Glory and I left Massachusetts and headed to Hartford, CT. It seemed like a nice place to stop for the evening. I noticed on the map, in microscopic print, the words: The Mark Twain House. So after finding a hotel we determined to visit the home of Samuel Clemens (his real name) in the morning. Sam's (as the tour guide referred to him) had a very swanky house. It was fitted with the most modern conveniences: electricity, indoor plumbing, a telephone, wall to wall carpet. Glory got reprimanded for touching the piano. She toured the rest of the house with her hands clasped behind her back. I had an uncontrollable urge to plop down in a chair.
2 comments:
I LOVE the porch on the home in this section!
thanks for your post.
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