I am off to the backroads of one my favorite New England haunts for a bit of leaf peeping and ancestor hunting. I expect to find corn mazes, punkins, and maybe a grandson hiding in the leaves.
Last spring Mr. Curator and I tromped around Winsdor County cemeteries looking for my elusive maternal gggf and were thwarted by snow and ice. This time, it may be Hurricane Irene who intervenes, but we are ready to give it our best effort.
I have my cemetery kit, thanks to Midge Frazel Granite in My Blood, and am ready to stalk the elusive David Child once again.
I will keep a look-out Karen. Who knows!
Vermont this time of year should be perfectly lovely! Sounds like you're going to have a great time with family (both living and dead).
An aside: my 3rd great-grandmother died in Barnard, Windsor, Vermont. If by chance you're going to be tromping around any cemeteries that way, may I ask that you remember the name Hannah (Specht) Baker (died 2 Jul 1924) just in case you run across her grave?