In Which we Travel to Wellesley

We returned from our trip to The Far East (United States) very late Saturday night.  The purpose of our trip was to see our Wellesley girl graduate, and also to see our Cornell boy in his natural habitat.  Both goals were achieved.

We flew into Boston, rented a car, and drove through Massachusetts and New York, staying in Bed and Breakfasts along the way and avoiding the interstate highways as much as possible.  The weather was beautiful.  It was a lovely trip, and impossible to show you everything, but here are some highlights.

First, in Mariaville, NY, we hiked out to a place where beavers had built a magnificent dam.  The water was at least five feet above ground level, but we saw no beavers.

On our way back, we encountered a family of geese, who promptly scuttled into the water and swam away.


We arrived in Ithaca later that day, finding Randy handsome and healthy, having just completed his first year of graduate school in public administration at Cornell.  Here he is on the balcony of one of the buildings at that university, where we took a walking tour of the campus.

Cornell is one of the so-called Ivy League schools (this term, I found out, originated not from ivy-covered halls, but from the fact that there were originally four schools in the group, which were known as “The Big IV”.  Someone started saying “I-V” instead of “Four” and thus began the nomenclature).  However, there are parts of it that are also part of the New York public university system, and one of these parts is the college of agriculture.  Because of this, there is a dairy at Cornell, and a dairy bar at which their products are sold.  Randy tells me that the ice cream cannot be sold off campus because it is too high in fat. 

Well, it was very, very hot that day, and who could blame us if we wanted to partake of this high-fat Cornell ice cream?  We sidled up to the bar and ordered a double scoop in a waffle cone.   I had no idea the scoops would be so huge, but I prevailed, eating every last bite.

On our way back to Boston, we passed deliberately through Northamptom, home of Webs, which you all know as “America’s Yarn Store”.  I had prepared to spend a few hours there, but once I arrived I found that the yarn, though plentiful and nice, was not unique.  I bought some Kauni and a circular needle holder, and went on my way.

Back in Wellesley, we walked around that campus for a while, guided by our graduate.  She and Brian debated for a little while as to whether the sun dial was accurate (it was).  I was struck by this image of father and daughter on either side of a device that measured time.  I think it will not be that long before she is on one side of the dial and her daughter on the other.  Time flies so quickly.

We took advantage of an extra day to drive down to Plymouth to see the Mayflower II, Plymouth Rock, and the Plimouth Plantation.  Neither of us really knew what to expect of the rock, but it turned out to be quite ordinary, even plain.  We did manage to capture our lad’s silhouette on its face.

Across the way we stopped at a hot dog stand so that others (not me, after the Cornell Dairy Experience!!) could get ice cream.  I was astounded at the choice of condiments.

Our final farewell to Boston was celebrated near the Commons at the Parish Cafe, where I had the most unusual sandwich ever:  The Schlesinger.  Montery Jack cheese was melted atop warm banana bread,  topped with thinly sliced ham and served with mango chutney and pickled ginger slaw.  It was delicious.

We are glad to be back home.  One graduation down, two more to go this year!

4 thoughts on “In Which we Travel to Wellesley

  1. Lovely Sheila. You must be very proud of your family–and so you should be. Um, that ice cream looks mighty good. Wonder if I have any in the freezer. Must look. . . . .

  2. What an amazing trip with sights to see, so “well told” in your entry. And things I’ve never seen with my own eyes, but now I feel I was there also!

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