I woke early on December 27, ready to pack some lunches, fill some water bottles, and get anyone willing to head out to Colonial Williamsburg for some Christmas fun. I made omelets for breakfast, tons of PB & J and turkey sandwiches to take for lunch, and also made up the turkey filling part of what would become turkey enchiladas that night. By this time, others had begun waking up, and we were out the door and ready to go at 10am. After an endless wait in line to purchase sampler tickets, we headed out to the town on the shuttle bus and enjoyed a day in the colonial city, learning about the history of this beautifully preserved town. Luckily, my mother felt well enough to come along, although my father stayed behind to tidy the room and have some quiet time. From here on out, it’s pictures on this one, folks – I’ll simply say we purchased a sampler ticket as we had one day and small children, and the sampler lets you get into one family house, two trade shops, and the gaol (jail). That, plus wandering the streets, was enough for us!
Kids waiting in line for ticketsWalking around the townLovely winter gardens, very English-style, plus a cute momThe wreaths were fetching, all made of various natural and agricultural elementsIn front of . . . a building? One of the bigger buildings. I forget which one. Perhaps the courthouse?The colonial flag. I presume.Another wreath ideaMore English-style winter gardensThe main streetCloseup of the gaol doorLocked up!Bulls blood beets.Sassy sister. Her daughter comes by it honest.The boys helped set the table in the one family home we were able to enter. They also fetched wood. Pretty cute. They are much more eager to do chores for strangers than for their mother.Carefully setting the table. I loved the painted wood floor as well.Playing with the simple colonial toys, by the fireplaceCraiggy loves to sweepDon’t take my broom, momColonial bed. Looks as messy as mine.We lost the Prof in this map a while.Mother daughter/mother daughter. (My mother, my sister, my niece).Hannah – also called Hannaby by her cousins, as her name is Hannah Beatrice – also got some shoulder rides as well. She just turned one, but has been walking for months. She now climbs onto precarious perches. She’s a lot of fun.The Governor’s Palace – eventually everyone else went home and the Prof and I were able to stay behind and see a few extra things, as my mother got a military special pass. We toured this place together.Wreath No. 3.Our tour guide was really pretty mesmerizing – here she tells us about the weapons mounted all over the front hall.The Palace from the back.Bruton Parish Church, which we missed seeing by just a few minutes.
