Road Trip: Day 10—Wethersfield and “The Witch of Blackbird Pond” (Part Two of Two)
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Yay! My home town of Wethersfield, CT gets some love from Emily Jacobs in the post below the fold (which, admittedly, is now over 3 years old, but sometimes the wheels of the Blogosphere grind slowly, amirite?).
Ms. Jacobs has included some beautiful pictures from Old Wethersfield, most of which were taken 2 blocks from my Mom’s house.
Old Weth is its own little universe, and I still love and miss it.
Edit: PS, I wasn’t sure whether to mention this, because it might sound like a bit of a downer, but my father (who died when I was a senior in high school) is buried in the Village Cemetery. He loved Wethersfield, too, so even though I am sad that he is gone, it is nice to think that his resting place is in a place where he felt at home.
Emily Jacobs: Freelance Writer
If you like old buildings, Wethersfield, Connecticut is pretty much house porn for you. The slideshow below is what I saw while walking to and from the Cove.
After I toured the Buttolph-Williams House, I walked over to the cemetery.
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It was a very sunny day, and a hot early afternoon, but the cemetery still gave me the creeps. My guide was kind enough to let me know that the oldest stones were at the top of the hill, known as Hungry Hill because that is where the Indians would retreat during flooding times, often with little sustenance.
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It’s just not a vacation if I don’t get to go to an old cemetery.
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It took me a surprisingly short amount of time before I found Gershom Bulkeley’s gravestone. As I said, in the bright, hot sun, it was still an intensely creepy…
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