green sweater.

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So here I am.
If I didn't know me I would say-"She looks like a nice person."
The green sweater a hand me down from my cousin Molly, who loves to shop-therefore-I get new stuff!  The scarf is Allies, a bright yellow, green, orange.  Goes with everything and handy when I want cover my scar.  I am smiling because at the time I didn't hate my husband.  He was telling me to smile as if I was in LOVE with him for the first time.  Sometimes that is not hard to do.  He can be so loveable.  He can also be so difficult.  But that smile, I believe is brought to you directly from Andy, the most aggravating, annoying man that I love.  My hair is getting very long.  it remains curly and I am not the greatest at keeping it colored.  So my greys are peeking out at the temples.  I think I should just let it happen and go gray.
This pic is a great example of why I Love/Hate my husband.
we had been driving,(driving driving driving) through the back roads of Vermont.  Nowhere in particular to go, just wandering.  When he knew I begining to ge antsy.  How many barns and cows can you look at.?
Just then he pulls to the ise of the road, and there it was.
The sweetest most obscure little cemetery I have every seen.  Very well kept by people that... I dont know where they might live... In a barn somewhere.
Anyway- He reaches this place in the knick of time, Jack is getting antsy, as am I.
The perfect destination for me, the history, the love stories written in stone, families, proverbs, beautiful artwork of sculpture and emotion.  I love cemeteries.  A bit of religion, alot of emotion, vibrating of love and family.  So Jack got to play pacman, running between the stones, stopping to read a few headstones.  I got to imagine these families in their prime living in rural (RURAL!!!!!) Vermont in the late 1700's through 1800's.
Women died in their thirties and forties from childbirth, or scarlet fever.  Men died young as well from fever and accidents on farms.
These stones were beautifully done.  long, tall, alot of scripture, but nothing that was beyond me and my novice bible knowledge.




There were a few family collections surrounded by gates that were ornate and beautiful.  I will attach a few pics and see if you dont fall in love with these dead people, and their families.

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