Showing posts with label Connecticut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Connecticut. Show all posts

Saturday, July 22, 2017

A Taste of Europe

Chrumky!  Horalky!  Maggi!  Kofola!  Banany!

If you want Central European food, it helps to be somewhere Central European immigrants have congregated.  California and South Carolina are not those places; New York, Connecticut and Pennsylvania are.  Between the Taste of Europe in Norwalk and the Czestochowa gift shop in Doylestown, we were able to stock up on some old favorites.

Above is most of what we brought back (I'd already eaten my Banany, and I've since finished the other bottle of Kofola that was in the fridge at the time of this picture).  The two gold-wrapped Prince Polo wafers and the bags of herbal drops are from Czestochowa, while everything else is from Taste of Europe.

Prince Polo (in the gold wrappers at the front) is a brand of wafers made in Cieszyn, Poland.  European wafers are like the sugar wafers you get here in the States, but much better; they're wider, often covered with chocolate, and filled with things like hazelnut or peanut.

Verbena brand herbal drops (right) are made in Slovakia.  They're a hard drop with a soft center, as you can kind of see on the package's illustration.  We got two flavors: pinia and lipa.  The former really does taste like a pine tree, while lipa, which means linden, is harder to explain.  It's almost floral and a little citrusy. 

Horalky (front) is a Slovak wafer; this one has peanut filling, and the chocolate only coats the edges of the wafer.

I've discussed chrumky (back, left) before.  This isn't my preferred Slovak brand, but I'm sure they'll be quite satisfactory.

Maggi (the dark glass bottles with red-and-yellow labels) is a sodium-rich condiment that complements things like stews well.  I think we just got these two bottles because they're so much bigger than any others we've seen before.

Banany (not pictured) is a sweet that consists of a banana-flavored and -shaped jelly covered in chocolate.  Normally I'm not a fan of banana-flavored anything, and the jelly is a little gritty, but for some reason I really like it.

And Studentska bars (left) are the best chocolate bars in existence.  They're most similar to Cadbury Fruit & Nut bars, in that they are a slab of chocolate studded with nuts, in this case peanuts, and dried fruit.  Studentska adds little bits of jelly, almost like Turkish delight, to the mix.  They're available in many fruit flavors, including pear, raspberry, and cherry, though the original is raisin, and dark, milk, or white chocolate.  They're also one of the easiest things to mail from Slovakia, so I've gotten them as presents from my kids before.

Just as it's always a delight to find Slovak food in North America, it's always a bit of a shock to see how expensive things are here in comparison to there.  But I think every once in a while a special treat is worth the cost.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

The Fish Church

We took a drive up the coast and back the other week, so I'll be posting some selected sights and sites from that.  The posts will be in no particular order.

First Presbyterian is only a few blocks from the Wedge Inn in Stamford, and I'm incredulous that I'd never been here before.  Known as the "Fish Church" (though it was purportedly not meant to be pesciform*), it was designed by Wallace K. Harrison in the '50s.  From the outside one can only tell that the building is a bit oddly shaped for a church; upon entering its uniqueness becomes much more evident.  The sanctuary is made of concrete, with vaguely triangular stained glass panels comprising the walls of the front half of the fish.  My pictures didn't turn out very well as even with the glass the church is fairly dim.  It's an interesting place to visit if you've got a little free time in Stamford, but I'm not sure I would make a special trip there just to see it.

 

 

*If this is not in fact a cromulent word for "fish-shaped" then it should be. ↩

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

The Most Ancient Towne

Kit's heart sank.  This was Wethersfield!  Just a narrow sandy stretch of shoreline, a few piles sunk in the river with rough planking for a platform.  Out of the mist jutted a row of cavernous wooden structures that must be warehouses, and beyond that the dense, dripping green of fields and woods. 
 
 Thank you, public television!

When I traced how I found out about a recent destination, the source was a program aired on Connecticut Public Television sometime late last year.  I somewhat flippantly thought to myself, 'Thanks, PBS!' but then I considered that "Rick Steves Europe," not to mention "Doc Martin" and all of the thousand British crime shows we watch, air only on PBS stations.  So, in all sincerity, thank you, public television.  And if you're in a position to do so, please support your local station(s) so they can keep providing educational, informational, entertaining content.

