Books, Boats, and Busts

Six states.  Fifteen historic sites and museums.  Two interactive factory tours.  One visit with family.  All were part of a wild first two weeks of July.

My brother and sister-in-law visited earlier this month, my brother for the first week and my sister-in-law for both weeks (the last week was part of a requested “history tour” where we visited most of those fifteen sites and museums).  They arrived on Saturday, June 29 and spent a few days visiting with members of my father’s family who live in the Harrisburg area before trekking north to Mansfield.  Their first stop on Tuesday was at the Peter J. McGovern Little League Museum in South Williamsport, PA, which has been remodeled since I visited it last August during the Peanuts exhibit.  That afternoon, we traveled to Leonard Harrison State Park, home of the Pennsylvania Grand Canyon (it’s smaller and a lot greener right now than the one in Arizona).  On Wednesday, we went to the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum in Cooperstown, New York, exploring baseball history (it, too, has changed since my last visit in June 2000—also during a Peanuts exhibit).

The reason why I wore #8 when playing softball.

The reason why I wore #8 when playing softball.

The travels from Mansfield commenced on July 4, which was spent at Knoebels Amusement Resort, home to the best amusement park food in the world.  That day, Knoebels celebrated the 100th “birthday” of the Grand Carousel with free carousel rides (which they enjoyed, and she grabbed several brass rings).  We missed the parade (which passed on the other side of the park), they rode the roller coasters (enjoyed Phoenix more than Twister), and visited the three museums in the park (Carousel Museum, Miners Museum, and Knoebels History Museum).  We also saw live bald eagles at the park.

Two bald eagles behind the fence

Two bald eagles behind the fence

On Friday, we visited the Julius Sturgis original factory in Lititz, learning how to make pretzels the old-fashioned way…by hand.  The plan was to go to Dorney Park, but another 95 degree day changed those plans.

My attempt to make a pretzel by hand

My attempt to make a pretzel by hand

Saturday was the “visit family” day, as we visited with my uncle Wayne’s family (our World War II sailor boy), including my cousin Terry (who is Wayne’s primary caregiver), cousin Scott, and Terry’s family.  Sunday we rode the Strasburg Railroad and explored the Turkey Hill Experience (highly recommended for children—and you get free ice cream and iced tea/lemonade) before heading to Baltimore, where my brother would fly back to Houston.

Corn maze along route of Strasburg Railroad...the train to Paradise.

Corn maze along route of Strasburg Railroad…the train to Paradise.

The “history tour” began in earnest on Monday morning with a stop at Mount Vernon on the way to Williamsburg.  I had previously visited Mount Vernon (back in June 1975 on the way back from a family trip to Pennsylvania), but the interpretive focus had changed considerably since then.  The house was pretty much unchanged (here is where Washington died, here is the piano Sally played, etc.), but the outbuildings had a much stronger interpretive focus.  Exhibits now acknowledge the existence of slavery on the plantation.  In the education center, Washington comes to life through interactive exhibits (oooh, look at the brightly colored and lighted map that shows how the French & Indian War was the first truly global war).

Battles of the French & Indian War light up on the map

Battles of the French & Indian War light up on the map

Not only wouldn't they let me take pictures inside Mount Vernon, but I also couldn't take a photo of Washington's false teeth.  Bummer.

Not only wouldn’t they let me take pictures inside Mount Vernon, but I also couldn’t take a photo of Washington’s false teeth. Bummer.

The next two days were spent at Colonial Williamsburg, which I had visited last summer.  This time, I was able to go on the house tours this time, as my physically limited mother either stayed at the hotel (first day) or people-watched at the visitor center (second day).  The inside tours were quite interesting, as the costumed interpreters and guides provided a semi-first person account of the family who lived there during the 18th century or allowed the visitors to participate in activities (the first day, my sister-in-law and I were part of the action in a civil court, and the second day we helped “storm the palace” in response to Royal Governor Lord Dunmore removing gunpowder from the magazine to ships along James River).

Drummer summoning the mob to get ready to storm the Governor's Palace.  First time I've been a part of an aborted rebellion.

Drummer summoning the mob to get ready to storm the Governor’s Palace. First time I’ve been a part of an aborted rebellion.

