When the person behind the desk at the airport asked me where I was going, I was really tickled to be able to say “Istanbul”. It had always seemed like such an exotic, mysterious place. Partially in Europe and partially in Asia, it was once Constantinople. Before that, it was Byzantium. It has Egyptian obelisks, a Roman hippodrome, very early Christian structures, and Ottoman mosques. It also has a royal palace with a completely intact harem. Then, there is the train station for the Orient Express. Someday I would love to take the trip from Istanbul to Venice.
The hotel was on the Asian side of the Bosphorus overlooking the Golden Horn and near the Galata Bridge. A deep, natural harbor, the Golden Horn has been the main military port of Istanbul back as far as the 7th century BC. I could see the Suleymaniye Mosque (Mosque of Suleiman the Magnificent), on the other side of the Bosphorus, from my hotel room.
After taking a few photos from my hotel room window, I set out to explore the area (which was called Galata) around the hotel. It was a grey day, but the city itself was colorful.
That evening I met the Tour Director and my fellow travelers. We had 41 people on the tour. Only a couple of us were from the US. Most were from Canada, the UK and Australia.
We were returning to Istanbul later in the tour to explore
the city in detail. So the next morning, we crossed the Galata Bridge to the
European side, looked around a bit and then left Istanbul, driving along the
Sea of Marmara on the European side of the Dardanelles. We were headed to
Gallipoli.
During World War I, a large battle took place between the Ottoman Empire (supported by Germany and Austria-Hungary) and the British Empire (Australia, India, Newfoundland, New Zealand, and the United Kingdom), supported by France and Russia on the Gallipoli Peninsula. It was a major Ottoman victory and a horrible defeat for the British Empire and its Allies (302,000 casualties). It was an absolute massacre.
We started off at Anzac Cove, one of the main battlefields.
Just above the cove is a rock formation called “the Sphinx”. Next was the
Mehmetcik Memorial, which depicts a Turkish soldier carrying a British soldier.
Then we visited the cemetery and the Lone Pine Memorial to the Australians who
died at Gallipoli.
The main memorial included a statue of Ataturk (1st
President of the Republic) and some of the battle trenches. A memorial to New
Zealand was near the Ataturk Memorial. There is a pretty good film about it
called “Gallipoli” released in 1981. I was quite moved by the film when I saw
it several years before visiting Turkey.
When we were done exploring the battlegrounds, trenches,
cemetery and memorials, we took a ferry from Kilye Bay on the European side of
the Dardanelles to Canakkale on the Asia Minor side. Canakkale is the nearest
major town to Troy. The Trojan Horse used in the 2004 film “Troy” greets those
who arrive by ferry.
We spent the night at a resort hotel on the water. There were some huge rabbits hanging out on the property. Much larger than the bunnies I usually have on my property at home.
I had what I thought was a really interesting bathtub in my room. It was quite compact and you basically sat on a seat and used a hand-held shower. It worked well for a seated shower, but wouldn’t have worked at all for a bubble bath.
We spent the next day stepping way back in time while exploring Troy!
Several of us had decided to stay an extra night in DC so we could do a Hop On Hop Off sightseeing trolley and spend more time immersing ourselves in the museums and history in the US capitol city. We were back in the hotel from which we began our trip and I was back in another suite! I do love it when I get an upgrade as suites are not something I can afford on my own. It’s a fun extra!
I took a walk to the nearest grocers to get a few things for
the next couple days. Had free water again, but the room that had the pastries
and fruit the last time was closed this time. Probably was too late in the day.
After a light dinner, I walked to Lafayette Park from which there was supposed
to be a Lincoln Assassination Walking Tour departing at 7pm (meeting at the
statue of Andrew Jackson). But nobody showed. So I took some photos of Blair
House and other houses around the park, a fountain, and a statue before heading
back to the hotel.
Blair House is actually a complex of four houses that have been melded together to be used as the President’s Guest House – usually for foreign dignitaries. This began after a visit by Winston Churchill to FDR when Churchill displeased the First Lady, Eleanor, by wandering around the White House in the middle of the night and trying to gain entry to the private apartments to talk to FDR. Not as many folks get to spend the night in the Lincoln bedroom anymore. There must not have been anybody staying at Blair House at the time I was there as I could get quite close to it without seeing any guards (or people who could have been Secret Service).