I heard about Wethersfield, Connecticut, because of its cemetery.  My aunts saw a program about it in the fall or winter and visited in December, sending me a few photos of graves there.  With the weather finally nice, I decided to drive down on a Sunday afternoon.  I invited the aunts to meet me there, and they agreed, though I showed up earlier for two reasons: it's a shorter drive for me, since the town is not far at all from Hartford, and I wanted ample time to explore the cemetery without having to worry about them waiting for me.

At least it looked solid and respectable, compared to the cabins they had passed.  Two and a half stories it stood, gracefully proportioned, with leaded glass windows and clapboards weathered to a silvery gray.

I didn't do much reading-up before I went, but I'm glad I at least looked at the Historic Wethersfield website, because it clued me in to an important thing.  On Broad Street, near the cemetery and a block or two from Main Street, there is a house called the Buttolph-Williams House.  It looks fairly unremarkable, just three stories of dark-weathered wood and a few windows, but it was the inspiration for the family home in Elizabeth George Speare's The Witch of Blackbird Pond.  It's been so long since I read it that I hadn't realized that the book was set in colonial Wethersfield, so it was fun to go see the town and those buildings and homes that likely would have been around at the time Kit lived there.  (This write-up was delayed by the fact that it was harder than it ought to have been to procure a copy of the book to see how Kit described the town.)

The long rows of onions looked endless, their sharp green shoots already half hidden by encroaching weeds.

Considered one of Connecticut's very first towns, Wethersfield was also the home to Silas Deane, a diplomat during the Revolution, and Washington and Rochambeau met up there to plan the battle of Yorktown (which did not happen at the Yorktown in New York, as we thought, but at the one in Virginia).  With all of this history and culture, it's no surprise that the town's emblem is a red onion.  Apparently the Wethersfield red was for many years an integral part of the local economy.

The town also has the Grand High DMV of Connecticut (a.k.a. the department's state headquarters).  It is very much the most stately DMV building I've ever seen.

As promised, the cemetery had a bunch of colonial graves.  It was also interesting to see the newer markers near some graves noting in which wars the deceased had fought, because they were not limited to the Revolution; they included the War of 1812, the Civil War, and such lesser-known conflicts as Queen Anne's War and King George War, parts of larger European conflicts carried out in their colonies.  Other somewhat unusual bits of note: the grave of a Mr. Boyssou de Monplaisir of Guadaloupe, the names Salmon North and Zechariah Bunce, and the number of skulls that look like concerned lightbulbs.

It's fun to drive or walk around the historic neighborhoods and admire the 18th- and 19th-century houses.  Though this bed and breakfast isn't that historic, it is really beautiful.  Wethersfield was quaint and perfect for a pleasant Sunday afternoon out.


Saturday, April 23, 2016

Gravestone Onomastics

Recently I decided that a fun project would be to create a list of all of the legible names from tombstones that I've photographed around here.  I actually made a spreadsheet listing surname, maiden name, given name(s), honorific or rank, spouse's name, parents' names, year of death, age at death, and the cemetery and state; the dates were to note when the name would have been given.  Then I didn't know what to do with my spreadsheet, and while it may not be completely on-topic here, it's the best place I have to put it.

There are 466 individuals from graves in 11 cemeteries: Wethersfield (Connecticut; to be written up in the near future), South Hadley, Old Hadley, Amherst, Maplewood in Springfield, Calvary in Holyoke, East Parish Burying Ground in Newton, and Copp's Hill, King's Chapel, Granary and Central Burying Grounds in Boston.

This list is not at all comprehensive; it's only based on what I could decipher while embiggening on my photos (though I was kind of shocked at how detailed some of them were, even when zoomed in). I did not set any strict cut-off dates, so these date from about 1630 to about 1920--all 11 of the Winthrops, spanning almost three centuries, are on the same stone--though the majority are from the 18th century. I also listed every spelling variant separately. Of course "Abigail" and "Abigaile" are basically the same, as are "Lowel" and "Lowell," but if the point is to make an amateur study of the names, those variants can be noteworthy. The names are given in descending order of frequency.

