For the Record: Williamsburg and Easter

As much as I love inviting others to read my blog, I do keep in mind that, in the end, my best and most enduring audience is my family. The blog serves as a scrapbook and journal for us.

With that in mind, I’m posting lots of pictures and commentary from our recent family + grandparents trip down to Colonial Williamsburg. I hope you find it at least mildly interesting; but I’m confident that six years from now my kids will still love to see the pictures and talk about the memories.

[I’m anxious to get this done. I put off doing it too long last year when my mom and niece came to visit, and then when I sat down to transfer the pictures from my phone, managed to delete about forty of them. I’m still kind of heartsick about it all. I hope to go through my pictures, salvage what I have, and make a kind patched-up record of it after all.]

Anyway.

We went to Colonial Williamsburg.

This “living museum” has re-created the village of Williamsburg, Virginia, as it would have been circa 1774. Not only did they restore and rebuild businesses and residences, but they have demonstrations of skills and crafts of the time, performed by historian/actors who wear authentic costumes and don’t break character. It is, as you can imagine, one of the ultimate field trip destinations in our area.

Not all of the kids were excited by the prospect of driving four hours to go to some kind of historical place where you had to walk a lot. But even the reluctant ones were willing to make the trek because we’d be meeting DJ’s parents.

They live in Canada, but this spring made an epic road trip down the East Coast to Georgia, and then back up again. They caught us for one night on the way down, and then on the way back we all met in Williamsburg.

We dedicated two and a half days to The Ultimate Field Trip. Better homeschoolers than us would have done a week. DJ even knew of a family who made their own costumes and eventually moved from another state to Williamsburg just to be closer to the village. But we were there long enough to have a good time without anybody deciding to hate history and life and the universe. Then all of us drove back, and Grandpa and Nana visited till Easter.

But to quote Gaston, how can you read this? There are no pictures!

Okay, fine. Here you go.

All pictures thanks to Nana and Grandpa.

This shot of us at the local park looks kind of like an album cover for a band called Suburban Nerds.

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Bookgirl and I didn’t mean to match, but when both wardrobes consist mainly of comfy pants and t-shirts, it’s easy to do.

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At Williamsburg, the costumed “interpreters” gave a human touch to what would otherwise be an elaborate but hollow museum experience.

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Grandpa, Gamerboy, Bookgirl, some kid making a weird face who surely isn’t one of my kids, and DJ hanging out. The first three are reading notices posted to the fence, actually; some advertising goods for sale, some alerting townspeople to an escaped slave.

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One of the best things about Williamsburg is that you hardy have to say “don’t touch that!” You can wander off the main sidewalk through gates and gardens, whatever catches your fancy. Lots caught Ranger’s fancy. We spent at least a fourth of the time trying to find where he’d drifted off to.

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Besides Williamsburg, we tried out mini-golfing as a family. Mini-golf is a risky proposition. If the kids aren’t old enough or can’t master the club, it’s a disaster. But it worked, and all four of the kids were amazed at how fun mini-golf was, and why hadn’t we done this before? Well, because your parents like to minimize their own traumatic experiences, that’s why.

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Don’t be fooled. These men are not taking up piracy. They’re probably inviting him to church.

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All the kids got goodie bags as we left the golf course. The bags included noisemakers., which I really wanted to dispose of about six seconds after they opened the bags. After we got to the hotel, Ranger went to the room he shared with Nana and Grandpa. Nana sent me this picture of him showing off (and demonstrating) all his loot. “Young pirate!” she remarked. “He’s got good and generous grandparents,” I replied.

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So, all in all, good time was had by all. Even if Gamerboy does look like an imp with somewhat diabolical plans for someone off-screen.

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Of course, there was a major reason why we had such a good time.

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Back home, we enjoyed pretty much perfect weather and a very busy Easter week. But we still found time to get Sparkler a new bike. She needed it because Ranger had almost suddenly learned to ride without training wheels and inherited the bike she had been riding.

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Nana and the girls in their Easter finery.

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We didn’t want to say goodbye. But then, that’s nothing new.

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And be honest. You’d at least click on a sample track of a band named Suburban Nerds.

 

 

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One thought on “For the Record: Williamsburg and Easter

  1. I love the captions! And I feel better knowing I wasn’t the only one to luck out with amazing grandparents! Suburban Nerds, definitely! Did you make it to eat at one of the taverns? That was the best!

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