Tuesday, April 24, 2012

The Mayflower


So after our less-than-successful trip to Plimoth Plantation, we drove into the town of Plymouth to eat lunch and visit the Mayflower (2).  We were hot, we were dirty and we were starving.  

We found a breakfast-for-lunch place on the main street that suited the needs of all three children (but perhaps not their mother) and while we ate, we watched biker after biker drive noisily by the restaurant.  

Apparently, Plymouth, MA is a hot spot for the Hells Angels (or other such leather-attired motorcyclists groups).  Who knew.

After lunch, we headed down the hill to the harbor and the rest of the tourist attractions.

Before we got to the Mayflower (2), we paused long enough to visit Plymouth Rock:


I found the rock strangely interesting, but my children found it to be completely ridiculous.  

"It's a rock," they said with disgust.

"Yes,"  I said.  "Thus it's name, Plymouth Rock."

There was a great debate amongst the Elliot children about whether or not this was the Actual Rock stepped on by the Pilgrims in 1620 followed by a heated discussion about whether or not it was really important to enclose said rock between a fence of columns.

I ignored the argument entirely and focused on the beautiful shore line.

Plymouth, MA is a very picturesque spot.


We had paid for our Mayflower (2) tickets when we entered the Plantation, so we got to bypass the long line of tourists waiting to enter the ship's exhibit area.  I would have liked to have taken the time to read all the different displays and look at the historical photos, but the children were more interested in getting on the ship as quickly as possible.  


That was alright, too.  It had been a long day already.

Once we had climbed aboard the ship, we were free to wander about and examine things at our leisure.


It was amazing to think about all the people who lived on this boat and who travelled so far away from home.


The Mayflower (2) was hardly a luxury liner.  In fact, it seemed quite miraculous to me that it had floated at all.




There were two re-enactors on board and one of them was really into the reenactment spirit.  He had about 20 people crammed into a room, listening to his every word.  We stood and listened for awhile, too, and learned a lot about how the Pilgrims lived on board the ship for a long time after landing in the New World.  He taught us about who had died during the journey (a young boy) and who was added (a baby was born mid-way).  After the roof-thatcher, this man was my favorite "docent" of the day.



Our trip to the Mayflower (2) was not a long one.  We were all tired and ready to get back to the modern world.  It didn't take us long to journey back to 2012 - about five feet from the Mayflower (2), was a cell phone which someone had dropped into the water and left for the fishes.



We spent a short time walking through a handful of souvenir shops, then set off to seek out dessert.  

We had had enough history for one vacation.

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