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66 UNFOLDING YEARS

The next day, Sunday, we rested in our rooms until afternoon. Then we took a street car ride out through Georgetown, the oldest part of the city. Alighting from the car we walked across Key Bridge which spanned the Potomac River and I stood for the first time on the soil of historic places -- and the afternoon was full of thrills!
On Monday morning Emma returned to her office and father and I betook ourselves to our new home to set up housekeeping in earnest. I began a systematic cleaning of the place although it was in very good condition. It was a sort of camping out until Wednesday when our household goods arrived from Des Moines,. When these were all in place it really began to seem like home. We found plenty of stores nearby and soon had everything in good running order. 
As soon as we were well settled, we began to explore Washington. Although my father was then eighty two he was keenly interested in seeing all the sights in and about the Capital City. he would get books and we would read about buildings and places and then go and see them. One lovely autumn day we visited Mount Vernon, the home of George Washington. That was the acme of thrills! We made the trip by boat and even though I took many more excursions on the Potomac River in the years that followed, this one stands out in my memory as something special !
In October, my dear friend Hattie Hoff, who as I have related was now living in Warren, Pa., came to visit us. It had been more than fourteen years since we had seen each other. She now had two boys, aged ten and twelve, but once together we were the same gay, giggling girls as ever ! And how Hattie did enthuse over Washington ! Going about with her I saw many new and interesting things through her eager, comprehending eyes. 
More than thirty years have passed since those first wonderful days, and today I know far less about Washington than I did after a few months residence.

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66 UNFOLDING YEARS The next day, Sunday, we rested in our rooms until afternoon. Then we took a street car ride out through Georgetown, the oldest part of the city. Alighting from the car we walked across Key Bridge which spanned the Potomac River and I stood for the first time on the soil of historic places -- and the afternoon was full of thrills! On Monday morning Emma returned to her office and father and I betook ourselves to our new home to set up housekeeping in earnest. I began a systematic cleaning of the place although it was in very good condition. It was a sort of camping out until Wednesday when our household goods arrived from Des Moines,. When these were all in place it really began to seem like home. We found plenty of stores nearby and soon had everything in good running order. As soon as we were well settled, we began to explore Washington. Although my father was then eighty two he was keenly interested in seeing all the sights in and about the Capital City. he would get books and we would read about buildings and places and then go and see them. One lovely autumn day we visited Mount Vernon, the home of George Washington. That was the acme of thrills! We made the trip by boat and even though I took many more excursions on the Potomac River in the years that followed, this one stands out in my memory as something special ! In October, my dear friend Hattie Hoff, who as I have related was now living in Warren, Pa., came to visit us. It had been more than fourteen years since we had seen each other. She now had two boys, aged ten and twelve, but once together we were the same gay, giggling girls as ever ! And how Hattie did enthuse over Washington ! Going about with her I saw many new and interesting things through her eager, comprehending eyes. More than thirty years have passed since those first wonderful days, and today I know far less about Washington than I did after a few months residence.