We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
It's tough to visit Woodstock, VT without focusing on the Federal and neo-Colonial architecture. I will post much of that on later posts, when I can get my act together.
Photo below was the view from the Simon Pearce Restaurant in Quechee (yes, most of the group went downstairs to watch the glass-blowing) on Friday night's dinner). This sight felt like symbolism for the wedding:
More random photos below the fold -
The four (or five?) star Simon Pearce Restaurant in Quechee, next to Woodstock. I had the Horseradish-crusted Blue Cod. Dynamite.
The wonderful group which gave us old jazz standards during the rehearsal dinner and cocktail hour:
The interior of St. James at the end of the Woodstock Green:
Admittedly, sometimes the village can feel like Disney Vermont. The Middle Bridge right off the town green:
The entrance to the very comfortable but far from rustic (outdoor and indoor pool, ten tennis courts, spa, golf course, hiking trails, nice pub, dining rooms, etc) Woodstock Inn where most of our gang stayed. Laurence Rockefeller, who had a generous hand behind the preservation of Woodstock, built this place as part of his RockResorts business.
My grandfather, John Lofquist, was a glassblower. Around 1906 he blew the largest bowl in the world. That piece is in the Museum of Natural History in NYC. There are two of his pieces in the Corning Museum of Glass. I have heard, not able to confirm, that Harvard University has small number of paperweights, the large ovoid type, he made. We have one of his paperweights in our family. In the center is a strawberry vine with four small strawberries. They look as if you could crack it open and eat them. Nobody has figured out he did it.
Well, during Woodstock I was between tours in Vietnam ('67-68, '70-71); Although it looked like it was a lot of fun, what with all the sex and drugs and rock & roll and all, but viewing it from a distance while I can see it was a lot of fun, for many folks, but I'm not sure it is something we (us old folks, now) should be proud of.
It's kinda like being proud of having a dose of the clap. Yes, it may have been fun getting there, but it's nothing to be proud of and it's still a dose of the clap.