Underappreciated

One of the places our family occasionally visited on Sundays was Morton Arboretum. I didn't especially like drives to the Arboretum because they usually replaced the more customary Sunday trips to Brookfield Zoo. The Arboretum seemed like a place for adults. There were no animals there—certainly no petting zoo—and as a child, I did not appreciate spending time in a "nature place" with few attractions.

Now I miss those family walks in the Arboretum. It was a peaceful spot.

 
Morton Arboretum, Lisle, Illinois, October 1964. I run ahead of my Mom and my paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, as we arrive at the Arboretum.
 

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Morton Arboretum, Lisle, Illinois, October 1964.  Tatjana and my Mom stop to appreciate the trees. Mom is wearing a beige, mohair cardigan that she knitted. She had embroidered some red flowers in an angora yarn on the cardigan's left side.