Ay di mi, only a week! And now Daphne, Bisi, Ben and Kate are gone, and the house echoes. Let’s see: they went on a cruise of Boothbay Harbor (his first trip on a boat, Ben enjoyed watching the wake!). We ate lobsters with our Bristol/Pemaquid family at Pemaquid Point. They took in the Railway Village, and admired Gary Balducci’s llamas and emus! Games of kickball in the twilight, plus “swat the biggest mosquito.”
Brief visits to Veula Reed, she with a houseful of grandchildren and greatgrands, and with Dot and Sammy Hathorne. Not time enough, by far.
I would like to introduce you to one of my newly favorite holidays: Juneteenth. Juneteenth can be celebrated on any convenient day from the 12th to the 19th. It commemorates the day in 1865 when black people in Texas and farther west finally got the word about the Emancipation Proclamation. There being no wireless, or not much, in those days, they got the news by young men nearer the news sources running from village to village, cabin to cabin, and they all dropped their work and had a festival. Today, the day is usually celebrated with foot races in honor of the bringing of the news. Also jazz concerts and the usual partying, but mostly the foot races.
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