2014-10: Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia
April 25, 2014
I had visited Williamsburg with my family when I was 9. Upon querying my siblings about their memories, my brother, then 16, said he'd been hungry all day, and my sister, 11, that she was allowed to take the bus by herself wherever she wanted.
My memories of Williamsburg were of the chicken dinner at the Kings Arms Tavern. The servers tied large white napkins around each of our necks. Then we were told we must eat with our fingers—a child's dream! There was also the 3-cornered hat I returned home with as a souvenir.
We arrived late in Williamsburg, Virginia, from North Carolina's Outer Banks. We located the local Cracker Barrel and overnighted in their free RV overnight area. Our payment was a scrumptious breakfast in their restaurant the next morning.
En route to Quantico, we thought...
We were going to forego Colonial Williamsburg and head straight to Quantico to see Doug's son, Andrew, and girlfriend, Devon, but after six wrong turns, we found ourselves at the entrance to the Colonial Williamsburg Visitors Center. When serendipity calls....
We soon learned that the "free" entrance did not include any buildings that did not function also as souvenir shops or restaurants. As we only had a couple of hours, that was fine with us.
We soon learned that the "free" entrance did not include any buildings that did not function also as souvenir shops or restaurants. As we only had a couple of hours, that was fine with us.
Entering Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia.
I had visited Williamsburg with my family when I was 9. Upon querying my siblings about their memories, my brother, then 16, said he'd been hungry all day, and my sister, 11, that she was allowed to take the bus by herself wherever she wanted.
While Marilyn's sister recalled the freedom of taking the bus about Colonial Williamsburg by herself in 1959, in 2014, transportation was by foot, 2...
...4, pulling various wagons...
...& carriages.
My memories of Williamsburg were of the chicken dinner at the Kings Arms Tavern. The servers tied large white napkins around each of our necks. Then we were told we must eat with our fingers—a child's dream! There was also the 3-cornered hat I returned home with as a souvenir.
Marilyn in front of Kings Arms Tavern, where she & her family had dinner in 1959.
We wandered the streets, taking in the buildings, homes, and gardens.
The original Red Lion Inn?
Capitol Building.
E. Duke of Gloucester St.
Entrance to a secret garden...
Williamsburg's gardens are memorable & renowned.
Tulips & more.
Brick walks, picket fences, & clapboard buildings.
At a dig, archeologists were examing foundations & artifacts.
Artifacts from the dig. "Please return the tray when possible," written on edge.
Foundations visible on sides of dig.
If this tree could talk to us...
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Up next: Quantico & HMX-1, Washington, D.C.
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