1Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.
2Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.
It is definitely awe inspiring to walk among the mountains. I love to see the peaks rising all about me and look down into the valleys and rivers below. It has always astonished me that a person could look on these beautiful manifestations of God's greatness and not believe in the creator.
It was really windy at the top of Mount Washington.
We hiked from the summit down to the AMC Lake of the Clouds hut.
From the road we hiked to several waterfalls and 'the Basin', more beautiful, natural wonders :-)
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Watching the sheep and feeding the lamb:
At the Goat barn:
Paul Revere's House
Living sculpture--if you gave a dollar, she blew a kiss--think we gave $3 or $4!
USS Cassin Young kitchen--I'm "cooking"
USS Constitution Muesuem--Sailors 'berths'
USS Constitution aka Old Ironsides
If found myself more interested during this trip about one culture’s assimilation into another’s. In the past I had not realized there were still native people in the northeast. Having grown up in CT. I’d only had contact with people who might tell me, “I’m part Indian” the same way I might have shared, “I”m part Italian” An important part of my ethnic heritage and a large part of who I am--but it was no longer very relevant to my everyday American girl school life. When my family traveled west in the 1960’s I saw many people of Native heritage and naturally, at 9 years old, I was intrigued. But modern day native cultures in modern day eastern seaboard states--I just didn’t realized they existed. And to be honest, when I heard of the Foxwoods Casino, allowed to be built on tribal lands I really did think--oh, here are some people of Native American decent trying to cash in on a good deal. Now however, I see I was wrong. There really is a people group in CT. who remember their native, cultural past and feel a loss for it. I spoke to a Native American man last week who had a grandparent who had spent the first 6 years of his life in a Wetu (the Native American ‘wigwam’ of the Wampanoag people)right there in Massachusetts at the same time my own dad’s parents were starting their family in suburban Philadelphia. He talked to me about the loss he felt for the way of life of his grandparents and people and he spoke about the desire and goal to keep his culture alive and thriving for future generations.
I guess, with all my thoughts recently of my own children, coming to terms with who they are and how their past and ethnic heritage will fit in with their present and future, I have a lot more interest in these types of things. And I guess a bit more sensitivity too.
My pictures of Plimouth Plantation are not great. I guess I didn’t want to take pictures of the actual people, since they are real people and it’s not some kind of zoo! The interpreters in the 1627 village, a replica of the original Plimouth, stay in character as they talk and answer questions about their life and times.
Here is a picture of Kai checking out the dugout canoe at the Wampanoag site, the kids posing on a cannon from the fort (are you supposed to let your kids sit on the 400 year old cannon?), my family in a typical Plimouth home and the kids playing in the hands on area inside the visitor center(no problem photographing these living history interpreters). Top picture is the colonial village from the fort--note the beautiful bay in the distance.
