My first day was Bunker Hill Day, where they celebrated the anniversary of the battle. I was able to take some good photographs and was anticipating a battle reenactment, until it started pouring down rain on everyone involved.I was so thrilled to have a picture with these reenactors. When I approached them I said, "Can I have a picture with you gentlemen?" They all humphed and one said in his Bostonia accent, "I don't know that we're gentlemen." I quickly rephrased my question, "Can I have a picture with you scalawags?" They all laughed and said, "That we are!"
This may sound morbid, but I fell in love with the old cemeteries in Boston!
The Old North Church where Paul Revere and many others lit the lantern to warn the people of Boston the British were coming.Paul Revere's house where he also had his engraving business and underground espionage business, which involved several of his children (he had 10 plus children!).
We also made a trip to Lexington and Concord. Here is my best friend and I in front of the First Teachers School, which is now a Masonic Lodge. We both had to take a picture since we both are in education.
Here is a photo of the Battle Green where the first shot was fired and the Revolutionary War officially began.The oldest and best cemetery we came across was in Lexington. I was so intrigued at how this large tree grew around the tombstones, embedding them. The tree itself was large and old! It really put in perspective how old those stones were.One of the homes owned by the Alcott's in Concord. This particular house is said to be where Louisa May Alcott wrote Little Women.
The Bridge where the conclusion of the Battle of Lexington and Concord occurred. There is even a tomb near by that marks the resting place of fallen British soldiers.The beautiful river home owned by authors Nathaniel Hawthorne and Ralph Waldo Emerson. The home overlooks the bridge where the final conflict of the Battle of Lexington and Concord took place.
Emerson's authentic organic garden that is still maintained by the Emerson Society of Friends.
Back in the city limits of Boston, we went to one of the more famous cemeteries on the Freedom Trail, and found the tombstone which marked the grave of those killed in the Boston Massacre. However, in this particular cemetery, some reburying was being done, because the long cold winter had caused several of the bones to resurface and several spots were marked off with caution tape.The Old State House where citizens first heard the Declaration of Independence (from the balcony, located in the back), and where down the street the Boston Massacre took place.
And of course, who goes to Boston and doesn't take in a ball game?! (A Yankee, that's who! And I'm no Yankee!).
What's more American than drinking a Sam Adams, eating hot dogs, cracker jacks, and cotton candy, under the lights of Fenway!
My next trip to Boston will hopeful include more history, baseball, and wonderful friends!