To Be in Boston...

Like the war for independence, our historical adventure began in Boston. On a wet, rainy yet warm day, we walked the Freedom Trail. Intuitively, one would think the Freedom Trail is a way to follow the footsteps of our forefathers. In reality, it is a literally a red brick line imbedded in the sidewalk leading you to the tourist sights. We loved it. The kids felt a measure of freedom and control since we allowed them to direct us through the city. I enjoyed seeing all of the sights as we walked along. We saw the Boston Common, Old & New Massachusetts State House, Granary Graveyard, several churches and meetinghouses where liberty was discussed at large, the Paul Revere House, the Old North Church and the Constitution, the oldest commissioned warship still afloat. It was a great day, but it would have been slightly better without the rain. Despite our preparations, by the end of the day we were soaked.

Our stay in Boston was brief, we departed the following day. We drove to Lexington and Concord where the first battles of the Revolutionary War took place. We loved to see the fall colors. The forests weren’t ablaze with color, but there was the occasional red, orange or golden tree that would pop out of the sea of green surrounding it. I enjoyed the drive through the forest covered countryside to Sturbridge Massachussetts where we saw a working early 19^th century village. We enjoyed seeing the farmer’s wife preserve the summer’s crop, watching the blacksmith pound the metal while sending sparks flying, and the sawmill smoothly and consistently knaw through a log without the use of electricity. But the most intriguing operation was the apple press. We couldn’t decide if we liked it or not. The smell was sweet and savory, yet pungent and rotten. It was warm and sticky, yet unsanitary and disgusting. We were fascinated with the process, yet revolted at the thought of actually consuming the product! It was a very educational day at the Old Sturbridge Village!