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Adelia M. Hoyt memoir and photographs
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UNFOLDING YEARS, 65 of me? What part was this new life to have in the pattern of my unfolding years? I felt all these things even though I did not put them into words. There was something exciting in the very air of that summer afternoon -- a different odor which I never quite defined ! I often noticed these strange odors when I first entered a new place. We went at once to the house in downtown Washington where Emma had been rooming and where she had engaged temporary accommodations for us. We took our meals at a nearby restaurant. The next morning which was Friday, Emma took us across town to show us own new home. All the way on the street car she pointed our places of interest and told me the directions at every turn, so I could orient myself. When we passed the Capitol and Library of Congress I was thrilled -- and that was only the beginning! We passed around Lincoln Park where stands the famous statue of the great Emancipator striking the shackles from the slave kneeling at his feet. Leaving the car we walked about two blocks to a small brick house set in a row, each house so much alike that one had to look close to recognize his own. It was much smaller than the house we had left in Des Moines, but pleasant, comfortable and convenient. It fronted on a broad avenue shaded by stately elms. Straight across was a triangular plot of green formed by the junction of street and avenue. These triangles, sometimes called circles, are characteristic of Washington. The front porch and the two porches in the rear, upstairs and down, seemed to enlarge the house which with its six rooms, halls, bathroom and closets, was ample for our needs. Here we lived very comfortably for give years. After looking the place over, we went downtown to make some necessary purchases and then back to our rooms. Next ,morning we returned to our house armed with a few dishes and cooking utensils we had brought in our trunk, and remained until our purchases of the previous day arrived -- a bed, couch, table and a few chairs .
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UNFOLDING YEARS, 65 of me? What part was this new life to have in the pattern of my unfolding years? I felt all these things even though I did not put them into words. There was something exciting in the very air of that summer afternoon -- a different odor which I never quite defined ! I often noticed these strange odors when I first entered a new place. We went at once to the house in downtown Washington where Emma had been rooming and where she had engaged temporary accommodations for us. We took our meals at a nearby restaurant. The next morning which was Friday, Emma took us across town to show us own new home. All the way on the street car she pointed our places of interest and told me the directions at every turn, so I could orient myself. When we passed the Capitol and Library of Congress I was thrilled -- and that was only the beginning! We passed around Lincoln Park where stands the famous statue of the great Emancipator striking the shackles from the slave kneeling at his feet. Leaving the car we walked about two blocks to a small brick house set in a row, each house so much alike that one had to look close to recognize his own. It was much smaller than the house we had left in Des Moines, but pleasant, comfortable and convenient. It fronted on a broad avenue shaded by stately elms. Straight across was a triangular plot of green formed by the junction of street and avenue. These triangles, sometimes called circles, are characteristic of Washington. The front porch and the two porches in the rear, upstairs and down, seemed to enlarge the house which with its six rooms, halls, bathroom and closets, was ample for our needs. Here we lived very comfortably for give years. After looking the place over, we went downtown to make some necessary purchases and then back to our rooms. Next ,morning we returned to our house armed with a few dishes and cooking utensils we had brought in our trunk, and remained until our purchases of the previous day arrived -- a bed, couch, table and a few chairs .
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