Historic places were high on the list of my childhood "adventures." Our family vacations consisted of driving across four states to spend one week at one grandparents' house, and a second week at the other. My father always made sure there were visits to places of history, and through that we learned about our past, and developed our love of and appreciation for history.
So it was enjoyable to visit another place this past weekend, though it made us miss my father and all the insight he would have shared. We were at Appomattox, where Lee surrendered to Grant just 143 years ago. Looking across the magnificent rolling hills, I could imagine tired troops hunkered down as the their leaders deliberated the surrender and the end of a grueling war.
And it was one of those beautiful fall days. Family was with us. What more could one ask for? Nourishing for the soul.