She cried

Paula Raffone Pucciarelli's photo.

I wonder what she thought
As she stood there, strong and tall.
She couldn’t turn away,
She was forced to watch it all.

Did she long to offer comfort
As her country bled?
With her arm forever frozen
High above her head.

She could not shield her eyes
She could not hide her face
She just stared across the water
Keeping Freedom’s place.

The smell of smoke and terror
Somehow reduced her size
So small within the harbor
But still we recognized…

How dignified and beautiful
On a day so many died
I wonder what she thought,
And I know she must have cried.

Long Island Beach Birds

I had my annual visit to NY to see my kids and friends.  Took a day to myself and walked to the end of Robert Moses State Park,  aka Fire Island.  When we were kids we called it democrat point, not sure where the name came from or if it is still referred to as that, but while it has changed a bit it is still beautiful.  It is the point of Fire Island where the inlet lets the ocean into the Great South Bay, it can be a bit tumultuous or it can be calm, all depends on Mother Natures mood… LOL

The morning that I walked was calm and beautiful, the tide was going out and the terns were in the hundreds.  I sat for over an hour and watched in amazement as the parents flew out to the inlet get fish, flew back and somehow figured out which of the 100+ squawking young terns are theirs…I guess they each have their own individual sound.

Here is a parent bringing breakfast to a young one.tern

The tide was going out so I was able to walk pretty far out onto the sandbar.  American Oyster Catcher and Semipalmated Sandpiper were getting their own breakfast in the calm waters.

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Who Knew

A photography friend of mine bought a bike…and decided to take a “ride” to visit his brother….in CA.  He’d told me about it and I’ve seen a few facebook photos, but figured he’d eventually post some photos on his Flickr account.  ANYWAY, randomly came upon his adventure on a blog.  He never bothered to share that he’d set up a blog.  LOL   So for those of you adventurous ones, those bikers, and anyone else that follows me, check this out, it’s entertaining and some fine photos!!


Portsmouth Harbor Lighthouse

The only lighthouse on the mainland of New Hampshire, Portsmouth Harbor Light (also known as Fort Point Light, New Castle Light, and Fort Constitution Light) was constructed in 1877 on the grounds of Fort Constitution, a Revolutionary War fortification.

Location: USCG Station Portsmouth Harbor, New Castle, NH
Hours: The lighthouse can be seen from Fort Constitution State Historic Site. However, the area immediately around it is NOT accessible to the public except during open houses. See the Friends of Portsmouth Harbor Light web site for schedule.
Web site: Friends of Portsmouth Harbor Light


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I just love the history in New England.  This plaque commemorates the first victory of the revolutionary war in 1774! The lighthouse was not built until 1877, but this harbor was part of the revolutionary war.


At the town’s incorporation in 1653, it was named Portsmouth in honor of the colony’s founder, John Mason. He had been captain of the port of Portsmouth, England, in the county of Hampshire, for which New Hampshire is named. In 1679, Portsmouth became not only the colonial capital, but also a refuge for exiles from Puritan Massachusetts

When Queen Anne’s War ended in 1712, the town was selected by Governor Joseph Dudley to host negotiations for the 1713 Treaty of Portsmouth, which temporarily ended hostilities between the Abenaki Indians and English settlements of the Province of Massachusetts Bay and New Hampshire

In 1774, in the lead-up to the Revolution, Paul Revere rode to Portsmouth warning that the British were coming, with warships to subdue the port. Although the harbor was protected by Fort William and Mary, the rebel government moved the capital inland to Exeter, safe from the Royal Navy. The Navy bombarded Falmouth (now Portland, Maine) on October 18, 1775. African Americans helped defend Portsmouth and New England during the war. In 1779, 19 slaves from Portsmouth wrote a petition to the state legislature and asked that it abolish slavery, in recognition of their war contributions and in keeping with the principles of the Revolution.[5] Their petition was not answered then, but New Hampshire later ended slavery.

