Back to the Future

I was on vacation last week in the past. The Professor and I went to Williamsburg.
Here I am inside the gate of the Bruton Parish Episcopal Church, where George Washington once worshiped. (And therefore it is likely that George Washington once slept here.)
Me at Bruton Parish Church
Here’s the Professor outside the lovely governor’s palace.
The Professor at the governor's palace
The entry hall to the palace was completely lined with swords and guns, most of which were original. It was quite beautiful, if awfully ominous.
Sworgs covering the walls of the Governor's Palace, Williamsburg
This gun is dated 1736. Check out the flint.
Old gun flint decorating the walls of the entry to the Governor's Palace, Williamsburg
Behind the palace, beyond the other formal gardens and arbors and romantic prettiness was a boxwood maze. It was lovely there. We did manage to find our way to the center, but did not touch the portkey.
Maze behind the royal palace in Williamsburg
There were lots of crafts to see. Here are furniture legs in various stages at the cabinet shop.
Furniture legs in the cabinet maker's shop
Some of the gun maker’s tools. It took four hundred hours to make one gun.
Gun maker's tools
Basket weaving.
Baskets made with white oak
And of course, spinning and weaving.
Loom in weaver's shop
And right outside the weaver’s were chickens! Barred rocks. Here are some of Corabelle’s ancestors. I might’ve snuck them bits of my apple core.
Corabelle's ancestors
Ye olde chicken coop. I would’ve loved to have seen the inside. It wasn’t actually an exhibit.
Ye olde chickene coope
Locked out.
The printer was folding papers that had been printed and dried.
Printed sheets drying
He used the white bone tool to tear one of the pages at the top so it would fold neatly, then used it to flatten the fold cleanly.
Printed and folded folios
The book binder had a number of tools to compress pages and cut the edges, but the sewing of the pages was all done by hand. These tools were used to make a running impression on the leather binding.
Tools to make a series of imprints on books bound in leather
Even after all the neat historic tours and demonstrations of trades, it wouldn’t have been a trip to Williamsburg without a picture of the pillory.
The Professor in the pillory
We made another stop in Williamsburg, at the two hundred-acre pottery. We found some deals on pots and gift wrap.
An elephant and pots at a 200-acre pottery outside of Williamsburg
Ah, how far we’ve come. The craftsmanship. The attention to detail. The simple necessity.
Thoughtful frogs
We went to a few other spots along the way, and I’ll post pictures eventually. It was wonderful to get away, and it’s wonderful to be back home with my own chickens and my own pages of text and my own skeins of wool and my own super soft cloud bed, which is calling me now.

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1 Response to Back to the Future

  1. MJ says:

    What a dreamy trip! I’m glad you avoided all portkeys. They can be awfully tricky, and usually end only in tears. Welcome back home!

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