Lyndonville Heifers

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Scenes from a Summer’s Hike in Lyndonville

The sign showing the beginning of the trail behind Lyndon Institute

The pond at the beginning of the hike

An invasive snail in the pond

Invasive Purple Loosestrife (Lythrum salicaria)

A pond scene

White water lily

Spotted Joe-Pye Weed (Eutrochium maculatum)

White Cohosh (Actaea alba)

A squirrel or chipmunk midden

Indian Pipe (Monotropa uniflora)

Another midden

Squirrels and/or chipmunks vertically potted dozens of pine cones along the trail and in the woods.

A third midden

Marsh Bellflower (Campanula aparinoides) (Campanula uliginosa)

A view of Burke Mountain

Trail sign in fern forest

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My Class at Lyndon Institute

Last week I took a three day graduate class — "Teaching Mathematics to Students with ADD/ADHD and LD." It was at Lyndon Institute (LI) in Lyndon Center, Vermont. What follows are some photos that I took of the views and area around the campus.

It has been raining daily for weeks (roads out, roads washed away, crops ruined, cats going nuts inside) and below you can see a rainstorm going over Burke Mountain in Burke. This photo is the view from LI.

Burke Mountain — the mountain barely visible on the left in the back.
There is a road through the cemetery (foreground) that is named the Heaven Road.
It was raining when I drove by or I would have taken a photo of the sign.

Lyndon Institute Alumni Museum and Alumni Center at Thompson Cottage 2006.

Dedicated to the memory of Norma Gordon Austin '40 for her faithfulness.

Darling Campus

Dedicated in honor of the significant contributions, lifetime service and generosity of the Darling Family throughout the history of Lyndon Institute.

October 31, 1992

Another view from the front lawn of LI. The church is
the Free Baptist Church of Lyndon Center.

I would love to read a summer novel in these chairs on the front lawn of the school.

The view of Burke Mountain on the third day.

ELIZABETH ROWELL THOMPSON

Born in Lyndon, Vermont, in a log house, February 21, 1821.

Daughter of Samuel Rowell, a farmer, and Mary Atwood, being one of twelve children and brought up under hardships and privations, Elizabeth had little schooling. At age nine she went out to work as a domestic servant at twenty-five cents a week.

Elizabeth Rowell was both beautiful and kind. At age twenty-two she met and married Thomas Thompson of Boston, Massachusetts, a wealthy graduate of Harvard College and collector of valuable fine arts. Together they did much to alleviate the sources of human misery for others.

After Mr. Thompson's death she was interested in and gave to find the causes of yellow fever, provide business pursuits for the heads of families, improve medical and scientific research, help child widows in India, and improve and establish the right relations between capital and labor.

She founded the town of Longmont, Kansas in the Rocky Mountains [see note below] and gave to Congress Carpenter's painting of the signing of the Emancipation Proclamation by Lincoln in the presence of his cabinet.

She would have been a remarkable woman at any time but was one of the great women of her time.

Died in Littleton, New Hampshire, July 20, 1899.

NOTE: Elizabeth did not found a town in Kansas, but in Colorado.

Everyday I went over Miller's Run Bridge (built 1878, restored 1995) from VT Rte 122 to the school.

My Flickr Lyndon Vermont set.
Lyndon Institute on Wikipedia.

Technorati Tags: Lyndon Institute, Lyndon Center, Lyndonville, Vermont, Burke Mountain, Elizabeth Rowell Thompson, Darling Family, Miller's Run Bridge
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Kham's Thai Cuisine

Amy took me to my first Thai restaurant yesterday in St. Jay. It was OK. The best part was being with Amy. I can survive without Thai food. It seemed to be fancy Chinese food to me. With pineapple, salt and peanuts. I just don't understand the fascination with it. The Ethiopian food when we were in Washington I can also live without. Now Indian food I am willing to explore. I had some last summer that was terrific.

Next weekend the Freight House Restaurant in Lyndonville (already the site of one date I thought was wonderful but wasn't!) is having a St. Patrick's Day dinner from 11am-8pm. I wonder if I can find a date to go. Dating is not all that fun. I don't like being lied to. That seems to be the big problem: lying and misrepresentation. Since I began my quest last year for a lifelong love, I have been lied to and promised things by EVERY man. What's up with the truth anymore? Truth doesn't scare me. Lies scare the shit out of me.

Otherwise the weekend is lousy. It is in the thirties today but it is cloudy and damp so I cannot open up the porches to the sun. The snow is still too deep to go out in it. It may as well be below zero again.

I got a sauce recipe out of Andrew. I hope it is good because I am desperate for real spaghetti. Not Vermont style! I can order the tomatoes online (click the link to the recipe on Andrew's name. At the recipe, click the Marzano graphic at the top of the post for the importer). And tomorrow I can go back to work and be useful again.

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