You know, I am in the land of Rip Van Winkle.
The Revolutionary War and Mohicans , the Vanderbilts, the Roosevelts and more history than I can even think of at the moment.
We won't discuss my ever wonky memory .. some days everything is clear as a bell, others I am lucky I remember the names of my children .. you know, what's his name and his sister .
We are going to be living near some wonderful homes that belonged to some pretty interesting people ..
They now belong to the National Registry of Historic Homes and are safe from demolition and urban sprawl ... if it were ever to sprawl this far into the countryside .. and I intend to spend quite a bit of time, wandering gardens and taking photos.
Which I will share here.
I am reminded of all this as I sit here in the near dark, as the sky gets ever more black and thundery looking .... that Headless Horsemen rode near here, that Indians hunted in the forests nearby , that settlers came through winters that I cannot even contemplate to make a new home here .. as I sit in a 200 year old house, with a dishwasher and a new car sitting outside..
I am struck by the age of it all and how little I really know or remember about it all.
( not that I should remember the Revolution ... I am not that old ! but lessons learned in school tend to fade fast for some) ..
I am going to start paying attention again .. I will learn more or remind myself of the history of this place .
Do you live in a Historic place ?
Near monuments or sites of great events ?
Do you ever think about it or is it just the neighborhood, the area , your town , your home ?
Thunder is rumbling .. I think I will go make sure the windows are all closed and look out the windows, just in case there is a ghost of a horseman out there ..