The statue I photographed was of the Comte de Rochambeau. He
was heavily involved at the Battle of Yorktown with his French troops, helping
George Washington to defeat the British General Cornwallis. I think it’s a cool
looking statue.
As it was getting dark, I headed back to the hotel for the night. I planned to be at the first stop of the trolley tour when it began in the morning, so I could fit as much into the day as possible.
The first stop was the Willard Hotel. The hotel was founded in 1847 and has had numerous important guests during its history. Lincoln stayed there for several days before his inauguration in 1861. Martin Luther King wrote his “I Have a Dream” speech while staying there in 1963.
Once I got on the trolley, I rode it down Pennsylvania Avenue and up Louisiana Avenue to Columbus Circle and Union Station. It was raining and I had been to Union Station on a previous trip to DC, so I stayed on as we went past Union Station and the Supreme Court Building to the Library of Congress Jefferson Building. It was still raining, but I wanted to see the inside of this lovely 19th century building so I jumped off. The interior was gorgeous.
Once I got on the trolley again, we headed for the Capitol. From there, we did a circle around the area where the American Indian Museum, the Air & Space Museum, and the Holocaust Museum resided. The rain had let up by the time I left the Jefferson Building. But something was going on in the area of those museums, so we couldn’t stop at the designated stops or anywhere near these buildings. There were lots of police and such. Never did find out what the problem was.
We snaked along for a while, and then sat in traffic for quite a while before we could circle back around. By the time we had gotten back around, the heavens had opened and we were experiencing a deluge. We had lost quite a bit of time and still couldn’t get close to the buildings I wanted to visit, so I decided to swing by again later in the day. I had some other places I wanted to make certain that I got to, torrential downpours of Biblical proportions or no.
I stayed on until the Jefferson Memorial. It had stopped
again by then, so I got off of the trolley and walked to the memorial. I had
been to this memorial on a previous visit at night, so was looking forward to
seeing it in the daylight and the area around it. It is in a beautiful setting
right on the Potomac.
After getting the photos I wanted and hanging out for a bit to take in the views from the memorial, I hiked over to the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial. By that time, it was raining again lightly, so I got some semi-soggy photos there. Then I headed to where I could catch the trolley again. The Martin Luther King Jr Memorial did not yet exist. That was built in 2011 (I was there a year too early).
I rode the trolley to the Lincoln Memorial to switch to the Arlington Cemetery Loop to go to the Custis-Lee Mansion (home of descendants of Martha Washington through her first husband, Daniel Park Custis). Martha’s son bought the land that is now Arlington Cemetery and his son built the house. The grandson’s daughter married Robert E. Lee. When Lee chose his state, Virginia, over his country and refused to lead the Union Army, taking command of the Confederate Army instead, his property was taken over by the Union. It was in a very strategic position overlooking important parts of the Capitol. Once the Civil War ended, the plantation was converted to a national cemetery.
It was quite a hike up the hill to the house, so I sat down
once I got there to look out across the cemetery and DC itself while I caught
my breath. The house was being restored while I was there, but it wasn’t too
far into the restoration. I did take a couple of interior shots, but there
wasn’t much to see yet and we weren’t allowed in too much of the house. It was
still great to see as much of it as I could. On my previous trip to DC, I had
only been able to look up at it from the eternal flame at JFK’s grave below.
This time I looked down at the eternal flame from the house.
Once I spent some time at the house and in the Civil War portion of the cemetery, I took the trolley back to the Lincoln Memorial and switched to the main trolley to go to the World War II Memorial to see it in daylight. I had planned to go to the National Museum of American History, but was tired and in need of food. So I decided to put that one off until later too and headed back to Ford’s Theatre as I knew there were several places to choose from to have lunch in that neighborhood.
After lunch, I switched to the National Cathedral Loop where
I photographed the Cathedral, Dumbarton Oaks, and several locations in
Georgetown. Dumbarton Oaks was originally built in 1801 and has been enlarged
several times. The gardens and portions of the house are open to the public. It
is mainly a research facility however.
After leaving Georgetown, we headed back towards the White
House and my hotel. The house where James and Dolly Madison lived after the
White House was set on fire during the War of 1812 was bordering the other end
of the park. I had actually been past it several times without realizing what
it was. It looked like a great house.
