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What a nice description of the Yorktown Battlefield. I've never been (that I remember -- perhaps as a kid on a field trip that I've forgotten), but I should go as an adult sometime.
Would you like to knit woollens a bit longer? Come visit me in snowy Southern Alberta! I just came in from shovelling my walk. This is not what an April morning is s'posed to be like -- even in the foothills of the Canadian Rockies!!
By Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Monday, April 02, 2007 We never did get to Richmond. We didn’t even start out in that direction. Instead we went down to the Yorktown Battlefield for a look around. I hadn’t been there since 1981. Lawsee, Reagan was president then, that cold October afternoon, and was the commemorative speaker at the bicentennial celebrations. That day the park was filled with tourists and we had to park at a shopping center in Gloucester and take a bus over the Coleman Bridge across the York River. Not this time. There were a nice number of visitors - spring break families, mostly - with little boys who fought as ghost soldiers in among the readouts and girls who crawled into a hollow tree that was big enough for me to stand up inside. The park service guide told a gripping tale - he had a very thin sharp face - quite the English face, I might say - and at first he looked a bit unctuous. But as he began to speak he burst into passion and brought vividly to life scenes of bravery and victory. Once we began to walk about, avid little children clustered around him and his smile was all sunshine and delight over his success at touching off the spark of history in them. The museum display is quite good. There is a human sized model of a warship that you can walk through, with appropriately sloping decks, low and cramped just a little. You can almost get a bit of seasickness if you aren’t careful. They also have some of Washington’s campaign tents; the sleeping marquee and the dining marquee. They’re set up in a large glassed display case that is indented so that you can walk just inside the dining marquee and get a sense of what it was like to be campaigning with the Continental Army. That was the most thrilling thing for me. Alas, we’d gotten such a late start we didn’t have time to linger in the gift shop - I adore museum gift shops because they give you such good ideas for books. I usually wander through with pen and paper and come back to the library with a shopping list. The day grew blustery and grey after 5, as we walked across the actual battlefield. The park itself is quite large. The driving tour is 9 miles, but that takes in a lot of Virginia wilderness where the huge support encampments were located; the cooks, the hospitals, the camp followers. We never did get a chance to walk into Yorktown itself, though it is only a few hundred yards from the museum. The sun was chasing us away. But we’ll go back and take the rest of the tour one day soon. Dinner was steak in Williamsburg - though Saturday night in springtime is always a difficult time to find a place to eat. Not that there aren’t hundreds of eateries along Rt. 60, but you know how it is - invariably the place you are looking for is the one everyone else wants to find, too. We didn't sit down till after 8. It was midnight before we got home, to be greeted by 5 very hungry dogs. 5 hairy hungry dogs at that. Lawsee I did some vacuuming yesterday. By 1 o’clock TheCastle was spick and span and I could sit down and do taxes. Ugh. I don’t really mind doing taxes, but with BD as my partner, oh my! I love that man. But he itemized all the costs of his latest book under Misc. Expenses. I nearly died. Thank god for accountants. The last part of the day held knitting content. I’ve been working on sock techniques in preparation for my upcoming class. The main technique will be the 2 circular method and that can take an hour or no time at all. I have 2 hours to fill and I would love to teach the afterthought heel, since it’s such a fun thing to do with self-striping yarns. I would also love to teach the knitted on provisional cast on with ribbing done in k1p1. I’m completely intrigued by the process and the results, but I’m just not sure there will be time. What I know is that sometime this week I have to write the handouts that go with this class. So. It is a Monday. A glorious blue sky Monday in April. I must bid good-bye to long snugly cold days of woolen knitting winter. I never feel as free to just knit all day after the equinox. I haven’t done any spinning all winter, but springtime is a time to spin. I’m released from KipFee obligations. Once I’m back from Staunton, I’ll have 2 weeks with nothing on the needles, at least, nothing with a deadline. I believe I shall pull out that lovely Border Leicester I bought from J last February and see what Bella can do with it. But for now - it’s off to work I go ... heigh ho. posted by Bess | 7:32 AM |
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