Gimme A Kiss

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My husband grew up in the northwest corner of Massachusetts. When I first met him back in the 1960's there were a huge number of relatives there. The Grandfather that brought his family from Greece in the 1930's was still alive, all the siblings, all eight of them, Aunts and Uncles and cousins. It was always a busy place to visit and lots of children for our children to play with when we visited in the 1970's and 1980's. Life goes on. The young people, leave for college and a life in other places, the old folk die, the family homes are sold, but the memories go on forever. I visit Vermont where one of my husband's sisters still lives. Its so beautiful in Vermont in the summer. I visit her every year. We both like to see historic places and my few days with her is full and fun. The photo above is of a goat begging me to pet him. The Berkshire Mountains are in the background, its obviously late fall by the color and lack of leaves on the trees, and I know we were at a farm in Williamstown. It had a country store. I couldn't resist taking a picture and the goat did get his head scratched. I have no idea why I was there in the Fall. The photo says I took the picture on November 5, 2007 at 1:30 in the afternoon... Isn't it great that the digital photo gives us so much information? So why can't our brains remember those lost details? I live in Canada, a good 6 hours away from Vermont. I'm always visiting in the summer but never the fall. The only thing I can think of is we were there for a funeral. I guess our memory blocks some upsetting events. And that's probably a good thing.