Female Given Names Male Given Names Surnames
Mary (34) John (30) Smith (13)
Elizabeth (19) Samuel (25) Warner (12)
Sarah (18) William (17) Winthrop (11)
Abigail (12) Thomas (13) Griswold (10)
Hannah (7) Joseph (12) Buck (8)
Rebecca (7) Jonathan (9) Cook (8)
Anne (6) James (8) Montague (8)
Ann (5) David (6) Day (7)
Lydia (5) Benjamin (5) Stillman (7)
Ruth (5) Edward (5) Wolcott (7)
Eunice (4) Isaac (5) Dickinson (6)
Rebekah (4) Ebenezer (4) Fuller (6)
Anna (3) George (4) Green (6)
Elisabeth (3) Josiah (4) Beadle (5)
Huldah (3) Moses (4) Deming (5)
Jerusha (3) Stephen (4) Hanmer (5)
Martha (3) Elisha (3) May (5)
Mehetable (3) Enos (3) Parker (5)
Deliverance (2) Henry (3) Ward (5)
Eliza (2) Timothy (3) Williams (5)
Harriet (2) Adam (2) Bernard (4)
Lucy (2) Daniel (2) Blin (4)
Miriam (2) Eleazer (2) Goodman (4)
Polly (2) Elias (2) Goodrich (4)
Prudence (2) Francis (2) Moody (4)
Sally (2) Joshua (2) Nash (4)
Susannah (2) Michael (2) Porter (4)
Abiah Nathan (2) Robbins (4)
Abigaile Peter (2) Wells (4)
Annah Robert (2) Woodhouse (4)
Azubah Seth (2) Wright (4)
Barbara Aaron Chapin (3)
Betsy Abraham Crane (3)
Beulah Alvin Dix (3)
Billisent Ansell Hale (3)
Bridget Ashbel Hall (3)
Caroline Boyssou Hammond (3)
Catherine Caleb Hide (3)
Charlotte Charles Judd (3)
Chloe Chow Skinner (3)
Deborah Christopher Stoddard (3)
Desire Crafts Treat (3)
Dorcas Crispus Welles (3)
Editha Elihu White (3)
Elizebeth Elijah Woodbridge (3)
Emily Eliphas Alvord (2)
Esther Ephraim Ayres (2)
Experience Ephriam Ballard (2)
Grace Fitz John Belding (2)
Hopestill Hezekiah Bingham (2)
Jean Hiram Bordman (2)
Jemima Humphrey Bryant (2)
Johana Jabez Butler (2)
Johanah Jacob Chester (2)
Julia Jahleel Clap (2)
Katherine Joel Copp (2)
Kezia Jotham Drew (2)
Lucretia Lemuel Fox (2)
Mabel Leonard Francis (2)
Marcy Levi Franklin (2)
Margaret Loomis Harkness (2)
Maria Lorenze Harrison (2)
Meriam Lowell Holland (2)
Naomi Luke Hopkins (2)
Olive Martin Lewis (2)
Patience Mathew Lowell (2)
Phebey Matthew Merritt (2)
Rachel Nathanael Mitchell (2)
Roxa Parsons Moodey (2)
Sabra Patrick Mountague (2)
Seferanna Paul Murdock (2)
Susanna Philip Parkman (2)
Tamesin Prince Peirce (2)
Thankful Robart Pitman (2)
Thankfull Roger Preston (2)
Ruggles Russell (2)
Salmon Sampson (2)
Solomon Scoot (2)
Sylvanus Standish (2)
Thadeus Trowbridge (2)
Wait Still Varney (2)
Walter Willes (2)
Zechariah Winsor (2)
Woodward (2)
Worthylake (2)
Adams
Archer
Armstrong
Arnold
Attucks
Balston
Barns
Blake
Boltwood
Boyes
Brewster
Brown
Bulkley
Bunce
Burrough
Bush
Buttolph
Byles
Caldwell
Carr
Cheevers
Cheney
Church
Clark
Cogswell
Crouch
Cutler
Davis
Dawes
Demery
de Monplaisir
Dolbeare
Doubelde
Downe
Dwyt
Dyar
Dyke
Eastbrook
Eaton
Ellis
Elliott
Eustis
Fosdick
Foster
Frances
Gardner
Garrett
Gibbs
Giles
Gillburt
Gladding
Gleason
Goodwin
Gray
Greenough
Greenwood
Griswould
Hammatt
Hancock
Harris
Harvey
Hedge
Hollowell
Holmes
Holms
Hubbard
Hunt
Hurd
Hurlbut
Indicott
Jackson
Johnson
Kellogg
Kilborn
Kingsbury
Knock
Knowles
Labbe
Lamson
Lancelott
Latimer
Lee
Leonard
Long
Loring
Loud
Lowed
Lowel
MacCarty
Malcom
Man
Manderien
Marion
Marsh
Mather
Maverick
Maxwell
McKean
Newman
Nickols
North
Otis
Page
Pain
Park
Parsons
Pearce
Phillips
Pigeon
Raynolds
Revere
Rice
Richardson
Ridgaway
Ridgway
Riley
Rogers
Rowlandson
Sanborn
Sanders
Scollay
Seymour
Shannon
Shaw
Simpson
Snider
Sprague
Spring
Staples
Sterling
Swan
Tapping
Truesdell
Tryon
Tyler
Viburt
Voeax
Wakefield
Waterman
Waters
Watts
Webb
Wheat
Whitney
Wickam
Will
Winchester
Wiswall
Wiswel
Wollcott
Woster
Young

