We went up to Mt. Tom Reservation and Aunt Bea was thrilled to come with us. She hadn't been up there in 30 years, since Uncle Donald died. They used to walk up on the mountain. As kids, we went to summer camp up there, had picnics and went hiking. Easthampton is at the base of the mountain; Aunt Bea's family farm at the very foot of it. We enjoyed a very sun filled, relaxing and memorable time. Aunt Bea and I chatted and laughed while Anita and Antonio played in the nearby stream. They caught a salamander, a frog and watched bugs swim on top of the water. I can still smell the cedar wood that was piled in the bin to be used for campfires when I was a kid. Ahhhh! Memories.