Cobblestone streets. Peanut butter soup. Shadowed dinner by candlelight. The clip-clop of horse hooves. Cobblers who fixed the same pair of shoes to last your lifetime. Fervent political parties. Homemade soap. Wood burning stoves. What I wouldn’t do to have lived back then….
We visited Williamsburg a couple of years ago while stationed in Norfolk and besides my time in Alaska….well, and Brazil, it was the only time I ever felt truly at home. I think I must have smiled the entire two days.
But for some reason, like many of my pre-written posts (which I’ve been pushing out lately), they just never got published!
Here are a few pictures from our MAGICAL trip.
Little Miss Tuffet….or was it Muffet? You know, the one who ate her curds and whey…
Better than Disney World! 😀
Stew! My kind of food, no doubt made in the crock pot. Ha!
Horse and oxen poo lined streets. Oh yeah!
Make me a sword!
My dream house.
A simpler life.
In my eyes, it is one of those places you have to visit at least once in your life. You’ll think you’ve gone back in time.
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Lovely! Looks like my kinda place too.
Oh, yes! I’m a big Williamsburg fan, too! My only regret is I don’t get there often enough.
Here’s a question for you: have you ever been to the Frontier Culture Museum in Staunton? It looks great, but I haven’t made it out there yet.
No Sharon, I did not know about this! I will have to check it out. Thanks for the info!!
Love it! I always loved Rockome Gardens, a little Amish village in Illinois we used to visit when we were kids. Definitely agree, my kind of place! Looks lovely! I’m torn between that and the beach though. I just love being outside in the sunshine! It does wonders for your mood! 🙂
@ Beth—yes, it does!
@Shannon—you are my girl.