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Guilford

My family is fortunate that we don't need to depend on Black Friday's discounts to afford our shopping, and none of us (unless someone is harboring a secret desire otherwise) is keen on fighting crowds.  While some of us prefer to stay home and avoid the traffic and madness, Black Friday can be a good day to do local sightseeing.  Since we'd watched the miniseries "Saints & Strangers" the night before, visiting a place of similar vintage seemed a good idea.

Just after Thanksgiving dinner I often feel like I never want to eat again, but somehow on Friday I can always manage.  It's also hard to say no to lobster bisque, a fried scrod sandwich, and soft serve.  The sandwich could have used some tartar sauce, so please remind me to ask for it next time, but the lobster bisque was excellent.

The oldest house in Connecticut and the oldest stone house in New England dates to 1639.  The Henry Whitfield State Museum includes the house, a visitors' center, and an interactive/craft area.  The visitors' center, which includes the gift shop, had samples of colonial-era food, including pemmican (deer jerky) and cornbread.  There was also an exhibit on autumn holidays as they relate to the site.  Particularly of interest was the explanation of why the house isn't decorated for Christmas: the holiday was thought to be frivolous, and was often celebrated in ways that belied its religious significance.

The house, in which photography is not allowed, is fairly large, with two floors accessible to the public (I believe the guide said there is a cellar, and I don't know why there wouldn't be).  The artifacts on display were gathered from various sources and did not all belong to the Whitfield family.  Visitors enter through an anteroom, whose displays discuss the house's history and restoration, before stepping down into the great room.  This long hall shows the influence of European architecture, subtly reminding us that the early modern period was not so far from the Renaissance and even the Middle Ages.  There is a large fireplace on each end, particularly necessary when the room was partitioned into two; at one end there is a settle, a high-backed bench designed to trap heat around the sitter.  An interpreter there was dressed in a military outfit.  I'd hoped he would provide a wealth of information about the house, its original inhabitants, and their time, preferably with a period accent like those of the interpreters at Plimoth Plantation, but alas, this was not the case.  The upper floor has more displays of objects and things like looms and whatnot.  While I enjoyed it, I'm not sure the Whitfield House is a site that would stand many repeat visits, and were I taking children I would check to make sure there was an activity available that day.

On the way home we drove by Long Island Sound, and jumped out at a marina parking lot to enjoy the sunset.  On one side of the lot was this marshy area, with swathes of localized fog, while on the other side was the blue and pink and orange Sound. 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Not All My Friends Are Dead

With apologies to Avery Monsen and Jory John.

Back in October one of my friends posted on Facebook talking about a cemetery she was about to visit in Hartford.  It was, she said, where Katharine Hepburn is buried.  Not long after that I invited myself down to see her, and we managed to coax another friend from our college track team to make the drive from New York to join us.

