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Fall Foliage and Family Fun

After Mass with our new priest from East Africa (I think I am really gonna like him!), and a quick stop at a quick-food joint (my kids could not believe we stopped there), we drove the short distance to Colonial Williamsburg to spend the day honoring all Veterans.


What do they see? Why is Anna pulling Jack's shirt protectively?

It is a bull with some of the most impressive horns I have ever seen.

Of course I had to show you the chickens. I love chickens!

The man they are listening to was one of my favorites of the day. He got you thinking and guessing about how the farm operated.




He has found his hands and loves to chew on his fist. He was a perfect angel yesterday.

The tobacco leaves smelled so good! The man was showing us how they dried it and the smell was earthy and delicious. All that wood you see are shingles they use on the buildings there.

Anna took this one. I need to show her how to focus and zoom in on your subject.




I could look at the trees all day they are just so beautiful.



I made that sweater for her a couple of years ago. Look how short the sleeves are!

The best seat in the house.

My kids touch everything! They had to try out every gadget they found.

She kept picking up leaves and holding them in her teeth like a long-stemmed rose.

The parade for the Veterans was led by the fife and drum corps. All the Veterans walked behind them. The crowd of onlookers cheered and cheered.


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  1. KarenNovember 12, 2012 at 11:15 AM

    beautiful fall...my favorite time of year. your pictures are lovely. everyone looks like they are having a grand old time.

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