I’ve written many posts about granddaughters Joy, the cow girl, and Rita, the new mom. However, I have two other granddaughters, and one of them, Hannah, is driving here from Mary Washington University after her class Monday night.
Hannah the oldest, is finishing a graduate degree in art education. Second oldest granddaughter Amelia, left teaching high school environmental science, and is working elsewhere for a while.
Hannah’s visit will be a treat, for many reasons. Firstly, I haven’t seen her in a while because she’s awfully busy with her own life. Secondly, when she visits, we generally make a trip downtown to one of the art museums. I will report back later in the week and let you know where we went. At present, I am thinking the Smithsonian’s National Gallery.
The May I turned 50, and David, Hannah, Amelia and I rode Amtrak to NYC for a long weekend. For several decades, I made the trip no less than once a month. David traveled with me sometimes, but the girls, ages 12 and 14 had never been to NYC so this trip was special.
At my request, we spent my birthday at the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens where the Bluebells were in bloom. I had seen blooming Bluebell woods before, most memorably one spring in the American Cemetery near Cambridge England. For me, there is no other flower so spectacular as Bluebells in spring.
The rest of our visit involved the Empire State Building and a Spiderman movie on a huge screen (perfect after a day traveling around NYC).
We rode the subway everywhere, noting the Art Deco mosaic mural station walls. We visited the MOMA, the Frick, Central Park, and many other sites as well. I had found a family run small hotel just off Central Park, where we stayed. We had a grand time.
As we traveled home on Amtrak, I asked the girls, what they had enjoyed most. “The Subway” said Amelia.