The cemetery in question is Cedar Hill.  After having brunch Coach drove us there, and we left the car near the entrance.  The grounds are large, well-kept--though there were large drifts of leaves that were treacherous, as we couldn't tell what the ground did under them--and a bit hilly.  Though it was chilly and windy, it was a nice day for it; lots of leaves had fallen but some were still hanging on, and the Japanese maples throughout the grounds were particularly vivid.

One of the notable residents of Cedar Hill is Samuel Colt of firearms fame.  You can still see the Colt factory from I-91 as you drive through Hartford, so it's no big surprise that he's buried in the city.  His family's monument is made of pink stone, carved in Egyptian motifs and accented with bronze.  It's large, but not as ostentatious as some of the other monuments there.

On the other hand, you could miss the Hepburn family's plot if you weren't looking for it.  A large stone carved with the family name is all but hidden under two bushes; directly in front of it are the parents' plaques, set into the ground, and the four children's in front of that (Katharine's is second from left in the photo).  Each plaque is engraved simply with a name and dates, with no mention of occupation or achievements.  It's both admirable in its simplicity, and a little anticlimactic that such a famous woman has such a plain memorial.

Not far away is the tomb of J.P. Morgan.  The family's monument is big, and I'm sure it cost a hefty sum, but again, it's not as grandiose as I might have expected.  Then again, according to the visitors' guide, the monument is supposed to represent Morgan's "vision" of the Ark of the Covenant; I'm assuming by vision they mean idea, not revelation, but whatever the case, that does add that bit of extravagance and self-importance one might associate with someone like Morgan.

 Of course, there are lots of non-famous people buried there, some of whom have interesting headstones, memorials, or mausoleums. One that really stuck out was the Hanson family's.  I don't know who these particular Hansons are, but they've got two things going for them.  The first is that their monument features a carving based on Scandinavian runestones, and includes a runic inscription (though I will say that I think they ought to have chosen a different lettering style for the family name, as my opinion is that the one used doesn't fit well with the rest of the carving).  The second is that the monument is right in front of a pair of large and glorious threadleaf Japanese maples.  At any other time of year it probably wouldn't have been as striking, so we went at just the right time.

And then we went to an Irish pub and had some nachos with pastrami on and I had a really good cider.  When I grow up I want to be able to hang around in cemeteries and drink good cider all the time.

Monday, May 12, 2008

7th Grade Trip

I had the great good fortune last month to chaperone a week-long school trip to the northeast. "Surely you jest," you say. "Good fortune? This was not some kind of horrible punishment for taking weeks to write about a single event and owing the library a dollar for your new card?" Perhaps some years the trip would indeed have been a trial. However, when you have the sterling students we have this year, it was pretty great. Because they are kids, and not technically mine, I won't post any pictures with any of them in it, which takes out a good portion of my pictures; but rest assured, you will have photographs to peruse.

The lead teacher on the trip has a series of worksheets, one for every night, that the kids have to complete. The worksheets help them think about what they've seen, and later, when they work on their scrapbooks, remember all the places they went and what they did. I will now answer the questions from the worksheets. Rest assured I will be more thorough than the students were.

Day One
1. How was the flight? Was security as tough as you'd thought it would be? Did anyone do anything stupid?
Security was pretty reasonable, as far as security goes these days. We left on a Sunday night, which meant the airport wasn't too crowded and that helped. Unfortunately, once we got through security, one of the girls lost her school ID, and one of the boys lost his entire wallet. Luckily for him, the lead teacher had most of his spending money. On the bright side, while we were waiting, we saw Charo get off a plane, which was kind of cool.
The flight itself was not too bad. I got a window seat, for which I was thankful, because I don't like having to get up if other people in my row have to go to the bathroom. Furthermore, the middle seat was empty, so I got to stretch my legs. Some of the students apparently forgot the injunction against flash photography on the airplane, and since I wasn't sitting with them, all I could do was snap my fingers and hiss at them not to use the flash. We took a redeye and landed at Logan around 6:30, and immediately started touring--after stopping at a Dunkin Donuts in Lynn, Massachusetts, that is.

2. What was the first thing you noticed about Boston? Give me your visual impressions.
The very first thing I noticed when we landed was how interchangeable airports are. Waiting for our coach outside, we could have been almost anywhere, had that place been cool and overcast and we could see our breath. Massachusetts is a lot like Connecticut, obviously, in terms of geography and topography. And everything looks older than it does back home.

