NOVERMBER 4, 2008 FALL COLORS AT FALLS MILL FALLS
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(43) NOVEMBER 4, 2008 - TUESDAY
THIS WAS A DELIGHTFUL TRIP WITH OUR GRAND-DAUGHTER! FALLS MILL FALLS IS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS. THE PEAK OF FALL IS COME. I CAN NOT REMEMBER SUCH A BEAUTIFUL FALL AS THIS YEAR, 2008. THE PICTURES WE TOOK JUST DO NOT DO JUSTICE TO WHAT WE SAW AND WITNESSED. THE PEOPLE AT THE MILL WERE VERY FRIENDLY AND GLADLY TOLD US IT'S HISTORY. THE GENTLEMAN RUNNING THE MILL EXPLAINED TO US WHAT WAS GOING ON AND WHAT THE MACHINERY WAS DOING. IT WAS FASCINATING! INSIDE THE MILL IS A MUSEUM WITH ALL KINDS OF THINGS FROM AN OLD PHONOGRAPH TO SOME OF THE FIRST WEAVING MACHINES. THE GROUNDS ALONG THE MILL WAS OUT OF THIS WORLD. PICNIC TABLES ALL AROUND. I COULD HAVE SPENT ALL DAY AROUND THE WATER. OUR GRAND-BABY WAS SO EXCITED FEEDING THE FISH AND SEEING THEM DASH TO BE THE FIRST TO GET THE BREAD BUT SHE WOULD NOT GIVE THE FISH ANY OF HER BREAD. SHE ATE ALL OF HER BREAD. WE BOUGHT HER A PRETTY LITTLE BRACELET THAT SHE PICKED OUT FOR HERSELF. THERE WAS AN OLD COVERED WAGON OUT THERE. OH, THE SOUNDS WE HEARD LIKE THE WATER WHEEL; THE BABBLING OF THE BROOK; THE BIRDS, THE LEAVES FALLING; AN OCCASIONAL FISH JUMPING UP. IT WAS SO WONDERFUL. I COULD NOT HELP BUT WONDER IF INDIANS ONCE LIVED OR TRAVELED THROUGH THERE. WE WILL BE GOING BACK AND I WILL BE PACKING A PICNIC LUNCH OR MAYBE WE WILL JUST STAY AT THE BED AND BREAKFAST ON THE GROUNDS. THANK YOU FATHER FOR THIS DELIGHTFUL TRIP!
THIS WAS A DELIGHTFUL TRIP WITH OUR GRAND-DAUGHTER! FALLS MILL FALLS IS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS. THE PEAK OF FALL IS COME. I CAN NOT REMEMBER SUCH A BEAUTIFUL FALL AS THIS YEAR, 2008. THE PICTURES WE TOOK JUST DO NOT DO JUSTICE TO WHAT WE SAW AND WITNESSED. THE PEOPLE AT THE MILL WERE VERY FRIENDLY AND GLADLY TOLD US IT'S HISTORY. THE GENTLEMAN RUNNING THE MILL EXPLAINED TO US WHAT WAS GOING ON AND WHAT THE MACHINERY WAS DOING. IT WAS FASCINATING! INSIDE THE MILL IS A MUSEUM WITH ALL KINDS OF THINGS FROM AN OLD PHONOGRAPH TO SOME OF THE FIRST WEAVING MACHINES. THE GROUNDS ALONG THE MILL WAS OUT OF THIS WORLD. PICNIC TABLES ALL AROUND. I COULD HAVE SPENT ALL DAY AROUND THE WATER. OUR GRAND-BABY WAS SO EXCITED FEEDING THE FISH AND SEEING THEM DASH TO BE THE FIRST TO GET THE BREAD BUT SHE WOULD NOT GIVE THE FISH ANY OF HER BREAD. SHE ATE ALL OF HER BREAD. WE BOUGHT HER A PRETTY LITTLE BRACELET THAT SHE PICKED OUT FOR HERSELF. THERE WAS AN OLD COVERED WAGON OUT THERE. OH, THE SOUNDS WE HEARD LIKE THE WATER WHEEL; THE BABBLING OF THE BROOK; THE BIRDS, THE LEAVES FALLING; AN OCCASIONAL FISH JUMPING UP. IT WAS SO WONDERFUL. I COULD NOT HELP BUT WONDER IF INDIANS ONCE LIVED OR TRAVELED THROUGH THERE. WE WILL BE GOING BACK AND I WILL BE PACKING A PICNIC LUNCH OR MAYBE WE WILL JUST STAY AT THE BED AND BREAKFAST ON THE GROUNDS. THANK YOU FATHER FOR THIS DELIGHTFUL TRIP!