I caught a photo of the entrance to Chinatown and then left
the trolley at the White House gift shop. After scouring the gift shop, I
realized I was running low on time and energy. So I walked back to the hotel
(picking up something for dinner on the way) and got ready for my flight home
the next day.
The shuttle I was on to Reagan National had a traffic accident. It was minor enough that I wasn’t hurt, but we still need to wait for the police. A replacement was sent out by the shuttle company. By the time the replacement arrived and got us to the airport, I had missed my flight. So I re-booked a flight leaving from Dulles and needed to take a taxi there. Ended up in a long cab ride in a very heavy rainstorm. Although I made it to the airport in time and got my luggage checked in, I couldn’t get through security fast enough to make the flight. Fortunately there was another plane from Dulles in just an hour. When I finally got to Minneapolis, my luggage (which arrived on the earlier flight) was waiting for me.
After the British captured Philadelphia in 1777 and the
Continental Army failed to retake it, George Washington set up camp at Valley
Forge for the winter. Log huts were constructed to house the roughly 12,000
people who would be there for about six months. During the time in encampment
there, nearly 2,000 died from disease (typhoid, influenza, small pox, typhus,
dysentery) and malnutrition (as supplies were inconsistent).
The encampment included soldiers from all thirteen colonies. English was not necessarily the first language of all of them. The group was also racially mixed as the soldiers included free blacks and Native Americans. The Continental Army was the most racially mixed ever in the US until after World War II.
The time was spent drilling and training in order to make the army a better disciplined, efficient group. These were not professional soldiers, but farmers, shopkeepers, etc. One of the biggest myths about Valley Forge was that it was freezing and buried in snow all winter. This wasn’t quite true although it definitely wasn’t a day at the beach.
The Marquis de Lafayette had joined Washington by this
point. He and other officers, such as Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton and
Captain Henry “Light Horse Harry” Lee, were housed in local stone buildings.
The log buildings there now are all reproductions, but the stone buildings
(including Washington’s headquarters) are original.
In Philadelphia, our first stop was the Art Museum where Rocky ran up the steps as part of his boxing training. Some of our group attempted to run up the steps themselves. Knowing that I wouldn’t get far with running, I chose to walk up at a steady pace. I ended up passing up several of the others who had started out running and ran out of air.
From the museum steps, we got a good view of the back end of
another equestrian statue of George Washington. Off in the distance was City
Hall with a statue of William Penn on top.
Next came a stop at the Liberty Bell. At the time I was
there in 2010, excavations were taking place on the foundations of the house
where George Washington lived as President. John Adams also lived there until
the White House in Washington, DC was built. A memorial to the President’s
house was under construction at the same time. Not much to take photos of at
the time as what was there was behind fences and scaffolding. It looked like it
was going to be pretty cool once completed.
We had special tickets to see the inside of Independence
Hall with times on them. We just had to be at the entrance by the time stamped
on the ticket. So, in addition to saying “hi” to the Liberty Bell and checking
out what I could of the President’s House, I took a walk to the Graff House
where Thomas Jefferson stayed and wrote the Declaration of Independence. I
didn’t have time for the film, but dashed up the stairs to the two rooms
Jefferson rented.
This time at Independence Hall, we weren’t herded around
like the prior visit and I was able to see everything I wanted to see. I could
take my time getting photos. The famous painting of the signing of the
Declaration of Independence was not exactly accurate as the whole process took
several days and not all of the men were in the same room at the same time. But
they did have their special chairs at the various tables in the room just like
the arrangement that can be seen there now.
After I left Independence Hall, I went by Congress Hall,
which was the first location of the US Congress when the capitol was in
Philadelphia. The Old City Hall was where the Supreme Court met in those days.
Library Hall has a cool statue of Benjamin Franklin as part of the façade.
I checked out those buildings while on my way to Christ Church Burial Ground to see Franklin’s grave. The burial ground was begun in 1719 for the church which had been there since 1695. Franklin died in 1790. The grave was easy to find as it is near the fence not too far from the entrance. It is a very simple slab with just his name and his wife, Deborah’s name. Benjamin Rush, another signer of the Declaration, is also buried in that cemetery. He has a fairly simple slab, near one of the walls with a memorial next to it that was added later.
