We crossed the Connecticut River into a series of historic small towns to reach Ivoryton, home of my partner’s family. The town name came from the major industry in the area, a factory that imported and made ivory piano keys. Alas, plastic took over, but the crumbling factory is still standing.
I may not have explained that my partner, Jim Jaillet, has lived full time in his RV for 15 years and seeing his son’s name on a mailbox, gave him an emotional tug.
A quick hug with son Jim before he went off to coach little league.
Crowding two grand daughters, Jaimie and Joceylyn, and mom, Wendy into the motor home after school proved to be a lot of fun. Nine year old Jaimie tried on gobs of beads we brought with us from Mardi Gras last February. Joceylyn, at age 15, likes poetry and math. A rare young person who KNOWS that she wants to be a teacher some day.
Jim has met my family and its nice to finally meet his family. We’ll have time to get to know each other over the next week. Its already evident we’ll be having a good time.