Last weekend I found myself, finally, at Seneca Falls, standing outside the Methodist church in the rain, thinking about how much my mom would have loved it and missing her.
I didn't realize it was so close to Watkins Glen, where I was staying for the weekend, or I would have gone sooner. When Mom came to visit me in Rochester years ago we could have gone there, after Palmyra and the Hill Cumo
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