Did you ever want to be at Plymouth Rock for Thanksgiving? I know as a kid, I did -- dressing up all pilgrim like, and eating good food. I'm pretty sure the best spot in the world to do that would be in Plymouth, MA, but I won't be there at Thanksgiving, so I'll have to settle for the mountains.
We were only an hour away from Plymouth. Again, I was able to get there without incident. One of the best parts of the day was when Sydney called me because she missed me. I loved that part.
I wanted to see Plymouth Rock. I pictured this amazing rock - big and anchor-like. As you can see, my imagination was FAR off on this one. Much of the rock is now underground, but it still isn't as big as I had once pictured it.
I got to see a replica of the Mayflower. I didn't spend the money to actually go inside it, but I took pictures, which were enough for me.
Here is one of the original homes built in the 1620's. I was fascinated by the S's on the sides of these buildings. I thought that maybe they meant South, however if that is what they meant, they accidentally put them on the North sides of some buildings. So, I'm not really sure what the 'S' stands for.
Check out the trunk of this tree. I couldn't stand back far enough to get a picture of the top of it, so the trunk will have to do. It just reminds me of something that has truly weathered the storms of life. I love it!
Oh, and there it is again...the H-ah-bor. Only this is Plymouth Harbor, in case you didn't know. Too bad you can't just pack this thing up and bring it back on the plane.
The cemetery here was wonderful. Very peaceful, and very sacred. There are many prominent people buried here. Prominent for the day anyway. I know I will never have a plaque such as these that mark my grave, but I realized again while standing on this hallowed ground, a lesson which has come to me before. Nothing material in this life goes with you. It just doesn't.
This view of the harbor is from Burial Hill.
Breathtaking.
Here is the first church that was built. What a magnificent building. I was constantly amazed a the enormity and craftsmanship of these buildings. These people were seeking religious freedom. How wonderful.
I loved the glass in this window. This home is a home belonged to someone who actually came over on the Mayflower. I was unable to view it because I missed the season that it is open. The home is 'leaning', and amazing that it is even still standing. It was built in the 1620's I think.
This statue is of a man by the name of Massasoit. He was a friend to the settlers
We were only an hour away from Plymouth. Again, I was able to get there without incident. One of the best parts of the day was when Sydney called me because she missed me. I loved that part.
I wanted to see Plymouth Rock. I pictured this amazing rock - big and anchor-like. As you can see, my imagination was FAR off on this one. Much of the rock is now underground, but it still isn't as big as I had once pictured it.
I got to see a replica of the Mayflower. I didn't spend the money to actually go inside it, but I took pictures, which were enough for me.
Here is one of the original homes built in the 1620's. I was fascinated by the S's on the sides of these buildings. I thought that maybe they meant South, however if that is what they meant, they accidentally put them on the North sides of some buildings. So, I'm not really sure what the 'S' stands for.
Check out the trunk of this tree. I couldn't stand back far enough to get a picture of the top of it, so the trunk will have to do. It just reminds me of something that has truly weathered the storms of life. I love it!
Oh, and there it is again...the H-ah-bor. Only this is Plymouth Harbor, in case you didn't know. Too bad you can't just pack this thing up and bring it back on the plane.
The cemetery here was wonderful. Very peaceful, and very sacred. There are many prominent people buried here. Prominent for the day anyway. I know I will never have a plaque such as these that mark my grave, but I realized again while standing on this hallowed ground, a lesson which has come to me before. Nothing material in this life goes with you. It just doesn't.
This view of the harbor is from Burial Hill.
Breathtaking.
Here is the first church that was built. What a magnificent building. I was constantly amazed a the enormity and craftsmanship of these buildings. These people were seeking religious freedom. How wonderful.
I loved the glass in this window. This home is a home belonged to someone who actually came over on the Mayflower. I was unable to view it because I missed the season that it is open. The home is 'leaning', and amazing that it is even still standing. It was built in the 1620's I think.
This statue is of a man by the name of Massasoit. He was a friend to the settlers
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