Dearest Hittygirls Members,
I am sorry it has taken so long to master this writing and picture technology that you call a PC . I arrived in Findlay, Ohio (Hancock County) Saturday 13 August, 2005. In a small pre-1886 farmhouse live my Hostesses Chris Nalle, granddaughter Emi, Nona Bassett, Midnight & Sugarcube Cavies, and Host Dh Chauncy Nalle, along with those known as the Harris Hittys for Great Grandmother Hazel Lillian Harris.
Enclosed is a fair photo of the wonderful Party held for me by the Harris Hittys at IHOP. I will add more soon, and also to the Page, as I master making the pictures a more pleasant size for viewing. They are keeping some sort of secret from me on this first date. Fondly, HMC

Dearest HG Members,
Saturday evening, 13 August, 2005 after our gaila time at International House of Pancakes, I discovered that Emi had devotedly fallen with love for me. Although H-Christine and Chris had prepared a room for me, complete with a small lab, it became apparent that Emi would have Me having no part of it that first night. Though going quite late, Emi stayed up seeing to my comfort with a room on the top floor of her own Boarding School. Since one cannot go to bed without reading, Emi provided one of her favorite books besides Hitty. She also cleared the cafe and instructed G'ma Chris to have my Lab set up for me before morning.
The secret was still being kept. Enclosed find photos of the room originally prepared for me, the room from Emi, and H-Christine (carved by Chris) and I in my Lab in the morning. Will continue after tea. HMC

Dearest HG Members,
14 August 2005 was a lazy Sunday morning. I discovered to my surprise in the Main House that "Anne of Avonlea" had baked a pie for Me with the instuction of Miss Brenna Librarian, Caretaker of the Main House which is being restored to become a Bed & Breakfast Establishment.
I was not only quite honored by the pie, but that beyond Harry Potter's third floor room, and the partial kitchen, the room for me is the only one majorly finished in the whole of the house. Hostess Chris had made my bedquilt, and her adopted Mum, Betty had made the rugs. The B&B Bassett embarassed H-Christine by choosing to have her puppies in-my-room directly before my arrival.
While preoccupied with all of this, I failed to notice until late in the day that a cleaning of a royal maroon carriage and repacking of same had been occurring by the Persons of the farmhouse. The secret is yet unknown. HMC

Dear Friends,
I awoke Monday morning 15 August, 2005 still tired as I had allowed my mind too much pondering of the Hint I was given the night before. "Tomorrow, Chauncy will follow his nose".
This hint was quite lost on me, but following breakfast I found we were all heading out on a journey with Dh Chauncy as our chauffeur.
They presented me with an apron and an old metal valise, both of which they stressed were only for my borrowing as they belonged to others, and that Who they belonged to would for a time remain a mystery.
We drove for quite a time in a southerly direction. The landscape turned from as level as a flatiron, to beautiful rolling hillsides, farm plots, and woodlands. We checked into Emi's favorite Inn and the pPersons retired early. We Hittys decided on a midnight Tea and share tales almost until dawn. Our journey was the first Secret, but where were we??? Quizzingly, HMC

Dearest Cornelia and All Old Na New Hitty Friends,
Emi and I posed at Schrock's Amish Farm between the Barn and the School. I was pleased to see that Amish children's math although billed to only be "schooling to the eighth grade" included trigonometry and other higher math. Emi was not pleased.
We managed to get our photo taken with a carriage as that was allowed. I think I got a shot of Christie our Horse for our real Amish Buggy ride. Emi was allowed to drive the horse as long as she would wear her bonnet. I pursuaded her it was worth the trade.
I expressed after touring the homes there, and two livestock auctions that I was thrilled with the diversity of my "surprise", only to be informed that these were not THE surprise.
I'll stop now to go look for where I misplaced Christie's photograph. Emi says I can sign off with TTFN, instead of "Fondly", and I will be perfectly understood. I am not so sure. HMC

Dearests,
Christie and driver Eli from Schrock's Farm ellude me, But here are Chauncy (Chris n.'s Dh) and I preparing a basket of tea at breakfast to take along for the day, and the second photo is of two other "grandfather's" we saw when stopping at Chauncy's favorite shoppe of all. {He WAS driving you know, it couldn't be ALL fabric stores} HMC

Dears,
As I am weary, as are you, I shall cut to the chase as it were. I got to see, touch, and be photographed with many wondrous historical artifacts at the Henry Ford Greenfield Village. But the most wonderful involves my namesake:
21 October 1929, Marie Curie came into the train station at the Village for its Grand Opening. She was in a party of persons including The President of the United States and Thomas Edison. She stood near Mr. Edison at the recreation of his lighting his electric light system. He was 72 years old. Mr. Ford to honor him and the occasion had his chair nailed to the floor right where it sat! When the floors in the Edison lab had to be replaced years later, that original section of floor and the chair were placed right where they had been in 1929.
I got to stand with my very feet on the floorboards where Thomas Edison and Marie Curie stood in 1929. The American People also had collected funds and presented Madam Curie with a gram of Radium for her foundation and to support her work, something her own countrymen had not done. I stood on the floorboards of honest and honerable persons of great dignity.
I secondly got to stand upon Edison's Phonograph, the only working one in existance, with only eight of them remaining worldwide, my feet where his fingertips touched. I thank Chris' Dxh, Stan for arranging such honors for me.
I have photos of myself recuperating, and of my moving on, but they pale compared to these. Sincerely, HMC