Daily Archives: November 1, 2012

“Pants were sacrificed”

Our friend Doug was on task when he suspected the dirty pants were thrown away.  During the final hectic weeks before this Journey started, I worked “about” 52 hours on the truck while also working full-time at Sinai.  I would arrive home from patient care, slip into those dirty pants and grind away on truck preparations.  They were SO dirty once after the 90 weight gear oil of the axle, brake and bearing job that I wouldn’t even put them into the washing machine.   They served me well, practically standing upright in the corner between uses until the repairs were completed; Then as we packed the trailer, Pants were sacrificed.  Into the trash they went!


…in Maine, Andrew must have sensed my need for pants.  He and Hannah gave me a perfect pair of Carharts (also known as Cah-hahts).

DAY 48 11/01/2012 What Next

My optimism has me wondering; What next?  We planned to follow fall down the Eastern Appalachians…you know, Skyline Drive, Blue Ridge Parkway to NC, TN etc.  Well Fall is passing us in our standstill.  Still we’ll venture that way to Bob and Jo in NC, Zealen in Deland, FL into the Gulf and towards TX to see Jean-Philippe.  I realize that someone out there, (maybe you?) has great suggestions of places we should see along the way.  (We are nearly afraid to visit the Coastal areas recovering after the storm).

One of our strategies remains that each day we ask one of the local People we meet: “Where should we go tomorrow?”


What next?

Hi, it’s Jane. I forgot to include an interesting photo that we took yesterday. I didn’t think it needed a whole blog post of it’s own so I glommed onto David’s post.

We found this tombstone in the Colonel Jacob Rutsen Ground. It’s a tiny, abandoned cemetery in Rosendale. We saw the term “Consort” describing Margaret and wondered. What was the term “consort” doing on a 17th-century grave in New England? We moderns think of the term as something vaguely racy.

But, as it turns out (from my quick and limited “research” online) that Margaret and James were married. Referring to Margaret as his consort, appears to be, for the bereaved James, an affectionate way to refer to his wife forevermore.

Margaret was buried next to her son, Franklin, who died at age 4.

The poem at the bottom reads:

“Soft are the mercies of the just

While angels watch their sleeping dust

Death is to them in mercy given

The tomb is but the gate of heaven”

– Jane