Two Pennsylvania Houses

I’ve been visiting family in Philadelphia, some of whom I had never met before. I arrived on Monday to a town house with three floors and lots of interesting people coming in and out… and spent yesterday and the day before in the hills west of the city, in an old farmhouse with bowed walls and wooden floors. It’s hot, now, hot and sticky, and my cousin Maggie and I have been exploring nineteenth-century family haunts. It’s odd to find a park named for an ancestor on the site where the mill he founded used to be. It makes exploring a place a different experience.