Just a few notes and photos to follow-up to what I forgot to write yesterday.
On Sunday Ian and I went with our visitors to Fremont Market. A very popular Sunday Street Market here in Seattle. We had an enjoyable lunch in the Greek Restaurant – Costas- on the corner there near the Market and then went wandering. We found lots of enticing items as we wandered along and also enjoyed just people and dog watching. We wandered down the street, then back up. Kaysea’s husband Gordon had found someone he wanted Kaysea to meet. The seller at the Maple Syrup stand. Kaysea and I had earlier passed him by, agreeing that much as we liked to consider ourselves as New Englanders, we found maple syrup a bit too sweet. Gordon, though, had chatted with the seller and found that he was from Vermont and that his grandfather had been a professor at Middlebury College there in Middlebury Vermont. Well, Kaysea was Class of 63 and I was Class of 58. The grandfather in question was Tom Reynolds, a very popular professor of American History. I had read in the College Magazine that Professor Reynolds had recently passed away, in his 90s. He could well be the the last of the professors who were there in my years, 1954-58. I have a strong image of him as he was as a young man. His courses were very popular. It seemed so strange to meet his grandson and hear my former college professor referred to affectionately as grandpa. His grandson is sort of following in his footsteps – he is studying for a PhD in public administration here at the University of Washington. The maple syrup that he is selling there in Fremont Market is from the family farm located in the far northeastern corner of northern Vermont. The grandson, Trask, explained that Professor Reynolds bought that farm after he was discharged from the army after the 2nd World War. It was wonderful talking with Trask – what a nice connection to the past to make there in Fremont Market.
The other item I forgot to write about yesterday was the person to my left at the dinner table on Saturday night. It turned out that he, Jeff, had been in Bhutan recently. Not only that, but in addition to his work with the Snow Leopard Trust, he runs a travel business which includes tours to Bhutan. I asked him if he took the over 70’s – his reply was of course. Hmm. I wonder if we would want to return.
Now for a few photos, some which I happen to have found this morning:
1987, Christmas time outside our house in Thimphu, a gathering of family and friends
Thimphu Market, cloth for sale
and cloth for sale in a shop in Thimphu
spindle spinning, Thimphu, Bhutan
preparing a warp, Thimphu, Bhutan
Street muscians and passersby in Fremont Market, Seattle, October 2010