We had a pleasant several-day trip from Michigan to Williamsburg. On the way we went on a covered bridge search again in Pennsylvania. We also found Gravity Hill. There were three spots on that tiny rural road where you were supposed to be able to put the car in neutral and roll up a hill. Well, it didn’t work on the first two marked spots, so we thought we’d gone on a wild goose chase. But on the last one, it’s happened. We rolled up a hill! Couldn’t believe it – not sure if it is because of a “gravity gap” in the universe, as some claim, or an optical illusion!
We enjoyed an overnight visit with John’s cousin, Prue Kestner, in Knoxville, Maryland. She lives in a 2-story home built in 1824. She has put lots of work into it, and has furnished it with many family antiques and photos. Great fun! We went out to dinner that evening in neighboring Frederick (lots of Revolutionary War and Civil War history in that area) and thoroughly enjoyed an E. Indian meal. Prue teaches Yoga, has been to India many times, teaches Sanskrit and mediation – an interesting evening, for sure.
We enjoyed stopping by the Wellspring Retreat Center outside Washington DC -- originally part of the Church of the Savior--where we have attended retreats. It is holy ground. We had a nice visit with Janet Hudson who is still part of that mission group.
We had been looking forward to our 3-day stay at a B&B in Williamsburg since last June, when our church gave us a gift certificate for the Boxwood Inn. We stayed in the deluxe “Jefferson Room” with its luxurious king-size bed, spacious bathroom with Jacuzzi tub and a shower big enough for four people! The breakfasts were scrumptious!
Our first evening we went to the Governor's Palace for a candlelight classical music concert, with costumed players of various instruments. We spent just one day going through the colonial Williamsburg with their 1700’s reconstructed houses, gardens, shops, taverns, and live craftspeople. The “actors” portrayed the political confusion of the time, about whether to support the King or to rebel for independence. We had a wonderful dinner in a tavern with roving musicians and great prime rib. We didn’t see everything, but decided to spend the next day at the historic Jamestown area, learning about the first English settlers who landed there in 1607. There is also a reconstructed fort, an American Indian village, reconstructed ships--all quite interesting. The museum was very detailed and informative.
We were thrilled to be able to connect with Rebecca and Dave Hartt and family, and had a wonderful dinner in their beautiful 2-story brick home. (Rebecca was the choir director at Christ Church before moving to Williamsburg.) As is the custom in many homes here, they had a wreath and candle in every window in the front – I counted 13, I believe!
The phone call that interrupted our wonderful time in Williamsburg was of the news that my father, Vern Pickrell, age 96, had died. He had been in a nursing home for the last several years, with little quality of life, so it was not a surprise, but still came as a jolt. But we can also rejoice that he has finally been welcomed into God's eternal realm of peace -- he was more than ready.
We rejoined our trailer where it was stored in North Carolina. It was a bit hard to go back to a tiny bathroom, and to have to cook for ourselves again. But, hey, it’s home, and it’s always good to be home!