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Talkin’ Turkey: What Travel Taught Us About the First Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving is upon us. Cue the pictures of cheery Pilgrims supping with the friendly natives and images of The Mayflower triumphantly landing at Plymouth Rock. Ah yes, all of that happy history we were taught as baby boomer children… and none of it is true.We were not on a quest for truth when we made our pilgrimage to Plymouth, Massachusetts, just taking in a little history, but once… CONTINUE READING >>
Having Our Cape and Eating It Too
Cape Cod, hmmm. We racked our brains and came up with romping Kennedys and a cocktail that involves vodka and cranberries. We didn’t have any idea what we might discover if we drove all the way out to the end of Cape Cod but we had to do it — it was just too enticing to resist, challenging us there on the map.
The pine trees dwindled and the sand dunes gained hold as we approached the very tip of the cape and found lovely… CONTINUE READING >>
Which Witch is Which? A True Salem Story
Salem, Massachusetts and witches are nearly synonymous but, in reality, it is highly doubtful there was any broom-flying, cauldron stirring, pointy hat wearing witchcraft actually going on back in 1692.
It seems a few young girls began to act strangely in what was one of America’s busiest port cities and a hotbed of religious fundamentalism. Whether they were sick, drugged by fungus tainted grain or just looking for attention — we’ll never know. The convulsions they suffered could only be caused by witchcraft according to the Puritan minds of the late seventeenth century. Time to round up some of the usual suspects.
On March 1st, a beggar woman, a slave girl and a lady who dared not to regularly attend church services were… CONTINUE READING >>
THIS is Plymouth Rock?
True story: On our pilgrimage to Plymouth, Massachusetts we hit the visitor center to ask directions to Plymouth Rock. “Hope you guys brought a magnifying glass,” snarked the lady with the welcoming smile behind the desk as she pointed down the road. Ah sarcasm, we had to like her.
Without fully grasping the gist of the lady’s statement we headed across the road, past the replica of the Mayflower, toward the attractive ancient-Greek-esque monument that houses the famous rock where the first Americans landed.
Giddy with the exhilaration that can only come from setting one’s eyes on a truly epic piece of history, we leaned over the rail and peered down… CONTINUE READING >>
