Nancy wants me to make sure you know that Isa, Carmen, and their dad, called with really special news while we were on the bus to Monticello this morning. They told Nancy they had just exchanged waves with Mr. President Obama. (Okay, so maybe cell phones are not so bad after all.) The President's motorcade suprised Daddy as they were walking to the Mall. The girls were not suprised at all. They both knew they were going to see him. Seeing the president was on their agenda all along.
Below are some of the pictures I took today. Monticello was quite an experience... one that I am still processing. My conflicted feelings for Jefferson got a lot of exercise. Seeing the African American graveyard at the end of the day with a group of African Americans, whom I fell into company with, on the path down to the so-called graveyard - another name for it might be 'that little patch of scrap-ground in the middle of the parking lot' - was... well, let me just say the lot of us stood there looking around, wondering if we were maybe in the wrong place until one of the ladies broke the bewildered silence by quietly saying,"There is nothing. Nothing. No stones, no markers, nothing." Which was an accurate summation.
Not only was there nothing, but the fence was open and the path worn in the ground evidence that people often walk over the unmarked graves. At that point a slang word meaning 'rectal orifice' became my newest nickname for the great man
'Wolf by the ears', my Aunt Fanny.
'Wolf by the ears', my Aunt Fanny.
The last pictures are the two graveyards for your comparison.
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