Today is the day I have been waiting for for a long time. We visited the grave and home of Eddie Foy and the Seven Little Foys. He was a vaudeville comedian-singer-actor who brought his kids into the act. Bob Hope made a movie about him with many historic errors but still a fun movie way back when.
Our trip started with a lot of on line mapping and planning. New Rochelle, NY is about 50 miles from our current hotel. No hwy changes needed...just a straight shot. We left at 11:30 and was there by 1/4 to one. The address on line was to the cemetery office/church. But nobody was around to help us. When I found a woman in the church she confused the two cemeteries in the area. That's why I get second opinions. I saw a funeral home across the street and they gave me the proper directions. They also told me the brick house next to "Eddie Foy Park" is the old home of the Foys.
We drove to the cemetery expecting a difficult search because it was a pretty big place. Imagine our surprise when we looked out the van window and not 15 feet from the van and perfectly visible from the front gate was the Foy memorial. We took pictures and I told the kids about Eddie Foy and his kids again. Then I cleared the grass off of the smaller makers that showed where each Foy is buried (So I could get a clear shot.)
Back in the van we headed for Eddie Foy Park. I took pictures of the brick house next door to the park thinking it was once the Foy home. Turns out, according to the plaque, that the site of the park was the home site and the house is long gone. There were a few plastic playground toys and a few benches, but otherwise it looked like an old house lot.
We took pictures, the kids played and then we headed for lunch....Taco Bell! Perhaps the very same TB the Foys ate at 100 years ago......smile!
Next it was the drive back. Remember 50 miles.....2.5 hours. We tried Hwy 95 but it was bumper to bumber all the way to CT. So we drove Hwy 1 which runs right next to 95 more or less as it hit the main street of every town along the way. But red lights were the name of the game and red lights are perceived by locals as only a stop if the mood hits. That's why there were accidents on 95 and along Hwy 1. This place is crazy when it comes to drivers and it crosses race, age, and sex. Though I saw many speeders having Obama stickers. Ergo Proctor Hoc...all Obama supporters speed.....smile.
This is a Ct YMCA!
We were stuck in traffic right on the line of a draw bridge.
Today's theme.
James shows off while we wait for our take-out...we had ultra-hot (habenero) hot wings, ribs, burgers, and other stuff. It was pretty OK.
Our trip started with a lot of on line mapping and planning. New Rochelle, NY is about 50 miles from our current hotel. No hwy changes needed...just a straight shot. We left at 11:30 and was there by 1/4 to one. The address on line was to the cemetery office/church. But nobody was around to help us. When I found a woman in the church she confused the two cemeteries in the area. That's why I get second opinions. I saw a funeral home across the street and they gave me the proper directions. They also told me the brick house next to "Eddie Foy Park" is the old home of the Foys.
We drove to the cemetery expecting a difficult search because it was a pretty big place. Imagine our surprise when we looked out the van window and not 15 feet from the van and perfectly visible from the front gate was the Foy memorial. We took pictures and I told the kids about Eddie Foy and his kids again. Then I cleared the grass off of the smaller makers that showed where each Foy is buried (So I could get a clear shot.)
Back in the van we headed for Eddie Foy Park. I took pictures of the brick house next door to the park thinking it was once the Foy home. Turns out, according to the plaque, that the site of the park was the home site and the house is long gone. There were a few plastic playground toys and a few benches, but otherwise it looked like an old house lot.
We took pictures, the kids played and then we headed for lunch....Taco Bell! Perhaps the very same TB the Foys ate at 100 years ago......smile!
Next it was the drive back. Remember 50 miles.....2.5 hours. We tried Hwy 95 but it was bumper to bumber all the way to CT. So we drove Hwy 1 which runs right next to 95 more or less as it hit the main street of every town along the way. But red lights were the name of the game and red lights are perceived by locals as only a stop if the mood hits. That's why there were accidents on 95 and along Hwy 1. This place is crazy when it comes to drivers and it crosses race, age, and sex. Though I saw many speeders having Obama stickers. Ergo Proctor Hoc...all Obama supporters speed.....smile.
This is a Ct YMCA!
We were stuck in traffic right on the line of a draw bridge.
Today's theme.James shows off while we wait for our take-out...we had ultra-hot (habenero) hot wings, ribs, burgers, and other stuff. It was pretty OK.
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