Ted & Jody on the airplane flying to Boston

I don’t mean to knock Santa Cruz; it’s a lovely wonderful place and it is home… but in my heart and memory —and I feel it in my bones— New England is home home, my roots.

Jody and I flew a red eye to Boston, arriving 7:30 am. Got the rental car (Ford C-Max hybrid) and meandered north, visiting Salem and Danvers for some “witch history” since Rebecca Towne Nurse and Mary Towne Esty —2 of the women hanged— were my aunts… I’d been to Salem a few times before, but never to the Rebecca Nurse Homestead, a few miles away in Danvers, MA.

Rebecca Towne Nurse Homestead, the house from across the alfalfa field	Rebecca Towne Nurse Homestead, the house
Rebecca Towne Nurse Homestead, the cooking fireplace on 1st floor of the house	Rebecca Towne Nurse Homestead, the fireplace in the 2nd floor bedroom
Rebecca Towne Nurse Homestead, the original windows were probably built from glass and lead brought from England and in this style with diamond-shaped panes.	Rebecca Towne Nurse Homestead, a shelf in kitchen showing typical ceramic and metal articles.
This model of the Rebecca Towne Nurse Homestead shows the various parts of the house that were added on over several centuries, to the original 1630s home.	Rebecca (Towne) Nurse Homestead, Danvers, MA

Jody loves these New England “Thickly Settled” signs

This bookstore was just amazing, with its 8′ tall stacks of books

Love it! Gotta love the Unitarian perspective.

1629!

Lobster Dinner 7/5/13