- Sammy Cahn
If you are one of our subscribers, you may have noticed that there has been a bit of a lull in our usual fairly regular posting. If you are not one of our subscribers, you should be! Tell your friends, too. We’d love it if you could share our posts via your preferred social media platform, old-fashioned email, or even snail mail (should you be able to remember the way to the Post Office). Either way, you shouldn’t be too concerned about our apparent blog-writer’s block. We’ve just been rather busy. This summer has been a whirlwind of beautiful weather, flourishing gardens, picnicking with friends, and summer holidayers galore.
So for you, dear readers, here are some of my personal highlights:
Yes, that’s right! After extensive repairs, Mayflower II is back where she belongs, the heart of Plymouth. Thanks goes out to our hardworking crew of Marine Guys (yes, I think that’s their official title) and our intrepid Captain, Peter Arenstam.
A week or two after her return followed this rare sighting.
That’s Dawn, a poppet, myself and Alex, playing Ellen Billington, Mary Brewster, Elizabeth Hopkins and Susanna White respectively. What’s the big deal, you might ask? We’re the four housewives that survive the first winter. Hardcore.
Children in The Village
With the arrival of extreme heat and humidity came a plethora of child volunteers. These children willingly chose to give up part of their summer vacation to doff their hats, carry manure, weed corn and fetch fire wood while clad in wool. They played with us, laughed with us and ate ice cream in the lunch room with us. They taught us how seventeenth-century children should behave, showed us how adorable they look in costume and reminded us that kids will be kids, no matter what century we’re in. Thank you children for your (child-like) enthusiasm for all things 1627, it has buoyed us as we sweated our way through the summer.
Our Creepy Crawly Friends
Is there anything wrong with considering this (very beautiful) snail, a stick insect, a praying mantis and two crazy bee/waspy/hornety things our friends? We don’t think so! It’s the simple things…
The arrival of gooseberries in the little patch by the saw pit are a sure sign that summer is here, and munching on a beautiful gooseberry tart was a great way to celebrate!
As our friend William Wood remarks in his New Enlgand Prospect, “there is likewise Strawberries in abundance, very large ones, some being two inches about; one may gather half a bushel in a forenoone”. Small and insignificant as this strawberry might seem to those of us who are more accustomed to our fragaria ananassa growing as big as golf balls, Interpreters have been known to split one of these little guys three ways on a hot summer day.
And it’s not just us seventeenth-century people who need to be fed. We brought in stacks and stacks of hay to feed our cast of animals too!
Personally, this is my most exciting piece of news. I got a new hat! My hat was handmade by the fantastically talented Johanna Tower, and modelled after the “Hopkins” beaver fur hat at Pilgrim Hall Museum Incidentally, in the video of Johanna linked above, when she holds up the hat block and says it has been adjusted for someone with a big head…that would be me. Thanks for making me look authentic, Historic Clothing and Textiles Ladies!
I found this. And found it hilarious.
Step One: Buy chosen house chocolate and flowers.
Step Two: Look sharp and take house to fancy restaurant…you get the idea…
Some visitors left me some contemporary art. Can anyone shed any light on its meaning? Perhaps it’s more conceptual in its nature.
And we happily daubed away the hours, chinking and singing all the long day….If you listen carefully enough, you might be able to hear Terrance the Daub Owl singing back at you.
Terrance wraps up my summer-in-a-nutshell post quite succinctly. And summer wrapping up brings us to the following inevitable conclusion:
Thanksgiving is Coming – The Words of House Winslow
Of course, now that summer is officially over and the autumn leaves start to fall, it’s time for us Pilgrims to start preparing for the pinnacle of our season. Thanksgiving. Master Winslow (wasn’t he playing for The Jets last night?) is causing a rift in the space-time continuum by trying to get his story straight.
Our harvest is being gotten in and we hope to (after a special manner) rejoice together.
And the turkeys are panicking!
Bring it on, Thanksgiving, bring it on.