Day internment

Before the Day Internment, Brandywine Cemetery

May 31, 2008

Philadelphia may have its charm, but seeing it with an automobile is a big mistake. The Pennsylvania Historical Society possesses nothing new regarding the Perrins, although holding William and Hannah Penn's marriage certificate from 1696 is sort of neat (I had hoped to find Edward Perrin of Bristol mentioned on it). I finish all possible work (including inspection of all of the open stacks) by noon and have four hours to waste until picking up Barbara at the airport. She is kind enough to come for my parent's burial. Rather than continue to spend a king's ransom in parking, I figure out how to drive to the airport, and continue to the next exit, to Prospect Park. There on the old Chester Pike (route 13) is a hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant.

I order General Ts'o's Tofu and am mildly entertained when Luigi from the pizzeria next door comes over to chat and eat his usual. The tofu is deep-fat fried like French fries; this must be a Philadelphia phenomenon.

When paying I ask about fortune cookies; they do not have them.

Saturday we bury my parents' ashes. Six of us, with a five minute to the point service among the other Days of the Brandywine Hundred in Delaware. My cousin Craig is kind enough to show us the stones for the family which date back to 1820, the church where a stained-glass window was donated by the Day family in 1840, the remains of the Day homestead amongst the northern suburbs of Wilmington.

Finally we drive back to Maryland and order Chinese take out. Now there are fortune cookies, but I already know what to expect. Mine reads

You will buy some new clothes.

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