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January 29, 2014  •  Leave a Comment

Another random tear -- January 17, 1995. I found notes from the plane ride home after our "honeymoon" trip to Exuma in the Bahamas. We were married in August of 1993 but it took 1 1/2 years to take a fun trip. My memories and our stories of that week focus on stolen diving gear, lost passports, bad weather, and a deserted and run down hotel. I was surprised to find journal notes full of love and bliss with hardly a mention of the challenges. It was another reminder that truth and reality are highly mutable and that the young are resilient.

The real gift, besides a reminder that the trip wasn't all gloom, was a short paragraph on the back page. Apparently (and I have little memory of this) we stopped off in Miami on the way back to Boston for a short visit with my grandmother. My notes reveal snippets of history: my Mayflower ancestor (Peregrine White from Wales) and my pacifist grandfather's opinions of war ("death, destruction, pointless"). 

This is one paragraph that stands in whole without redaction. 

 

 


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