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Saturday, March 1, 2008

Travels Home


A few years ago I made a pilgrimage by car from my home on the Northeast coast to where I grew up, making stops along the way that were ancestral stomping grounds. I will give a long post on this important visit for me. For now...here is a picture from the book "The Correspondence of John Badollet and Albert Gallatin, 1804-1836", edited by Gayle Thornborough.

When I found Badollet's grave site in Vincennes, Indiana it was in the midst of a very dry hot spell. The temperature was over 100 degrees. Dry parched grass was everywhere, yet in the center of Badollet's grave was a lone tiny white flower just waiting for my arrival. I have keep this flower pressed in my book.

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