On Thursday, we drove to Plymouth Rock, Massachussetts, and finally got Steve his clam chowder. We loved wandering along the shore of the ocean, although it was not very warm, and there is no beach area there. We found a bunch of clam shells which we brought home with us, and saw Plymouth Rock itself. It is supposedly the rock on which the first pilgrim stood when they arrived in the New Land, although there is much debate about which rock it might have been. Regardless, somewhere there is where the Puritans arrived, and the era of freedom and independence was ushered in.
As a sidenote, one of the things we purchased in Plymouth was a Pirates Mad Lib book, so if you hear either of us say something like "Avast, ye Moose!" or "I will feed you to the spacemen!" that is the reason.
Then we drove to Scranton, Pennsylvania, and got there after dark. After the usual where-should-we-eat-tonight rigmarole, we went to bed.
Friday was the day of family history. We spent the day visiting cemeteries and geneaology libraries, trying to ascertain where Steve's family ended up after Scranton. Although we didn't have much success finding out where they went to after Scranton, we did find the graves of Jacob and Jadwiga Yerka, who where the original immigrants in his family. They are buried in Dickson City, PA.
Saturday, we finally came home! It was a long drive, during much of which I played a Nancy Drew mystery game while Steve was driving. The most eventful part of it was that, about ten miles from home, the serpentine belt fell out of our car, stalling it while we were on the freeway. Don't worry, we're both fine. Steve managed to get the car off to the side of the road, and we called a tow truck. Unfortunately our mechanic was closed for the day, so we left the car outside the shop and we'll call them on Monday. The tow driver brought us home, where we were going to pick up our other car and take it over to get all our luggage. Unfortunately, after he dropped us off, we discovered that the battery in our other car was dead. So we called a couple dozen people from our church to find someone who could come over and jump it for us. We did eventually find someone (thank you, Brother Snow!), and everything is well now.
That's it for vacation posts. In conclusion, we had a great time, and we learned so much about history and the events that shaped our country. I came away with a great appreciation for all those who serve and have served to help us enjoy our freedoms. It was so great to stand where these wonderful men and women stood.
A tunnel in Boston. There were exits in the tunnel! It made me feel like such a country girl.
Plymouth Rock. It's hard to see, but the date 1620 is carved into it.
Steve standing on the shore of the ocean. He was trying to find a way down to the water, but there was disgusting dried seaweed everywhere. We found a way down in a different spot.
The Atlantic Ocean, by way of the Plymouth Bay.
Sorry about the expressions on our faces. It was cold and windy! Behind us is the Mayflower II, a replica of the original pilgrim vessel.
The gravestone of Jadwiga Yerka. If you look closely, you can see the whole thing is written in Polish. That has put a bit of a kabosh on our plans to find her parents.
The gravestone of Jacob Yerka.