at the notion of spectral evidence!
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It's alarming!
The Salem witch trials were one of the pieces of American history I was never taught, I just found on my own by reading (in elementary school), and it seems like such a strange thing to try to explain to people actually happened.