Saturday, August 13, 2011

Homesteading






Since we had planned an outdoor activity for this morning, of course we had our first rainy day for quite a while.  But we took our chances and went out anyhow to the Children's Festival at the Duke Homestead.

The festivities appeared to have been much reduced by the weather, but we had a good time anyhow.  We walked around the grounds, and the boys got to splash in a mud puddle.  We also took a ride in a mule-drawn wagon, which was fun when it was just us, and then slightly scary when a bunch of other passengers go on (the ground was soft, and the wagon occasionally tilted in an alarming way).  And we had some delicious homemade ice cream (but don't let the picture fool  you; James was happy to dip his spoon in but I don't think he actually consumed any), and then we got barbeque sandwiches for a picnic in the back of the van.

The homestead is kind of a weird place, actually; they have a ton of people dressed up in period costumes, but none of them actually appeared willing to interact with us -- Mike asked the man sitting on the porch what year the homestead was built, and his reply was that they had a brochure up in the information center with all the details.  And the guy picking tobacco in the top picture barely gave us a glance even when we were standing practically right next time him.  So, I don't think we'll be in any hurry to go back there!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sounds like the boys enjoyed it. If this is a commercial enterprise it sounds like an email re their negative attitude would be in order. Your comment about not going back should get their attention. TBG

Mark said...

It's weird they didn't interact. I'd have responded with an "I'm sorry, I thought you were... If you're not actually... I'm sorry..." and make a big deal, because, come on, dude, you're in costume at an "authentic historic" site, it's not unreasonable to field questions.

Mark said...

Also, apparently I'm a jerk like that. :)

Melanie said...

Yeah, if we hadn't been busy wrangling the boys, we might have said something, but as it was it didn't seem worth the effort.