3. What did you have for dinner? How was it?
At Longfellow's Wayside Tavern we had salad, rolls, pot roast, green beans, mashed potatoes, and apple pie. Some of the rolls were white bread and some were cornbread and some were brown bread, which is what I had. The mashed potatoes were very creamy and good, and the pot roast was really nice.

4. What was the best thing you did today? Okay, what was the best educational thing you did today?
Most of the kids put that eating dinner and/or going to sleep was the best thing they did. We went to the House of the Seven Gables of Hawthorne fame, and saw a play about the supernatural at the Griffen Theater in Salem; we visited Orchard House, where Louisa May Alcott lived; we drove by Thoreau's cabin and Walden Pond; we drilled the militia on Lexington Common, and one of the boys read Ralph Waldo Emerson's "Concord Hymn" in front of the memorial at Concord Bridge; we stopped by Fenway Park. At all the Revolutionary War sites it's amazing to think that a bunch of farmers and tradesmen defeated one of the most powerful armies in the world at the time.
Concord Bridge with the monument; behind me is the minuteman statue.

5. Do people look and dress the same here as they do on our side of the country?
Nope. But I wore the same jeans for 36 hours, and let me tell you, it was amazing to change into my pajamas and fall asleep in Brookline.

Day Two
1. How tired were you this morning? Was it jet lag or did you stay up late chatting?
I wasn't too tired, because we got to bed around 10:30 and woke up around 7. That's a fair amount of sleep. We called home before bed, and I read Johnny Tremain, which is the book I brought with me. I hadn't read it in a while, and I figured it would be good to read in Boston.

2. Is the harbor in Boston anything like the one in [the nearest major port city at home]? How are they the same? How are they different?
First off, we went to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast again this morning, and some of the girls talked to some real Bostonians. Their accents were great. I was proud of the girls for talking to them politely, and the girls learned a lot just from their short conversation.
Of course they're different. Things in Boston seem to be built right up to the water more--there are more condos on what looked to be former piers than here, where things seem to build up more gradually.

3. Could you imagine Massachusetts back in the Beyond the Burning Time era? Why or why not?
I've never read Beyond the Burning Time, although I have read The Witch of Blackbird Pond and The Crucible, so I'll insert those two for the former. In some places it's easier to imagine than others. Salem, for example, still has a lot of old houses, which makes it easier. Lexington Common and Concord Bridge are still pretty much the same as they were during the Revolution. But the place where the Boston Massacre happened is now in the middle of an intersection, and there was a guy breakdancing in front of Faneuil Hall. That sort of thing makes it difficult. (Along the same lines, if it were possible, I'd love to see Manhattan go from woodlands to colony to city to metropolis, in fast motion.)

4. Who did you sit with today? Did they stay awake?
Best student response: "Sit? Ha!" We didn't have the bus at all, so there wasn't much of an opportunity to fall asleep anywhere.

5. Were you a Patriot or a Loyalist in Tea is Brewing? How did you feel about your side? Could you understand the opposing side's point of view?
Tea is Brewing is an interactive program at the Old South Meeting House, where colonists met to discuss what they would do in response to the tea tax. Half the kids were Patriots and half were Loyalists; each was assigned a card with the name of a real person and his opinion on whether or not the cargo of tea should be unloaded and sold in Boston. Some of the Patriots were Sam Adams (pictured), Joseph Warren, and William Molineux; the only Loyalist I can remember was Francis Rotch, who owned the Dartmouth, one of the ships forced to wait in the harbor. Governor Hutchinson wouldn't let the Dartmouth, the Beaver, and the Eleanor return to England, and the Patriots wouldn't let the ships unload. Finally, at the end of a meeting in December 1773, Samuel Adams said, "This meeting can do nothing more to save the country." This was the signal for the Sons of Liberty to destroy the tea.
Although I didn't take part, I could see both sides' points of view. Everyone pretty much roots for the Patriots, because we won, and I do believe taxation without representation is unfair. On the other hand, the tax was only three pence per pound, which was not unbearable, and it did suck for the merchants, especially Rotch, who was only 23 at the time. Ultimately, though, it was the principle and not the three pence that was important. "Boston Harbor a teapot tonight!"

