Here is a close-up of one of the stone pillars just to the left of the doorway pictured above:
Marie Z. J., I had to take this photo just for you:
and a closer view of the carvings
There simply isn’t enough time to make all the art that is inside of me!
On the way home, I stopped off in Fall River, Mass. My father was born there and I recently discovered (in a well DUH SARAH, of course they are) my grandparents are buried here, as is my Aunt Mary M., whom I remember, along with two brothers who died young. So I sought out the Catholic cemetary and after a lot of wandering around trying to decipher the mystery of how the plots are numbered (I had called written a couple months ago to find out the plot numbers, etc), I found the family monument:
On the way home, the GPS always wants me to go 95 and 93 through downtown Boston. Which has some of the worst drivers in America. And a couple interchanges near the Big Dig tunnel and the bridge that are white knuckle experiences for me. Usually I take I-495 around Boston which nominally takes a half hour longer. This time I decided to try 95/route 128, the inner ring road around Boston. Now I know why I will never do that again. I started to go around Boston at 2 pm. It was 4:30 before I cleared it…bumper to bumper. UGH. It would have been at least an hour faster to take the “long” way on 495–and it wasn’t even rush hour! And no accidents. One roadside info sign said next major highway interchange was 12 miles ahead. Time to get there (mid afternoon!!!!) was FIFTY , 50, MINUTES!!!! SHRIEK. Was really glad to get home to rural, not-busy-roads Maine!
So that’s the trip! Fun, except for the driving in Massachusetts!