Williamsburg Getaway Part II

The second day of our trip we went back in time about 150 years from what we had seen the previous day in Williamsburg.  The rain scheduled to arrive around noon sent us scurrying to the Jamestown Settlement, hopeful that we could see the outdoor exhibits before it poured.  This is a much smaller deal than Williamsburg, but the huge parking lots suggested it becomes very crowded in the summer.  We, however, got the absolute best parking spot and were the first visitors the Powhatan Indian interpreters had seen all morning.

Burning the bottom of the canoe flat

We had watched youtube videos about this place, so we were prepared.  Sapphire saw a bear skin and instantly made friends with the interpreter, telling him all about Mordu from the movie *Brave* while he tried to work facts about Powhatan life into their conversation.  We saw deer skin covered beds, a smoldering canoe project, and oyster shells to scrape hides.  The girls hopped around from house to house, asking questions of the very attentive grownups in rawhide clothes.

of course she wanted to hold the sword

The tiny Powhatan village sidles up to Fort James, the recreated palisades and barracks.  Ruby liked the chickens, and Pearl enjoyed trying on the heavy armor and wearing it around.  At one point Sapphire disappeared, and when looked I found her posing at the church doorway for a crowd of Chinese tourists, all snapping away at her demure little act.  "They like to take my picture," she murmured, as she threw them a sweet smile, much sweeter than what she pulls out for me whenever I point the camera her way! These were the same Chinese tourists we met yesterday, and I chatted with one before they scuttled off. We meanwhile took our time and made the interpreters work. 

The rain began to fall as we climbed aboard the first of two ships at anchor in the man made harbor. It is shocking that people would agree to come across the ocean in such tiny vessels. I learned that in the smaller one, settlers had to sleep in the hold on top of the barrels of supplies, giving them about three feet of clearance and a very bumpy berth.  I also discovered that a distracted 2 year old can drop her tiny rag of a washcloth (we call it "washy") in many different hiding spots while on board a 17th century ship.  Somehow I found it each time. We saw a bald eagle and a blue heron.

Ruby on a Powhatan bed of deer hides

Pearl seemed to enjoy the indoor galleries we toured after lunch.  They had the dates pained high on the beams, and she really understood that we were seeing time speed up and the developments in the region.  Anything to do with Pocahontas was a hit, but they also sat through the few short movies with rapt attention.  We really just sped through it, but I was surprised how they handled the museum situation. In all, we did better today, but perhaps it was because there was less walking and no antiques. We could touch everything, and they pretty much did.

Instead of more learning, the rain drove us back to the hotel, but that was ok after our busy day yesterday. We enjoyed dinner at an Indian restaurant. Ruby and I love curry, and the other two made do with naan and rice.  It was a bit fancier than I expected, but I suggested we act like princesses, and the staff complimented us on how quiet the girls were.  They sound like angels, but I got indigestion trying to eat fast enough to get us out of there before Sapphire fell over the back of the booth and Ruby broke something.

The swimming was a huge hit, and the two big girls said that was their favorite part, although Pearl also listed the Palace at Williamsburg as a special place. Our trip home Wednesday went smoothly except for a gps problem and a fit Ruby threw in the car just when I was most lost.  We made it home in time for me to get to class, and the girls regaled their daddy with stories of the trip. 

We did it!

He had a funny woolen hat

Williamsburg Girls' Get-away Part I

The Palace

The girls and I embarked on a great adventure this week--a Williamsburg, Virginia girls getaway! It was partly to give Daddy a chance to finish a chapter of his dissertation, and partly an opportunity to embrace the schedule flexibility of home schooling.

The four hour drive was greatly enhanced by mom's Kindle and the movie Happyfeet.  Then, after a fairly hyper meal at IHOP, we jumped into the hotel pool.  This was Ruby's first swim with us since she sat, frozen, on the pool seat at the Inner Mongolia hotel.  This time she was absolutely giddy as she floated in her swimmies, eventually laughing pretty crazily when she first pushed herself off the step after me.  She looked like an astronaut unable to propel herself in space, but by the end of the stay she could kick a little.  Since I was the only lifeguard on duty, you'll understand why there are no photos of this cute milestone.

The basket maker

Monday we went to Colonial Williamsburg. We hadn't slept all that well, or at least the girls hadn't gotten all the sleep they needed, so Sapphire was especially tired and jealous of any stroller time Ruby got.  But we jumped into the history regardless.  We did have some great interpreters who latched on to our mention of the Felicity American Girls books we've read and happily pointed out items from her stories (the stories are set in Williamsburg in 1774). 

The ballroom at the Palace (Governor's mansion)

The Palace ballroom was a highlight, since we had just read a scene about it in the Felicity books.  The big girls admired the silversmith's precious metals and his friendly personality.  Pearl also seemed entranced by the blacksmith, while Ruby preferred to cheer on the horses any time they drove by.

with our friend from the Magazine

I enjoyed the colonial city in February. At 55 degrees, it wasn't freezing, and we had the place to ourselves. The gatekeeper at the Magazine said that usually hundreds of people go through his building in an hour, and today only 10-20 were entering each hour.  When we got to the top, an enthusiastic young man obviously used to speaking loudly for crowds gave us our own demonstration of the musket-loading process.  We had planned what buildings we wanted to see, and when we finally stumbled out of the gaol, our list was complete.  We boarded the bus and Pearl talked the ears off of some other visitors.

One thing I enjoyed, but the girls did not, was the coffeehouse experience. I've read about them in 18th century culture, but I got to see a place for newspaper-readers who enjoyed a nice cup of chocolate.  At the end they offered us a play which I could not follow because I was trying to keep the girls' from spilling their breakable cups of chocolate.  The thick, slightly bitter drink differs from our hot chocolate of today. I liked the flavor, but none of them did.

learned a new word: apothecary

We attract more stares here as an adoptive family than we do at home.  One man on a Chinese tour distracted his entire tour from the guide's speech about the gallows when he reported to the group that Ruby was from Ney Mongu (Inner Mongolia).  "Oh, Ney Mongu" they all chorused.   He had approached me to ask if she was from China. Then he asked "Why did you want to adopt a child?"  He seemed surprised, but then adoption is largely limited in China due to the one child policy.  I explained that we love children.  I was about to leap into an explanation of God's love when my lovable children started fighting in one of the gaol cells. Other folks asked less difficult questions, and I was proud of how I handled it.  It doesn't bother me the way I assumed it would.

at the milliner's shop

The day ended with a pleasantly perfect Chinese buffet that kept the girls glued to their seats. Then we headed to the pool, as promised, where I realized that all the walking had exhausted my legs.  That's not the only thing it exhausted!  Once we returned to the room, I told Sapphire to lay still in her "beautiful" bed, as she calls it, and pretend to be a princess. It worked! She fell asleep while Pearl journaled and Ruby rutched.