6. What was your favorite thing today? (Extra points if it's insightful and educational.)
Being by/on the water. Specific to Boston, the USS Constitution, and especially when we got a cute young sailor to take pictures with one of the girls while we sang her "Happy Birthday." Then seeing things like Old North Church and Old South Meeting House and Boston Common, places we all read about in history. Eating Boston cream pie at Quincy Market for lunch, and walking around the Common and the Public Gardens.
GO CELTICS, BEAT LA!

Day Three
1. Last night I slept
A. Like a brick!
B. Fitfully, that bathtub is hard and cold
C. OK, but I miss my own bed
D. Sleep? Who could sleep with my roommates' snoring!
Those silly boys absolutely could not have more than one person per bed, so when we went around for room check there was always one little nest on the floor.

2. On the bus ride I
A. Saw many interesting things
B. Got really queasy
C. Fell asleep
D. All of the above

3. What did you think of Plimoth Plantation? Could you have lived there?
I really like living history things, so I thought it was cool. Part of it is the Wampanoag village, where Wampanoag people dress in old-fashioned clothing and do old-fashioned things, but they're not pretending to be anyone from the past. It was interesting to see American Indians in buckskin clothes making porridge and shaping a canoe, but talking with outrageous Massachusetts accents. One of the older women was kind of belligerent with the stupid schoolkids (not ours) asking her stupid questions; she kept saying things like "Use your brain."
Another part of Plimoth was the colonial village. There, the reenactors dress in 17th-century clothing, talk in old school accents, and portray actual colonists. The houses are all wooden, and pretty simple, and they have goats and cows and little gardens. The meeting house has a great view, as it's at the top of a hill. It would be daunting to live there as a colonist--so much unknown and so much hard work. But I could totally do it if I had to.
Furthermore, one of my college friends teaches middle school in New York, and she was on a school trip with her kids at the same time, and we ran into each other in the cafeteria. It was kind of surreal, but cool.

4. What is one important fact about Newport?
It's where I was born!

5. Whose "cottage" did you visit today? Why is it called a cottage?
We went to the Breakers, the Vanderbilts' summer cottage. It's a cottage because it only has 70 rooms, as opposed to the 150-some at their Manhattan mansion, located where Bergdorf Goodman currently is. The Vanderbilts only used the Breakers four to 10 weeks a year during the summer. It was built in the style of an Italian villa, with a loggia on the back that during the summer is open to the backyard. Some of the rooms are in French style, some are Italian, all are ridiculously ornate. In one of the rooms there is silver color on the walls, which was originally thought to be silver leaf; the docent said that a chemical analysis in 2006 had found it to be platinum leaf. That is the level of ridiculousness. Also, Anderson Cooper is part of the Vanderbilt family. The butler's pantry and the kitchen were huge and amazing. It was cool, seeing the summer house of a family who at one time had more money than the US government, but one also thinks that they could have put that money to a little bit better use actually helping people. It's way more impressive in real life than in that little picture.

Day Four
1. What is a Pequot?
A Pequot is an American Indian. The tribe has a casino, Foxwoods, in Connecticut, and a very nice, large museum. The museum is interesting. The Wisconsin Glacier used to cover the Midwest to the East Coast; part of the exhibit goes through a faux glacier, and they have a scale model of the museum in relation to the mile-and-a-half thick ice of the glacier. In another exhibit there's a life-size caribou hunt, and the fan favorite, a giant beaver. One of the most impressive exhibits is the full-size village. Our tour guide was knowledgeable and passionate, and the kids really got a lot out of the museum.

2. How did you like the play? Was Broadway like you had imagined it to be?
We saw "Hairspray" and sat three rows from the stage on the left. It was quite fun. All the kids noticed the energy of the performers. We were close enough to also notice their sweat. The one and only thing that bummed me out about it was that Ashley Parker Angel had been playing Link, but didn't at this performance. I had been so looking forward to seeing Ashley Parker Angel as Link.

3. How was dinner? What did you have?
Dinner was at a restaurant called Hurley's. I had French onion soup, chicken pot pie, and chocolate mousse cake. Hurley's was nice, although we discovered that the books on the shelves were all fake. Some diners were concerned that the chicken pot pie was filling on a plate with a disc of crust perched atop.

