Toward the Rising Sun - Part 2: Vermont

By L:  We spent some time in Vermont.  While there we met up with friends, visited a church history site and took a tour of a Ben and Jerry's ice cream factory.  It was fun visiting this somewhat whimsical place and sampling some of the best ice cream ever!

One evening we drove up into Montreal and went to the temple there.  The U.S. border agents were wondering why we were going back and forth into Canada so often.

 

By L:  We stopped at the famous "Vermont Country Store" and spent quite a long time browsing through all the unique things sold there.  We walked out with some of the best pure maple syrup ever.

 

By L:  As we were heading south toward Pennsylvania we stopped in Bennington, Vermont.  It was the fantastic fall colors and unique headstones that drew our attention to this graveyard next to this church.  It turns out that it was a famous church.

 

 

By L:  Did I mention before that we stopped at quite a few cemeteries?  My children will laugh as they remember a vacation from the past when I wanted to stop at every cemetery I saw in southern Utah.  It comes from my love of history - and especially my interest in family history research.  The cemeteries in the East are beautiful and so full of gorgeous monuments dedicated to someone's loved ones. It was inspiring - and because of the fall colors - they were great places to take pictures.

 The headstones below were for four children.

By L:  And we discovered that there are a few famous people buried in this cemetery - perhaps one that you might recognize - Robert Frost.  I've never seen money put at a headstone before - very intriguing to me.  But since then I've learned that it's done at other famous graves as well.

By L:  Robert Frost wrote one of my all-time favorite poems:

The Road Not Taken.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.