We arrived in Greensboro, having outraced the storm there. Brenda took us to our former foreign exchange student's home - whether directly or roundabout I don't know. But it seemed direct. A short distance before arriving, we hit a sort of traffic jam. A lot of cars ahead had double blinking lights on oh I hoped it wasn't a bad accident. No, it was a funeral procession. Fortunately the cemetery wasn't too far ahead.
Frances Bright - full name is Fraces Fata Kolison Bright - or as our kids called her, Fata Baby - is originally from Liberia. We had an eventful year with her some 25 years ago. This is the story she remembers most of her year: it was about the middle of November and we took her up to Stanley. She had never seen snow. She practically went beserk when she got out of the car to see and touch it. After a brief play stop, we got back into the car to travel one, but the car wouldn't start, wouldn't even turn over. So...we got out of the car and we laid hands on the car and prayed for it to start. We hopped back in the car, started it and drove on. She thought a lot about having that kind of faith in God, and having that kind of communication with God. A few years later that kind of faith took her successfully through the civil war in Liberia, as she fled from the rebel forces with members of her family.
After a too short visit, we asked Brenda to take us to my cousin's house. I am sure she took us in a semi-circle instead of a straight line, but we did get there just in time to make our reservations at the Green Valley Restaurant. A wonderfully decorated restaurant which offered a rich fare on the menu. All three of us chose the prime rib dinner - ahh, scrumptious! Doug McKnight is my first cousin, once removed, on my mother's side. It has been many years since we have seen him, so we spent several hours of enjoyable catch up. We spent the night at his home, and he sent us off the next morning with a home cooked pancake breakfast.
The trip to Williamsburg was not a long one. Interstates all the way...well, not entirely. Every thing was copesthetic until we reached the Richmond area. Suddenly, Brenda had us off on state and county roads. We got to see something beside the tree lined roadway. Suddenly we were high above the James River, an amazing sight. After we passed over, we sign a sign advertising a plantation. We thought, "We have plenty of time to get to Williamsburg. Let's stop in at the next plantation, just to see what it looks like. We won't even have to go in". Suddenly we were close to the entry of the Berkeley Plantation. We crept in, ready to make a fast escape. We saw a number of cars in the parking lot, so it might be worth a stop. It turned out to be the home (at one time) of William Harrison, a signer of the Declaration of Independence; the birth place of William Henry Harrison, the 9th president of the US; and his grandson, who was the ??th president of the US. We spent a lot of time there and thoroughly our stop. Thank You, Brenda!
Our stay in Williamsburg is coming on the next episode. blessings!
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