This weekend we take a pilgrimage. My husband, Jane, and I head up to Seneca Falls to visit the site of the first Women’s Rights Convention in 1848, along with Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony’s homes and a few other sites. I am very excited and we have some books out of the library to brush Jane up on terms like abolitionism, suffrage, property rights, Quakers etc. (I have to say that I was a proud mother when she recognized a picture of Angelina Grimke in a library book.)
I was raised as an educational/historical vacationer and it is always intriguing to walk in the lives and homes of our predecessors. It seems to fill you with the spirits of the people who were there when you can walk in a space that was theirs. As much as I have enjoyed various battle fields and historical citys/villages/farms, I am really looking forward to experiencing a cause so personal and people whose lives I know so well.
