Saturday, June 30, 2012

Trip to Gwynn’s Island (Post #6)

We tried to get some pictures with Gwynn and something showing the name of the island, but pickings were slim.

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Artistic shot of a kite flying.

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We went to the Yacht Club and daddy wooed the lifeguard with several spectacular dives.

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It took a while but Gwynn eventually enjoyed the water.

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Daddy enjoying some juice.

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Gwynn loved trying her first lollipop!

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Catching croakers.

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Running off to the beach.

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Gwynn enjoyed sitting on the beach, but not so much standing on the sand.

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Gwynn examining a shell.

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Posing for a picture.

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If Gwynn had the ability to levitate this is when she would use it. She only put one foot down at a time in the water.

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Friday, June 29, 2012

Trip to Fredericksburg

Fredericksburg was a Confederate  victory in December 1862 during The War of Northern Aggression. The battlefield covered most of the city, but only a few acres is still as is. They do a good job of giving you an idea of how the battle went down though.

This flag is one of many that soldiers used to play tic tac toe during breaks between battles.

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I would love a switchblade spoon.

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We were waiting for a guided tour of the battlefield and used the time to check out exhibits like these.

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Painting courtesy of Fredericksburg Elementary’s 3rd grade art class.

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Our tour guide. She did a good job. She also works for free.

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One of the homes on the hill atop the battlefield.

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Back in the  day the city was smaller. Once you crossed the river you had several blocks of houses before coming to an open area where the battlefield was located.

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One of many bullet holes that are presumably from 1862.

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A bit of a hill to the left of the road.

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The outlining of one of the houses that was around during the battle.

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A private residence. This fellow drives through a Civil War Battlefield to get to work every day.

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So this is the sunken road. To the right is the town and eventually the Rappahannock. To the left is the hill in the other picture. This road eventually led to Richmond. The retaining wall was used to keep the road from getting washed out. This particular section is the original retaining wall.

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So the Yankees had to try to take the high ground by going across a field a few hundred yards long while one group of rebels set up behind the wall and another set up at the top of the hill to the right.

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Another view. Yankees came from the left.

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Poor fella.

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The most famous image from this particular field of battle. It shows the geography very well.

What the area looks like today.

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After lunch in Fredericksburg (which is really a nice little town) we headed to the Stonewall Jackson Shrine, even though we didn’t quite know what it was.

After Jackson was shot doing reconnaissance at Chancellorsville he was brought to this location near the train tracks so he could be taken to Richmond.

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Unfortunately he was injured very badly and ended up getting pneumonia and died. This is the actual bed he passed away in.

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He spent almost a week here trying to heal. It was a storage building adjacent to a plantation house (which wasn’t as big as you’d think) that was quickly furnished to give it a more homely feel.

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Letter written from a visitor. He’s essentially saying it doesn’t look good for ole Stonewall.

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It was a fairly unassuming home in the middle of nowhere. to the right of the house are the train tracks which are still used to this day.

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I forgot to ask if the flag was always at half mast. It should be.

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Thursday, June 28, 2012

Gwynn’s Island Trip (Post #5)–Tangier Island

On Thursday we decided to take a trip to Tangier Island. It’s in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay and only accessible by boat or plane.

The island was used by the British to banish the males of a particularly troublesome Indian tribe in the 17th century.

It is known as the soft shell crab capital of the world. Soft shell crabs are just crabs (typically blue crabs) that are harvested after they molt. I’m told they’re good but I’ll never find out.

We took a ferry out of Reedville which took a little over an hour.

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Just casting off.

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Lots of water traffic on the way there. The Bay is very busy.

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The older folks on the island speak with an unusual accent. It’s very similar to how they spoke 400 years ago – an old English accent.

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The most ornate rubbish receptacles you’ll find.

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Living space is scarce and the 700 or so residents of the island make due with what they have. Many of the houses looked like typical houses but scaled down by about a third.

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Grave space is limited and the old English tradition of burying loved ones on one’s property has left a very macabre bunch of backyards.

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The more derelict hoops court I’ve seen.

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The other side of the water tower has a cross. Someone alert the ACLU!

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T’was a hot day and Aunt Jennifer and Gwynn needed a break.

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We ate at one of the few restaurants on the island. The waitress seemed surprised that three of us didn’t want to eat any seafood.

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We stayed on the island for about three hours. You get the feeling the locals have a very different lifestyle in the mornings/evenings when the visitors go.

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Gwynn got tuckered out.

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