Her birthday was earlier in January but I think when it is your 90th you have good reason to celebrate for the whole month!
We picked a neat restaurant that is in an old grocery store/railroad station/post office/telegraph office/trading post, circa 1894. When the post office closed, it was still the smallest post office in nation.
We sat in this corner, the post office corner. The only thing that has changed is a mural on the wall behind us depicting the postmaster. Grant, Florida was just a tiny settlement of fishermen and trappers and their families. Their mail went out from a bag hanging on a post that someone in the train reached out with a hook and grabbed as the train went by. It was quickly replaced it with a bag of incoming mail.
This photo is a painting from the restaurant as it was too dark to take a photo when we were there. It was fun and lived up to its slogan -- The Best Pig Roast on the East Coast.
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It was nice to have a small break from the news and concentrate on family for a few days. But it is impossible to ignore what is happening for long and impossible not to be affected with the sadness and fear.
The faces of the Syrian refugees on the news who have gone through so much to stand on the brink of immigration, now returned to limbo ... well, they are just heartbreaking.
It brings to mind this quote that hangs in our National Holocaust Museum: