We have graveyards that go back that far, on the east coast mostly, or at least, those around the earliest explored edges of the continent. New York City's Trinity Church has some early American history represented in those headstones. And when I lived in Kentucky, and drove around Kentucky and Tennessee, the eastern seaboard "logical extensions" (and in the earliest days, actual parts of those eastern states) we would find rural graveyards that oozed history. One, I think in Tomkinsville, TN, or a name like that, had Daniel Boone's sister's grave. Rural royalty, so to speak.

I put on one of my all-time favorite movies tonight, a madcap comedy from 1936, and worked on the mantle. My Man Godfrey with William Powell, Carole Lombard, and Eugene Palette. As I laughed along I took down the crystal and replaced it with baskets, on the mantle and the hearth. Looks very organic, textured, and colorful. (It would be nice to have a very old inglenook, but I'll make do with American Indian baskets on ugly limestone).

SRS