Boston.

Recently, I took a trip to Boston with my hubby. He worked; I gallivanted. It’s really hard to put into words the history there. There is so much. For me it was about simply being in a place where thinkers created. In a way, it allowed me to delve into the stories from our country’s history. I walked the same streets that our fathers walked. I crept through passageways and appreciated lives once lived.

I’m going to officially and honestly tell people that I went to Harvard. See, it’s true! I have a picture to prove it.

 

 

 

 

 

I visited Nathaniel Hawthorne’s birthplace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Toured the House of Seven Gables and learned that Hawthorne never saw all seven gables during his time there.

 

 

 

 

I  saw Col. Hathorne’s grave. He was Hawthorne’s great grandfather and was a judge
at the Salem Witch Trials.

And I even visited the oldest church in Salem, which was established in 1629.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was an interesting trip. Riding the T to and from the hotel gave me a chance to observe people in an environment I wouldn’t normally experience. I’m grateful to be able to see places like this and take in the history.