Boston, the land of my grandfathers
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November 15th, 2006 – by: sweetsummerdaiz
I had learned a few years earlier that this is the land of my gggggggg grandfather who along with his family immigrated from England to Boston and were early settlers of Danvers, MA.
So as my exploration of Boston begins, it was a rainy day in November when my feet touched Bostonian soil. One of the first things I chose to see after getting off the bus at Haymarket Square was to seek out the Freedom trail. Having done very little research beforehand and coping with an umbrella in one hand and whipping winds and a map in the other, I overlooked the obvious red line on the sidewalks and took my path in my own hands. I wandered around aimlessly in the rain for a couple of hours before my bearings finally kicked in and I figured out how and where to navigate in the city.
I was intrigued by an ancient cemetery so seriously laid on a hill and I headed in that direction. Just as I entered the cemetery a large tourgroup passed through so I moved aside to let them pass and stepped off of the trail and onto the soggy grass. Much to my astonishment I was standing between old gravestones from the 1700's. The tour group was moving slowly so I had time to fight with my damp map. I was looking down at the map when I realized I was leaning up against an old headstone with old-world character. Looking more closely at this old stone I couldn't believe what I was seeing, it was a PAGE headstone; an uncle of mine dating back 7 generations! Despite the rain, the wet feet, and the lack of direction there was no denying my satisfaction of the day.
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