This weekend, I did something that fell into two categories…something I haven't done in a really long time, and something I've always wanted to do.
On Friday morning, I packed my bags (equal parts knitting/camera supplies and clothing), waved goodbye to my three little girls and headed out on the road with my dear cousin Maggie. We were on a little pilgrimage of sorts–the something I've always wanted to do. We took a long weekend away to visit our other dear cousin Catherine and experience first-hand some of our family history.
We saw the homes that my father, grandmother, grandfather, and other "great-greats" grew up in or called home. We stood on the shores of the bay where my grandmother once played and sailed. We visited gravestones, yacht clubs, cottages and main streets.
We hoisted each other over tall privacy fences to snap pictures and get closer looks.
We sat around, knitting in our laps, watching old movies and slide shows mourning, yet adoring the loved ones we've lost.
We laughed until our sides ached.
We cried some more.
I tried to figure out a way to really describe my weekend away, but I am truly left without words. It feels like something that can only be understood by a handful of people who know what I know, have known what I have known and long for the same things I long for.
But I can tell you, that getting to experience my family's history in such a tangible way has left a deep impression on my heart.
I haven't done something like this in a very long time, leaving all my babes behind and going somewhere by myself. But I am returning with a sense of refreshment, contentment and a joyful sorrow that has been escaping me for quite some time.
12 comments on “there and back again”
Sounds like it was just what you needed. Beautiful photographs.
What a phenomenal trip. Beautiful places and sounds like a beautiful family. Glad you got a chance/ made a chance/ took the chance to get away.
how wonderful! it sounds like a getaway with your cousins was just what you needed.
I love the photo of the stone marked “birdsall”. What a great name. I’m glad you had a good trip.
Molly, thank you so much for sharing this.
What a special thing to do. I have been wanting to do something like this with my brother for a long time.
What an amazing thing to do. You are so lucky to know enough about your family to do such a thing. What I know of my family is they all scattered to the wind, then moved like gypsies…I’m sure the trail has long gone cold. So special for you.
sounds fantastic molly! wonderful pictures too!
How wonderful! Sounds like a great full getaway.
First off, it sounds like a dream come true to touch so closely with personal history. Second, those houses . . . they are just gorgeous! Really? Your relatives grew up there? And Third, what a beautiful way to show your girls that their heritage matters, and that it is important to keep the stories alive!
It does sound wonderful. Gorgeous images.
Good for you!! Every woman/mom needs time away for their self. It is so important. I’m so glad you had a good time and lot of laughs. : )