Golden Grove near Bennington Monument, VT.
I know, I know, it was Plymouth, Mass., not anywhere near Williamstown, Mass. And it certainly wasn’t Bennington, Vermont.
Monument to Battle of Bennington
But it’s Thanksgiving in Princeton and there aren’t any Pilgrims, and everyone’s eating turkey when Priscilla and John and Miles and all, and of course Squanto, were tucking into lobster and deer and yes probably cranberries with maple syrup, which those clever, generous Indians brought to the feast.
Revolutionary War General, Bennington
It’s also beastly cold, raining and snowing at once, and nobody’s plowed anything anywhere near my new apartment, and what is going to happen to all that wet, as the mercury plunges tonight?
Venerable House, Bennington
1781 — as a person of Michigan, founded in 1837 — I can barely believe house dates like this. You see why I feel, these are the birthplaces of our nation.
Sacrifices were made here, without which we might not have a country for which to be Thankful
I need non-ice upon which to drive to the Brig at dawn with Jeanette Hooban, because we need many birds, not just one, tomorrow.
And I need sun.
What a difference a month makes!
In Bennington a month ago, we were drenched in sun and color. Come, stroll its streets with me. There were hardy pioneers there, too. And, of course, many tribes of powerful Indians. And patriots who fought in the Battle of Bennington. There were probably bears and certainly deer, and now there are moose — somehow I never think of moose in the time of the pilgrims.
A stroll in an entire town that is a shrine to true Liberty
We were in the heartland of our country, in my experience. We stepped into different time machines in each New England town. My heart is still there, strolling the tree-root-uplifted sidewalks of Bennington, under glowing ancient trees, examining homes of other centuries, some of which had marble walkways to their welcoming front doors.
Essence of Bennington
Ready for Hallowe’en in New England heartland
Prosperity in Liberty’s town
What History This Tree Has Witnessed!
I am in love with the fences of New England
Everyone Was Welcome at the Pulled Pork Dinner, on the hem of the Monument’s Park!
The Gold Standard
Can’t You Almost Hear The Crinkle of the Leaves?