After graduation we went to the Naval Air Museum at Pensacola. We saw the Imax film on Hurricane Katrina and toured the museum. Then we headed back to the Carpenters for another supper and night in their home.
On Thursday morning we headed north toward Kentucky where we had made plans to visit Paul and Elizabeth Brubaker. They live at Scottsville, a little south of Bowling Green. We got there about 4:30 Central time, but since they do not observe DST it was only 3:30 to them. Elizabeth is one of my mother's cousins. They are a very conservative branch of Old Order Mennonites. All of their work is done by hand or horsepower; no engines of any kind. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway) they have no electric or telephones either. Elizabeth cooked a delicious supper for us on her wood burning stove. The meal began with homemade bread and homemade butter and ended with tapioca pudding and jell-o. We visted the Brubakers before and I knew what to expect, but after the elegant ceremonies the day before the abrupt change was almost culture shock. Elizabeth had told her four married children that live nearby and other people in their church that we were coming. The first visitors arrived about an hour after we did. There was a steady stream of visitors the rest of the afternoon and evening. It was very interesting but I'm sure I will not remember all of the names and faces. Paul and Elizabeth have eleven married children living in Kentucky, Missouri, and Belize. At the moment they have 99 grandchildren but they will soon top 100. This is Elizabeth's kitchen.
We realized we need to get an early start on Friday morning, May 11, because we had a 12-hour drive home and would lose two hours to boot. It was a little after 7 a.m. when we left the Brubakers, but that was actually 8 according to DST. And we lost another hour when we returned to the Eastern time zone. It was a long haul, so we each took a turn driving. There was a mighty cheer when we finally crossed the Pennsylvania line! We finally got to our house at 11:15 p.m.
The last place we made a pit stop I smelled the wonderful aroma of Penn's Woods. That is one of the things I noticed the south is lacking. The pine trees in Georgia and palms of Florida just do not have the smell of our hardwoods. Another difference is the grass. The grass in the south is more coarse and not as velvety soft as here in the north. We traveled over 2000 miles in the past week. Thanks to the friends (some which we had never met before) and relatives we visited along the way, it was not an expensive trip. We bought only three meals on the trip and did not need a motel any of the six nights. But after all that was said and done, the place where we started and came back to still looks the best to me! Maybe one of the reasons we need to travel once in awhile is to help us appreciate what we have at home every day.