Oh, this entry will drive those with slower computers crazy, but Day Three (Monday) started early and busy, from Boston in the morning to Rockport in the afternoon. Our foster daughter left us for work in Detroit (we hated to let her go but its a great job and she was happy to be with us if only for a couple of days) and the kids rented a Ford Yukon (which was huge and looked like a hearse) for the next leg of the journey. The heated seats were great for my arthritic back.
File under “The Sights You See in Beantown” (I was raised on this milk):
It was all Boston Tea Party in the morning, with tour, museum, and gift shop. And don’t we look like a couple of old salts? LOL!
The tour was fun and informative at times (interactive opening “town meeting” in which we were all assigned roles, great guide who played his part well, and later, an AWESOME video that laid out the reasons for the unrest and an unflinching look at the consequences of the rebellious act) and really, really hokey at times (the reconstructed ship was great, but the fake tea boxes thrown overboard was a bit silly as was the weird looking mannequin in one of the berths).
There was a Disney-ish hologram presentation of two colonial women debating the issues (one a Torey, the other a Whig). The only known surviving wood tea box was on display, balanced on a corner with a light shining on it as it rotated under a glass dome. The exit, of course, is through the gift shop, where I found some nice Christmas gifts. Okay, let’s go picture crazy…
The Flag of New England (hint: there’s a pine tree on it):
Lunch was at the Barking Crab where I had a clam roll since I knew we were heading to a lobster dinner in Rockport. We stayed at my step-mother’s house (that’s her at the gate):
the kids stayed at a hotel overlooking a rocky beach washed clean by the Atlantic Ocean. We had Lobster casserole for dinner. That structure sticking up in the background is where they’re replacing a steeple on a church. First they had to extract a couple of cannon balls embedded in its side, though:
A good portion of the town turned out for the steeple raising.
A house dating back to the 1700s is being restored. Notice the width of the boards.
Hmmmm…found another steeple raising:
Okay, I promise the next post will not be so picture heavy!