So, where was Cookie last week?
On another madcap caprice - this time to Bainbridge Island, and Seattle, Washington.
Having never been there, I wasn't sure what to expect. Growing up it was "Here Come the Brides", then it became "Sleepless in Seattle" and then it morphed into Seattle and then simply "Grunge".
I can tell you this - the second best part of the trip was hanging out in the Delta Sky Lounge's in Detroit, Seattle and Minneapolis/St. Paul before and in between flights.
The best part? Family.
The purpose of the trip was to go and meet the grandchildren of my first cousin, three times removed, the great Banker. Bo and Peep and Peep's husband, Bob. We'd never met, but they said - come for a visit, we have some stuff for you. So we went. We scheduled a couple days with them, and then a couple days in Seattle.
From the airport, its about two hours by car, via Tacoma. Otherwise, you take the ferry, which takes about half hour of travel but on a Friday afternoon, about an hour and a half to line up and wait for a ship that will carry your car.
My first impression of Bainbridge Island was that its a wee bit like Cabot Cove, without Jessica Fletcher, and without the highest murder rate in the state. Charming, woody, lodgelike, with scrumptious views of boats and Puget Sound. I loved it.
It isn't often that you get so amazingly lucky as we did. Sometimes in genealogy trips, you end up with American Gothic where the conversations are nothing more than "Ay-up" and "Don't see what you find in all of this."
But this trip - we had a totally wonderful experience!
All three were delightful, wonderful people. Generous to a fault. And they had a puppy. Peep and Bob had a house and Bo decided to retire, they invited her along. So she built a lovely cabin on their land. We were given a guest house room.
We ate, we laughed and I learned a great deal about their mother, who was - in her own right - an amazing person of kindness and accomplishment.
On the second day they invited us to the basement of Bo's house where boxes and boxes of family "stuff" were located. I found pictures of my 4th great grandparents I never dreamed existed. Every box yielded something amazing - jaw dropping - in fact.
And they were never once they types to say "Mine, Mine Mine!" It was always there to share. And my heart was filled - and long time readers know that this is an uncommon thing for Cookie to admit - with pure love and joy that cannot be built into words.
I opened one box and I was stunned silent. Marriage licenses for ancestors from the 1820s and the 1830s. I looked up and Bob said "Something good?" My husband replied "He's either having a stroke or so overwhelmed that there are no words to express how excited he is."
And that was the truth.
We had originally planned to leave on Sunday, but spent an extra night cleaning up for them when they were at a charity event. Monday morning was spent packing up boxes that were shipping home to us filled with pictures from the 1850s to the 1940s. We were simply dumbstruck at their kindness!
To say I was exhausted at that point was an understatement.
But we said our goodbyes and headed to the ferry where the car and the of us were taken back into Seattle for two nights.
More on that in the next post.