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The narcissus in particular was growing around everywhere, together with real wild flowers like the painted columbine and star of Bethlehem. It was a lovely spot on a headland overlooking a broad inlet from the Potomac. There was also the old graveyard or grave plot in which were the gravestones of Washington's father and mother and grandmother, all pretty nearly ruined. THE NARCISSUS IN PARTICULAR WAS GROWING AROUND EVERYWHERE TOGETHER WITH REAL WILD FLOWERS LIKE THE PAINTED COLUMBINE AND STAR OF BETHLEHEM IT WAS A LOVELY SPOT ON A HEADLAND OVERLOOKING A BROAD INLET FROM THE POTOMAC THERE WAS ALSO THE OLD GRAVEYARD OR GRAVE PLOT IN WHICH WERE THE GRAVESTONES OF WASHINGTON'S FATHER AND MOTHER AND GRANDMOTHER ALL PRETTY NEARLY RUINED
cent of the many-colored hyacinths which Mother has put out in boxes on the low stone walls. . . . . . A VISIT TO WASHINGTON'S BIRTHPLACE White House, April 30, 1906. DEAR KERMIT: On Saturday afternoon Mother and I started off on the _Sylph_, Mother having made up her mind I needed thirty-six hours' rest, and we had a delightful time together, and she was just as cunning as she could be. On Sunday Mother and I spent about four hours ashore, taking our lunch and walking up to the monument which marks where the house stood in which Washington was born. It is a simple shaft. Every vestige of the house is destroyed, but a curious and rather pathetic thing is that, although it must be a hundred years since the place was deserted, there are still multitudes of flowers which must have come from those in the old garden. There are iris and narcissus and a little blue flower, with a neat, prim, clean smell that makes one feel as if it ought to be put with lavender into chests of fresh old linen. TO HIS CHILDREN BY THEODORE ROOSEVELT THIS LIEBREVOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN READ BY JEREMY LOGAN A VISIT TO WASHINGTON'S BIRTHPLACE WHITE HOUSE APRIL THIRTIETH NINETEEN O SIX DEAR KERMIT ON SATURDAY AFTERNOON MOTHER AND I STARTED OFF ON THE SYLPH MOTHER HAVING MADE UP HER MIND I NEEDED THIRTY SIX HOURS REST AND WE HAD A DELIGHTFUL TIME TOGETHER AND SHE WAS JUST AS CUNNING AS SHE COULD BE ON SUNDAY MOTHER AND I SPENT ABOUT FOUR HOURS ASHORE TAKING OUR LUNCH AND WALKING UP TO THE MONUMENT WHICH MARKS WHERE THE HOUSE STOOD IN WHICH WASHINGTON WAS BORN IT IS A SIMPLE SHAFT EVERY VESTIGE OF THE HOUSE IS DESTROYED BUT A CURIOUS AND RATHER PATHETIC THING IS THAT ALTHOUGH IT MUST BE A HUNDRED YEARS SINCE THE PLACE WAS DESERTED THERE ARE STILL MULTITUDES OF FLOWERS WHICH MUST HAVE COME FROM THOSE IN THE OLD GARDEN THERE ARE IRIS AND NARCISSUS AND A LITTLE BLUE FLOWER WITH A NEAT PRIM CLEAN SMELL THAT MAKES ONE FEEL AS IF IT OUGHT TO BE PUT WITH LAVENDER INTO CHESTS OF FRESH OLD LINEN
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