Saturday, July 18, 2009
A drive north up 91 led us to Massachusetts. Only an hour or so away and yet another place, different from home. That is the point of a vacation. A get-away. And most of my family enjoyed it. We toured Sturbridge Village (again) and I took my three girls to every costumed person to ask questions about the life and times. They were patient with me, the costumed people and the girls, and we learned things we did not know before.
Like: did you know that the color sage green comes from the fact that actual sage was used to dye the wool? ~And: did you know that even though the town is representative of the 1800's most of the houses were 1700's architecture? I didn't. Learning is good. I breathe better when I learn something new.
We stayed somewhere comfortable and clean with a nice warm pool and a continental breakfast. The first night, our three year old Grace Louise whimpered lightly, "I want to go home." The second day it was an almost constant whine. The second night it was forty five minutes of screaming. "I WANT TO GO HOME." The third day she hitched and sniffled. The third night Bill got out of bed and took a drive at 1:00 am to try to find a place that sold Benadryl. Day four, full of promises that home was coming soon, she quieted.... and the Benadryl made that night bearable... even through the guilt.
Driving back, south down 91, the road that led toward home, the two bigger girls were asleep and Gracie was humming.."home, home, home, home...."
"At least she's consistent." Said my husband.