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    "Home again, home again, jiggety jig..."

    Thank you, Katee, Ben, and Emmie for great articles and for filling in while I was away.  You are talented writers and we enjoyed your work!  Thank you, niece Annika, for looking after our home and varmints, watering the gardens, and leaving all the wonderful surprises around the place! 

    What a wonderful trip!  A very Happy Anniversary it was.  This was actually our second celebration of 30 wedded years.  You may remember that our children took us out for a lovely dinner while they were with us in May (click on the link for my original article).  So, this was like icing on the cake; and a very yummy cake it was.

    We took a road trip, south through Arkansas, stopping for two nights in Hot Springs.  A lovely Victorian Bed & Breakfast was our home, not far from Bathhouse Row.  The home was built in 1905, beautifully appointed with Victorian-era furnishings, and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.  Our hosts were friendly and accommodating - we enjoyed two fine breakfasts in their neat dining room.  Hot Springs is full of beautiful buildings, rich history, and, of course, hot springs.  Thermal mineral springs, to be exact.  We treated ourselves to a spa day at one of the historic bathhouses, the Quapaw.  Our time there included a relaxing soak in a thermal mineral bath, and a long, luxurious massage.  Touring, on foot and by car, eating delicious food, and drinking all the free mineral water we could guzzle were highlights.  Hot Springs has fountains and water stations throughout the historic district - we even filled several glass containers to see us through the rest of our trip.  One of our last stops was the Mountain Valley store and museum for several cases of Arkansas’ premier spring water.  (I’m really not being paid for this endorsement…we just loved Hot Springs!)

    Meandering over country roads, we reached our next destination in east Texas.  Jefferson, Texas is a historic port town, and where my husband’s ancestors gained access to the interior of Texas.  They traveled the same bayou we toured, on a riverboat, coming down the Mississippi River from Illinois.  Not many of the same buildings are still standing, as fire, floods, and destruction of the wharf took their toll.  Established in the early 1800’s, Jefferson was the second largest port in Texas, after Galveston.  In its heyday, it was a thriving place, rich, with an international citizenry.  The history of the area is interesting and we really enjoyed our time there.  Staying two nights in another historic Bed & Breakfast Inn was restful and fun.  Our Jefferson hosts were hospitable, and their home was lovely.  We had a big room, downstairs, ate gourmet breakfasts, and spent a few morning hours in their sweet gazebo.

    It was hot, oh, so hot.  No rain along the way except the occasional drop or two.  The clouds were beautiful, lots of fluffy nimbus and cumulonimbus.  They just never bunched up, electrified themselves, and produced rain.  The heat didn’t stop us, though.  We walked, read historical markers, boated, shopped, and toured until we couldn’t stand it any longer.  Then, the air conditioning made us even more thankful for modern conveniences!

    I love my husband - thank you, GB, for a grand adventure!

    ** By the way, the above title is from a Mother Goose Nursery rhyme, and daddy always used this line whenever we arrived home after being gone a while.  Here is the rhyme in its entirety:

    To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
    Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
    To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
    Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
    To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
    Home again, home again, market is done.