4. How many states have you been in on this trip? Have you left anything behind in one of them?
I somehow lost my freakin' brand new hairbrush in New York. There's $4.99 gone.

5. Have you "met" a security guard in his/her professional capacity yet? If so explain.
I had to take some girls down to the front desk of our New York hotel to get new keys because they'd locked theirs in their room. And that was about the worst thing that happened all trip long. In one room in Connecticut the toilet stopped working just before we had to go, and I told the boys to tell the front desk.

6. Can you believe the traffic in the city? How is it different from [the closest major city] and our area?
Traffic in New York City is unbelievable. I have never had any desire to drive in the city. I am not that good a driver. Somehow there are not carcasses left and right from people who have died due to the traffic, but I'm not exactly sure how it's possible.
As for human traffic, there are so many more people walking places than there are anywhere around here.
View from our hotel room.

Day Five
1. Did you see anyone famous anywhere?
A. Yes: we saw Charo in the airport before we left.
B. No, and I am bitterly disappointed
C. Not yet, but there's still tomorrow
Also, one time in JFK I saw Scott Cohen, who played Max on "Gilmore Girls" and Wolf in "The 10th Kingdom."

2. How much money do you have left?
A. All of it, I've been sponging off friends
B. Enough to get me home
C. None! I blew it all on food and cheap souvenirs
D. Not too much, but I got lovely things for my family, especially my mom

3. The Statue of Liberty looked...
A. Bigger in person
B. Smaller in person
C. Exactly like I thought it would

4. How much did you walk today? Did you ride the subway anywhere? What were your impressions of walking in New York or taking public transportation?
We didn't walk too terribly much outside because it was raining. We took the subway to the Met and walked around there, rode the bus somewhere, then took the ferry out to Ellis Island. We had dinner in Chinatown and then rode the subway back up to the hotel. We lucked out big time on the subway--in the morning it was crowded, but not unmanageable, and it was fairly easy getting back in the evening. Boston public transportation was a precursor to the real thing in New York.

5. What was the most impressive thing you saw today?
Having already been to the city, I wasn't really overawed by anything, because I'd seen most of the sites we went to before. But I'm always impressed by the Statue of Liberty, and always saddened by Ellis Island. When you go to Ellis Island and look at the exhibits about its history, and learn about what people had to go through to get into the US, and imagine what it must have been like to wait in that big, echoing room to see if you'd get to stay or be sent back across the ocean, it's overwhelming. I can't even imagine what it must have been like to get all the way there, within sight of the mainland, and then be told that you have to go home, which is what happened to many would-be immigrants. I feel very, very lucky that my ancestors made it all the way through.

6. How was the view from the Top of the Rock?
It was quite good when we actually went the next day. I'd kind of thought it was a tourist trap, and it may be, but it has brilliant views of Central Park to the north and downtown to the south. You can see both rivers and off to New Jersey. I was impressed.

Day Six
1. It's the last day and I...
A. Don't want to go home!
B. Can't wait to go home!
C. Am so tired I don't know where I am or care

2. My favorite thing at the Metropolitan Museum of Art was...
not on display because of their renovations. We wanted the kids to see "Washington Crossing the Delaware" by Leutze and Stuart's portrait of Washington, plus the Tiffany mosaic fountain in the courtyard. None of the above were on display. They did get to see the arms and armor, and we happened upon John Singer Sargent's "Madame X," but I was pretty disappointed in the Met being in such a state of disarray.

3. The weather has been
A. Wonderful!
B. Weird
C. Okay, a little rain never hurt anyone
D. Tell me again why people choose to live on the East Coast
It rained on Friday, the penultimate day, but we had beautiful weather the rest of the time.

4. One thing that surprised me about this trip was...
how much easier it can be with one group of kids than with another. I did part of the same trip two years previous, and while the kids weren't actively bad on the earlier trip, they just weren't as much fun as these kids were. That's partly me and partly the kids, but these guys rocked.

5. One thing that really touched me on this trip was...
how the kids took care of each other. Like I said, they rocked.

Well, that's about it. I got to drink cranberry juice in Massachusetts and see this Chagall stained glass window at the United Nations. It was a pretty great time all around.