An Afternoon At Mount Vernon
Friday morning dawned bright and beautiful, what a great day for an adventure!
Michael and I headed north towards Mount Vernon, Virginia.
The home of our first President
George Washington.
We arrived and parked in a lot that was over flowing…
I have no idea why
I would have thought the beautiful home and grounds
of one of “our” most historic figures
would not be covered with tourist on this warm spring day…
I rather enjoyed the dream of walking right up,
maybe being introduced as welcome visitors,
sitting for a “spot o’ tea” ,
then taking a personally guided tour of the grounds…
Hey, a woman can get caught up in her day dreams..especially given a couple hours between point A and point B..
So, Cousin George wasn’t there to greet us
and Martha offered us no tea..
While walking along the actual grounds and along the same hallways,
while running your hand over the very same banister
that once felt the warmth of their hands long ago …
if you just barely squinted your eyes and cocked an ear
you could just almost “hear”
the rustle of a many layered dress as
Martha would have passed this way…
or maybe even the far off whispered sound
of a General’s voice
as he arrived home
coming through the door…
So we did not sit for tea,
all the same I truly enjoyed our time at Mount Vernon.
We began our visit in the Orientation Center
viewing Mount Vernon in miniature .
.a one-twelfth scale exact replica of the mansion
with 22 rooms containing
hundreds of tiny objects
including oil paintings, china, books,
and more than 100 tables and chairs.
A little girls (or an older gamma’s) dream come true …
except it was out of reach behind glass!
While there we watched an 18 minute “action adventure” film
which introduced us to the young Washington
who was to become
“The Father of His Country”.
then upon leaving the the center
we walked upon the grounds that
oh, so many years ago the Washington’s called home.
Mount Vernon
sits upon a gently sloping hill beside the Potomac river..
sporting a long porch on the rivers side
to sit in the shade and catch an afternoons pleasant breeze.
After leaving the kitchen we quickly headed in the direction
of the “Old Vault”
that first housed the earthly remains of our first president..
In his will George made arrangements
for a new burial tomb to be built..
knowing that erosion would ill afford
a good resting spot for him and his prodigy
at the present site of the old tomb.
The new tomb was finally constructed in 1831,
where the Washingtons remains rest today.
From there we headed out
by way of the Museum and education center…
Here, we were also not permitted to take pictures
and this area was being watched over
by some extremely serious looking
security guards..
Didn’t help matters when Michael said rather loudly..
“Hey Donna here’s you a good picture of the copula and dove weather vane..”…
Well, that big guard furrowed his brow,
set his jaw and leveled a very hard look at me!
Needless to say ,
I took no “accidental” pictures in the museum!
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