March has been a very busy month! We have had doctor appointments and dental appointments, Trixie has been battling a UTI and she had a rather unacceptable grooming session and, AND, we went on our annual Girl Scout trip to Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia!
I am mobility challenged so between me taking the wrong walker and the brick sidewalks being very uneven, I spent most of my time either sitting down or looking down so I didn’t trip. It was absolutely wonderful though. Our hotel was on the edge of the park and all we had to do was walk across the street. The hotel, The Williamsburg Lodge, was fabulous — the room was big and lush, the staff was very accommodating, there were two restaurants, a well stocked gift shop and a “cupboard” with ready items to be purchased. The grounds were lovely and it was just a nice place to be. The weather was gorgeous, too, I might add. I was a bit worried about that because we left a cool Texas, drove into a snowy Arkansas and Tennessee and then a clear Virginia! I didn’t know what we might find but it was fine, it only rained one day.
The park itself was wonderful. Eighty percent of the buildings are original. It is all clean and well kept and there is just so much to see! And buy! We had dinner at the “tavern” and lunch at the “bakery” where we sat at picnic tables outside. We shopped at the silversmith (jewelry) and at the tailor shop I bought cross stitch kits. At the other end of the area there is a modern section with shops and restaurants. There I bought a Christmas ornament at a shop called “Everything Williamsburg”. My choice of souvenirs are cross stitch kits, Christmas ornaments and things that are free, like rocks. In this case, it was sea shells as massive amounts of shells were used to fill in areas of landscaping.
It was a wonderful trip — the drive was horrible and long but it was worth it.
Without sounding like some sort of a lunatic, I felt quite the connection to this place. We went to an organ recital at Bruton Parish church and I later discovered that a person named Dr. William Cocke is buried in that church — and he died in that church. I am related to a Willliam Cocke. My William Cocke isn’t Dr. William Cocke but I am absolutely positive there is a familial connection and I will find it but again — so many Williams in the family. It will take some time but I will find it. The organ recital was wonderful, by the way, Irish music on St. Patrick’s Day.
If you have never been to Williamsburg I would suggest a visit — I will be going back — with a better walker!
3 comments:
That sounds like such a fun trip ( except for the rough walking surface.)
I would have liked browsing in those shops too.
You mention leaving Texas, driving through Arkansas and Tennessee, finally arriving in Virginia. How far was that and how long did it take? It sounds like a major trip to me.
Hi, Granny! It was a major trip. We left Ft. Worth and drove to Nashville — 10 hours. Spent the night and drove from Nashville to Williamsburg — 10 hours. So, basically it was 40 hours in the car and 2400 miles. It was cool in Texas, snowy in Arkansas and Tennessee and clear in Virginia except for the one day it rained so we had a variety of weather!
My Goodness but that was quite a long trip. Thanks for responding to my question.
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