Not in Massachusetts anymore

I think because it was snowing when we left Cambridge, I didn't think to bring Frances a sun hat. Silly me, because now in Arkansas it's some 70 degrees and the sun is shining brightly. Thank goodness for Mimi. She fashioned a hat for Frances using one of her baseball caps and a large safety pin.


I think Frances carried it off nicely.

Palm Sunday and Auntie Beth

Frances and I are back in Fayetteville. Jocelyn and her brood are here for their Spring Break and they asked us to join her. We happily obliged. Our visit happens to be over Palm Sunday and Easter. Beth Brooks gave us this lovely outfit. Frances wore it to church on Palm Sunday and I suspect she'll be wearing it on Easter as well.


Beth told us she made it with Australian smocking and that it was very time-consuming. But isn't it beautiful?

We love you, Daddy! Aren't we cute?

Pink!

We received this hat in the mail the other day from a member of Frances' grandma's Bible study group.

Thanks so much! We took Frances to church in it, and it was quite a hit.

More out and about

We didn't want to leave any of these photos out, so you get 'em all. That's the Charles in the background. The weather really couldn't have been any better.

Memory Lane, Part II

More houses we aren't connected to anymore.

This isn't going to be interesting to anyone who isn't a Hayward, at least in spirit, but here it goes. Frances' maternal family history goes something like this: James Warren Hayward (Frances' great great great grandfather) begot Nathan Hayward (Frances' great great grandfather) begot Malcolm Lloyd Hayward (Frances' great grandfather) begot Malcolm Lloyd Hayward, Jr. (Frances' grandfather) begot Morgan Hayward (Frances' mom) begot Frances Upton. And, James Warren Hayward and his off-spring lived in this house here, around the corner from where Frances now lives.

James Warren Hayward's daughter, Margaret Greenleaf Hayward Andrews, lived down the street from the first house in this house:

Frances was fascinated.

Last, we stopped on the Eliot Bridge over the Charles River, because Frances' middle name is Elliott after her father, Mark Elliott Upton, and his mother, Vicki Elliott Upton.



Okay, so there's no relation to the Eliot of the bridge, but as long as we were out we didn't think a picture would hurt.

Frances and the T

Mark picked this one out. It's Frances on the train on our way into Boston. We went in and walked around Boston Common.

We tried to get a picture of Frances next to the pond made famous by Make Way for Ducklings. Unfortunately, they drain the pond over the winter, leaving a large mud hole. Oh, well, another posting, another time.

Frances and the Asiatic Hordes

What's this, you say? Where are the aforementioned Asiatic hordes? This is a picture of Frances with a statue of John Harvard, the founder of Harvard, I'm guessing. So why did I mention Asiatic hordes? Because literally every time I walk past this statue there is a group of Asians standing in front of it taking each others' pictures. I'm not kidding. Every time.