We had a minor flood in our basement recently (thanks, automatic icemaker). While sorting through stuff to see what got wet, I found a group of postcards I collected on a family vacation in the early 1970s. My mom, my grandmother, my brother, and I went to visit family near Toronto and on the way made a stop in metro Detroit, including a day at the Henry Ford Museum and Greenfield Village. Evidently I had some mixed feelings about this outing, as evidenced by the comments I wrote on the cards.

Anyone for history? Nope. Hmm, not off to a promising start.

Rating? O.K. I wish I recalled what criteria I used to rate the Lincoln Death Chair.

I hate museums!! Wow, someone was cranky. I like museums now, but I get to pick which ones I go to and when.

This part of the museum was O.K. The decorative arts wing gets a nod of approval from our pre-teen critic. That makes sense; it’s one of my favorite parts of the museum even now.

One of the better stops. We bought Candy + towels in this store. Candy makes things better.

One of the best stops on the way to Canada. All’s well that ends well.

*****

On this date in 2010: Headache
2009: True Then, True Now
2008: Pastel Jungle Quilt
2007: Contented
2006: Mr. Toasty and One Glove, All Alone
2005: Winter Count—September
2004: Snow Day
2003: Rail Fence Baby Quilt
2002: Quilting Outside the Lines