When I was your age ……….

My big sister and I were on a big trip, traveling from Boston to North Carolina to visit our grandmother. I was 11 years old.
When I was your age ……….

My big sister and I were on a big trip, traveling from Boston to North Carolina to visit our grandmother. I was 11 years old.
… commonly called Mountain Drive above Grahamstown. We first look down on the N2 as it passes through fossil-rich shale cuttings as it bypasses the town on its way to East London in one direction and Port Elizabeth in the other:
A little further on we can look down on the back end of the 1820 Settlers Monument (simply known as The Monument) and its beautiful surrounds with Grahamstown stretching out below:
Now we can zoom into one of the older suburbs:
When we look over the hill on the other side, we can see the Southwell valley stretching out before us – an area of private game reserves, dairy farms, pineapple farms and mixed farming:



This is from my collection of photographs.

Photo taken near Little Beach Ogunquit Maine, Date?? – 20 years ago
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From my postcard collection

From my postcard collection


This is not our farm in New Hampshire – how I wish it were. But what attracted me to this postcard image was the location in Belmont – not Belmont Mass where I grew up but Belmont New Hampshire – New Hampshire where several family members had farms. Those New Hampshire farms evoke so many memories. e.g .did my sister Ruth really throw a stone at the farm horse and the horse bolted making my sister Nan fall off and break her arm??
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