Following Colonial Williamsburg, we journeyed to Historic Jamestowne, part of Colonial National Historical Park.  It had changed since I visited last year; they were now doing archaeological excavations outside the church (and the church where the House of Burgesses first met in 1619 was closed for restoration).  This time, I ventured to the Archaearium, which has exhibits on some of the discoveries made, including the original foundation of the State House and Jane, who became a meal during the starving time after her demise.

Horse uncovered during excavation outside church.  Probably a casualty during Starving Time.

Horse uncovered during excavation outside church. Probably a casualty during Starving Time.

The next stop on the history tour was Monticello, Thomas Jefferson’s home.  Photos were not permitted on the first floor, so I can’t show you how Jefferson fit his bed into an alcove in order to save space (nor Jefferson’s polygraph, an 18th century Xerox machine).  The tour guide was definitely old school, as he asserted that Jefferson’s relationship with Sally Hemings were mere speculation, yet the basement/cellar area of the home included some interesting exhibits on slave life on Jefferson’s plantation.

Jefferson was a smart man, but fortunately he miscalculated for his 7 day clock--otherwise, I would not have been able to take a picture.

Jefferson was a smart man, but fortunately he miscalculated for his 7 day clock–otherwise, I would not have been able to take a picture.

Back in Pennsylvania, we spent a rainy day at Gettysburg National Military Park and Eisenhower National Historic Site.  It definitely is worth the price to take the shuttle bus to the Eisenhower Farm, the only home owned by the 34th President of the United States.  From the outside, it looks like a typical farmhouse, but the interior definitely represents the life of someone who held great influence on world events.  Without a doubt, it’s also the only farm in Adams County that includes its own putting green.

The presidential putting green

The presidential putting green

Back at Gettysburg, the visitor center is celebrating the 150th anniversary of the battle with a new exhibit (“Treasures of the Civil War”) that focuses on the leaders of both Union (Army of the Potomac) and Confederate (Army of Northern Virginia) forces.  Because of the weather, we didn’t do the entire auto tour, but we did locate the Texas monument at the battlefield (which is considerably smaller than the Pennsylvania monument).

Texas Monument.  Ca. 7 feet tall.

Texas Monument. Ca. 7 feet tall.

Me at the Pennsylvania Monument (I'm 5'8").

Me at the Pennsylvania Monument (I’m 5’8″).

The final day of my sister-in-law’s history tour took us to two places I have visited several times:  Daniel Boone Homestead (where I worked as a “Government Service Intern” during the summer of 1986, long before that title took on other connotations during the Clinton administration) and Valley Forge National Historical Park.  At Daniel Boone Homestead, we arrived early enough to get a personal tour conducted by one of my students who is working there as an intern this summer, and they even opened up one of the buildings for me to take pictures.

Nothing like going down a staircase sideways because the steps are narrow and winding.

Nothing like going down a staircase sideways because the steps are narrow and winding.

By the time we got to Valley Forge, it was extremely hot, so my sister-in-law opted to watch the orientation video (which apparently has not changed since when I saw it in 1978, based on her description of it), then we took the auto tour of the park.  After all, it is hard to envision Washington’s army suffering in the cold and damp weather when it’s 98 degrees outside.

So, back to the title of this blog.  Books—bought lots of them, including a New Testament that has parallel text in Pennsylvania German and English at the Lancaster Mennonite Historical Society.  Boats—one of the purchases made at the gift shop at Monticello was a cloth version of Lewis and Clark’s boat from their expedition (including a dog and Sacajawea).  Busts—my office will soon include a lovely bust of Benjamin Franklin, which was purchased at Valley Forge.  I’d move him there now, but I’m afraid he would start sweating in the 90+ degree temperatures there (the heat has already led to bobble head of one of the Founding Fathers becoming unglued from the base).  And the cell phone that bounced its way across Main Street in Mansfield on July 4 and was rescued by a good Samaritan (who then called my home to alert me of its location) is still working.  The case is a bit scuffed, but I don’t need an Otter box to protect my Windows phone.

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History Professor. Baseball fan. Author of two books, one of which I force my students to buy and read. You want me on your Trivial Pursuit team.
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