We recently went with my parents on a trip to Williamsburg, Virginia. It was so nice and beautifully decorated for the holiday season.
Maybe I'm too much of a dreamer, but I couldn't help imagining how romantic it would have been to live back in the day with the dresses and the lifestyle.
My Dad who used to be a history teacher quickly reminded me otherwise as we stepped over a pile of horse manure in the middle of the street. He kept telling me how it was a very hard way of life...full of trials and struggles.
My thoughts still wandered though, as we went into little stores, smelling of handmade soaps with beautifully sewn hats and aprons hanging about.
In the afternoon, there was a parade of fifes and drums. A large group of people dressed as soldiers marched down the main street playing a majestic song. It was a sound and sight to behold. As the parade marched closer to us though, it was surprising to see how young many of the soldiers were. My thoughts of a romantic way of life quickly turned into ones of sadness for how it must have been to have the innocence of children taken so often. I put my arm around our kids and swallowed back tears as the musicians who were not too much older - marched by. What must that have been like to watch such young children go to war?
The time in Williamsburg was a wonderful experience. Even though I loved the romance and the feel of it all, it made me realize to be thankful for the time we live in now...and maybe just get some soaps in the gift shop.
Maybe I'm too much of a dreamer, but I couldn't help imagining how romantic it would have been to live back in the day with the dresses and the lifestyle.
My Dad who used to be a history teacher quickly reminded me otherwise as we stepped over a pile of horse manure in the middle of the street. He kept telling me how it was a very hard way of life...full of trials and struggles.
My thoughts still wandered though, as we went into little stores, smelling of handmade soaps with beautifully sewn hats and aprons hanging about.
In the afternoon, there was a parade of fifes and drums. A large group of people dressed as soldiers marched down the main street playing a majestic song. It was a sound and sight to behold. As the parade marched closer to us though, it was surprising to see how young many of the soldiers were. My thoughts of a romantic way of life quickly turned into ones of sadness for how it must have been to have the innocence of children taken so often. I put my arm around our kids and swallowed back tears as the musicians who were not too much older - marched by. What must that have been like to watch such young children go to war?
The time in Williamsburg was a wonderful experience. Even though I loved the romance and the feel of it all, it made me realize to be thankful for the time we live in now...and maybe just get some soaps in the gift shop.
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That's it! There's nothing else to do! Thank You So Much!!!
That's it! There's nothing else to do! Thank You So Much!!!
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