Colonial Williamsburg

It was late in the afternoon when we arrived.  We thought we might locate the visitor's center to scope out the next day's entry point.  That done, we decided on an eatery called Second St Bistro.  Yes, it was located on Second Street.  Letty ordered french onion soup and a wedge salad.  She said the soup was about the best she had ever had. The salad was quite large.  I ordered one of their specialty burgers.  I gasped when it arrived.  Letty estimated it was 5" high.  8 oz of meat; 1/4" lettuce; dill pickles; enough pimiento cheese to sink a battleship; and cole slaw of the side.  It was outstanding - it was more than enough!!  Brenda must have eaten too much too as she belched on the way home.  I realized we were driving out in the country and she wasn't telling me how to get back to the motel.   I turned her off and started her again.  She took us back, but we went almost 20 miles out of the way.

This morning we went early to the visitor's center.  Before we hit Colonial Village, we decided to see a 30 minute movie on the conditions in Williamsburg leading up to the Declaration of Independence.  Then out in the village, we attended a visit of, and speech by, Martha Washington.  She was well received by the townspeople (us).  Next we attended a speech by a freed slave, minister of a 500 member Baptist church; preceded by and interspersed with warnings from his wife and a congregation member that pending freedom from England would not result in freedom from slavery.  We wandered up and down the streets and visited some shops, stores, and the Palace of the Crown Governor.  That was impressive!

Our visit to Colonial Williamsburg ended with a presentation of the music of the African born slaves on a tobacco plantation.  Their music wasn't for entertainment, it was to deal with the miseries of living the lives of slaves.  The interesting thing was the group (some 50 of us) was included in the presentation.  We sang the songs and did the dances of the slaves.  The scene was on a reproduced farm of the time.  The last dance number was one of the crowd leading the rest in whatever type dance they chose.  The program narrator/instructor lady chose many from the crowd in turn to do their stuff.  This writer was one who turned his baseball cap backwards and got it on.  Got some compliments afterwards from some of the kids!  Quite a day.

Tomorrow we head for Pennsylvania for a couple of days visit with my older brother.  Will post again soon.  blessings to all!