Although I knew my kids’ first trip to Colonial Williamsburg would be wonderful, I had no idea how much it would change our lives.
They had heard me speak of my first time travel journey in 1989 so often, that I was happy to see they shared my delight now in 2004.
They were loving all the ambience with which I had first fallen in love.
Walking among historic buildings while listening to the clip clop of horse hooves activates the flux capacitor of time travel.
But when historical interpreters in period clothing walk, talk, and live in this idyllic setting, history comes to life.
To have one without the other, setting v historical clothing, something seems amiss.
Together they have quite the impact: it’s the PIÈCE DE RÉSISTANCE.
Suddenly people of the past stepped out of the pages of history books and onto the streets of the historic area..
And the historical clothing the interpreters wore was amazing.
We met Thomas Jefferson:
And we met Patrick Henry:
We waved to carriages clip clopping by:
We marched with drummers and fifers:
And my daughter got to help one of the milliners trim a hat:
All throughout town we also noticed children, who were guests, in costumes rented from Colonial Williamsburg.
At the end of our time in the historic area my daughter yearningly implored, “Mom, can you sew me a gown the next time we come to Colonial Williamsburg?”
And that is how our historical clothing journey began.
Stay tuned!
To see the photos of our 2004 trip to Colonial Williamsburg, click here.