Thomas Jefferson‘s 1807 embargo against trade with Britain withered New England’s trade with Canada, and a number of local fortunes were lost. Others were gained by men who acted as privateers during the War of 1812. In 1849, Portsmouth was incorporated as a city.[4]

Once one of the nation’s busiest ports and shipbuilding cities, Portsmouth expressed its wealth in fine architecture. It contains significant examples of Colonial, Georgian, and Federal style houses, a selection of which are now museums. Portsmouth’s heart contains stately brick Federalist stores and townhouses, built all-of-a-piece after devastating early 19th-century fires. The worst was in 1813 when 244 buildings burned.[4] A fire district was created that required all new buildings within its boundaries to be built of brick with slate roofs; this created the downtown’s distinctive appearance. The city was also noted for the production of boldly wood-veneered Federalist furniture, particularly by the master cabinet maker Langley Boardman.

The Industrial Revolution spurred economic growth in New Hampshire mill towns such as Dover, Keene, Laconia, Manchester, Nashua and Rochester, where rivers provided water power for the mills. It shifted growth to the new mill towns. The port of Portsmouth declined, but the city survived through Victorian-era doldrums, a time described in the works of native son Thomas Bailey Aldrich, particularly in his 1869 novel The Story of a Bad Boy.

In the 20th century, the city founded a Historic District Commission, which has worked to protect much of the city’s irreplaceable architectural legacy. The compact and walkable downtown on the waterfront draws tourists and artists, who each summer throng the cafes, restaurants and shops around Market Square. In 2008, Portsmouth was named one of the “Dozen Distinctive Destinations” by the National Trust for Historic Preservation.[7]

Portsmouth shipbuilding history has had a long symbiotic relationship with Kittery, Maine, across the Piscataqua River. In 1781-1782, the naval hero John Paul Jones lived in Portsmouth while supervising construction of his ship Ranger, which was built on nearby Badger’s Island in Kittery. During that time, he boarded at the Captain Gregory Purcell house, which now bears Jones’ name, as it is the only surviving property in the United States associated with him. Built by the master housewright Hopestill Cheswell, an African American,[8] it has been designated as a National Historic Landmark. It now serves as the Portsmouth Historical Society Museum.

The Portsmouth Naval Shipyard, established in 1800 as the first federal navy yard, is located on Seavey’s Island in Kittery, Maine.[9] The base is famous for being the site of the 1905 signing of the Treaty of Portsmouth [10] which ended the Russo-Japanese War. Though US President Theodore Roosevelt orchestrated the peace conference that brought Russian and Japanese plenipotentiaries to Portsmouth and the Shipyard, he never came to Portsmouth, relying on the Navy and people of New Hampshire as the hosts. Roosevelt won the 1906 Nobel Peace Prize for his diplomacy in bringing about an end to the War.


 US Coast Guard Station in Portsmouth

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Furry Friends

Walking the trails at Odiorne State Park there are plenty of birds and ducks and gulls….also lots of furry friends.  This Woodchuck had absolutely no fear of me, in fact he was walking along with me for a little bit, guess he figured he’d get some food.


Plenty of the little chipmunks as well scurrying around

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The Bench


I visited the coastline of New Hampshire over the weekend to attend my cousins wedding.  I’ve never been, actually never knew, that New Hampshire touched the Atlantic Ocean…What a beautiful area.  More photos to come, but this one is for Carol and Jude.  As I was walking along the path in Odiorne State Park this bench welcomes a rest overlooking the ocean. It was placed in memory of John Nelson and the inscription read “To laugh often and love much, to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children, to find the best in others and to give of oneself, to leave the world a bit better…this is to have succeeded” Emerson.  I know you have a bench thing going, but I don’t get the pingbacks and attaching etc. so I’ll just post it here and do my own dedication to you two.  I so enjoy your blogs!


The Ocean

I grew up on the ocean, after high school I moved further inland but still went down to the ocean when I could, when my kids came along I would take them to the beach spring, summer, fall and winter, each season has it’s own personality.  There is something so calming about sitting by the sound of that roar, watching the waves hit the shore and then recede.  I’ve ridden on top of it, swam in it, lost a good friend to it, and miss it terribly…there is nothing like it.