Janet Connolly was a traveler

Snippet for a Tennyson poem seems to say much about her.

"...I cannot rest from Travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly both with
       those
That loved me, and alone; on shore and
       when
Thro scudding drift the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and Known, - cities of
      men
And manners, climates, councils, govern-
      ments
Myself not least, but honor'd of them
      all, --
And drunk delight of battle with my
      peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met...."

To the truly literate whom are academically familiar with this text, I apologize for any misinterpretation.

I came across an older book of poems by Tennyson that was given to my mother as a gift from hear family when she was growing up. 

Given the list of address before married life and the addresses after children, this seems right.

While I miss my mother, and spirituality aside, as an adult, it helps to perceive that mortality temporary. 

I am grateful for the time we (her sons) did have with our mother and father as we can know how they thought. That is the gift. And with my mother - there is a lot to figure out and know.