Thursday, January 23, 2014
The Only Bear in the Woods
Does anyone know the name of this bridge and where it is? I'll give you a hint: the name doesn't describe the bridge's color -- that's orange. Even before the bridge was built; even before gold was discovered in California; an American explorer described the bay it crosses -- which flows into the Pacific Ocean -- as a "golden gate" for trading routes to Asian countries across the ocean.
Yes, it's the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco -- one of the most famous bridges in America. And Miss Elaine and I crossed the bridge on the way to Healdsburg, which is a bit more than an hour's drive north of the city.
Then Miss Holly brought out a cradle basket and let me sit in it. The basket was made of willow a hundred years ago -- but it was still strong.
This was Miss Elaine's favorite spot. The trees here grow in a natural circle. People named it Burbank Circle after a famous botanist who lived in Sonoma County. In the middle of the circle were wide benches where people could lie down and look up at the trees. Miss Elaine did -- and she took this picture.
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Thursday, January 2, 2014
Lily Learns about Cajuns
Since Miss Elaine and I are home for a couple of weeks, I'm going to try to catch you up on some of my travels. In October, we toured Louisiana. The church above, St. Martin de Tours, is very old -- about 178 years. It's in the town of St. Martinville. This place is very important to Americans of Acadian heritage. In the mid-1700s, these French-speaking people were forced from their homes in Nova Scotia -- an area of Canada. Since there were French settlements in the part of America we now call Louisiana, many of the Canadians made their way here. We call them Cajuns -- sort of a sloppy way of saying Acadians.
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