Ten Places in My Heart

 Here are some random pictures from my files. Some bring a tinge of sadness, some of joy, all of memories stored in my heart.

This is a castle near the German village that I was born in. Every time that we

went to visit my Oma we would pass this view and knew that we were almost home.

When my daughter and I went to Washington DC our very first stop was Arlington Cemetery. We walked to JFK's eternal flame, walked all the way to the top and toured Robert E. Lee's "Arlington House", which he lost during the Civil War and whose heirs were involved in a lawsuit to reclaim after the war; We watched the changing of the guard in awe and silence.

And we walked among the graves; the sky was a perfect blue above the thousands of white crosses.

There is a little cove in the Great Smoky Mountains, Cades Cove, where my spirit comes alive in the untouched landscape of hundreds of years ago.

A fountain in Savannah, Georgia, a beautiful and historic city divided into

squares with gorgeous homes and Southern gentility. We came here on a trip to visit some old friends. I would like to go back someday.

This is a picture of the government housing, or "quarters" that we lived in while stationed in Germany in the 1960's and 1970's. Some of my fondest memories are from my 'Army brat' days, and later, Army wife.

London was my favorite city. I think I was British in my previous life:) We spent four days in London, took a side trip to Windsor Castle, rode on the Underground, and went to see three plays while we were there.

The Mississippi River, picture taken in Hannibal, Missouri. 

My sister and her husband lived here briefly and showed me around (Mark Twain)

Samuel Clemen's hometown. I fell in love with the little river town and was pleased

 to see my niece graduate from high school.

The lighthouse in Biloxi, Mississippi. My husband's family lived on the Gulf Coast and for many years we made regular trips to the coast and rented a condo on the oceanside. Sweet memories of my husband and mother-in-law.

Paris in 1978, my husband and me.

My sweet mother, taken in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, on a trip to the mountains when

she was undergoing cancer treatment. We lost her seven months later.