
Himself and I had just come from visiting the study Twain's sister-in-law had built on her property for him. It's a glorified gazebo and now sits on the lawn at Elmira College and gives the local high school kids a job for the summer as they greet visitors and hand out pencils. It was lovely, but it didn't move me the way his very simple burial place did. While there is a large monument, erected by his one surviving child in memory of Twain and of her husband, the basic setting is very humble and sweet. Twain lost two daughters and his beloved wife before his own death, and the inscriptions on their tombs, written by the heartbroken father, cut to my heart.
