My husband is truly one of the best people I know. One of the reasons I say that is because he puts up with me and has for nearly forty-seven years. I am not the easiest person to live with and yet he seems to enjoy it.
Another is that, without thinking about it or a questioning, he acts with great kindness.
When we were living in Houston, a storm started before we left for work. In Texas, the hardest rain is like one HUGE drop of water which drenches everything and everyone. I looked outside to see a woman standing under the roof of our front porch to keep dry. When I told George, he said, “Why don’t you give her an umbrella.” I’d never have thought of that. I opened the door but before I could hand her the umbrella–one of many we’d collected so it was no hardship– she started to rush off the porch saying, “I’m sorry.” I stopped her and handed the umbrella to her, She was stunned. Two days later, I found it folded against the front door.
Acts of kindness bless the doer more than the receiver. When I think of one, I attempt to carry through but George acts kindly all the time. He’s made me a better person.
I married a man who loves history. We’ve been to Mystic Seaport in Connecticut and the Cabrillo National Monument in San Diego. On a trip from Louisville to Savannah, we followed the battlefields of the Civil War from Chickamauga down the route of Sherman’s March to the Sea.
On a terribly hot summer day, George, his sister and I searched Gettysburg for their ancestors who served in the Pennsylvania 150th regiment. Diane was chased and nearly devoured by a reaping machine in the Hay Field.
We visited frontier villages in Houston and Fredericksburg, TX; The National Ranching Heritage Center in Lubbock, TX, one of my favorites; the Texas Ranger Museum on Waco; the Billy the Kid Museum someplace in Texas; Mount Rushmore and Custer State Park where we love feeding the burros and I wandered through a herd of buffalo. Another favorites was the Longfellow-Evangeline State Historic Site in St. Martinville, Louisiana which we stumbled on by accident on a drive to New Orleans.
And, of course, in D.C., we visited the Memorials; in Virginia, Monticello and Old Williamsburg.
I can’t remember all the places but I’ve enjoyed every one of them because I was with George and because, fortunately, I love history, too.
What is the favorite place you’ve visited? Historical on not, please share.