Baltimore, Maryland was our lunch stop before heading back
to Washington, DC. Prior to colonization, the area that is now Baltimore was
mainly a hunting ground for Native Americans. Once colonized, it grew fast due
to its tobacco and sugar cane plantations. We were let loose in the Inner
Harbor at a shopping center next to the USS Constellation, which is the only
Civil War era tall ship still afloat.
Prior to the Civil War, the Constellation was involved in
efforts to end the slave trade as part of the African Slave Trade Patrol. Once
the war began, the ship remained in African seas for a while before being sent
to patrol the Mediterranean. Eventually the ship returned to the Colonies as
part of a blockade of Confederate ports.
Next time – back in Washington, DC to spend a day hopping on and off a sight seeing trolley.
In 1859, a raid was led by abolitionist John Brown on the
arsenal at Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia. He had 21 men with him – 16 white,
three free black, one freed slave, and one fugitive slave. They were armed with
steel pikes. They were soon pinned down by locals and some of the militia and
took refuge in the engine house. Lieutenant Colonel Robert E. Lee and
Lieutenant J. E. B. Stuart led 86 soldiers to capture Brown’s raiders. Brown
himself was hanged for treason. His goal had been to inspire a slave revolt.
Back in 1747, a fella named Robert Harper bought the rights
to the ferry at the confluence of the Shenandoah and Potomac rivers from Peter
Stephens, a squatter who was running the ferry on land actually owned by Lord
Fairfax, a Scotsman. Harper then bought about 126 acres of land from Lord
Fairfax, which included the land that became the town of Harper’s Ferry
(originally called “Shenandoah Falls at Mister Harper’s Ferry”). Both Thomas
Jefferson and George Washington visited the site at different times. When
Washington arrived, he decided it would be a great place for a US armory and
arsenal. Meriwether Lewis obtained the weapons and hardware for the Lewis &
Clark Expedition from the armory.
When our tour group arrived, we found that Harper’s Ferry
was still a very small town – only 286 people. The old part of town had been
declared a National Historic Park and preserved as it would have been back in
1859. We left our tour coach at the visitor’s center and boarded a shuttle bus
to take us down to the Lower Town. There we could wander around, in and out of
buildings, until it was time to head back to the visitor’s center.
Some of the buildings I visited contained the A Place in Time Museum (the history of Harper’s Ferry), Frankel’s Clothing Store, the Provost Marshall Office, Stipes Boarding House, Arsenal Square (where the arsenal once stood), John Brown’s Fort (the engine house), the memorial on the original site of John’s Brown’s Fort (and where he was captured), the John Brown Museum, the museum to the 1862 Battle of Harper’s Ferry, the Confectionary, and the Civil War Museum. I had lunch at a café in the midst of all of these preserved buildings and museums.
Other than the café, restaurants, and the restrooms, it was like stepping back in time. Cars were not allowed (other than the shuttle bus), so it really seemed like we were back in 1859, except for the clothing and equipment of all of the tourists.
I got back to the visitor’s center a little early so I could
browse in the gift shop. I found a large portrait photo of Abraham Lincoln and
his son Tad, which now hangs on the wall of the bedroom I use as a library.
The bloodiest battle of the Civil War, the Battle of
Gettysburg was fought from July 1st to 3rd in 1863 in and
around the town of Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. The casualties were estimated from
46,000 to 51,000 in total. Major General George Meade was commander of the Army
of the Potomac (Union) while General Robert E. Lee commanded the Army of
Northern Virginia (Confederates).
Other than memorials (and the growth of trees and
shrubbery), the battlefield doesn’t look that much different than it did then.
This makes it really easy to imagine the whole thing in your mind, especially
while being described by an expert guide. Having the guide join you in your car
and show you around is definitely worthwhile. That is what my brothers did when
they took a day trip from DC. Our tour had one come aboard the tour coach.
We had about four hours at the battlefield, starting at the
visitor’s center with a film, followed by the cyclorama and museum. After that,
we were joined by our guide and toured the battlefield. We began at the statue
of General Lee, which stands close to the starting point of Pickett’s Charge.
This was a portion of the battle on the third day where about 12,500
Confederates marched across to what is known as the “high water mark” on
Cemetery Ridge. The Confederates were pretty much mowed down, although there
were a few who made it all the way to the Union line and hand-to-hand combat.
On our circuitous route to Cemetery Ridge (and the statue of General Meade), we stopped at several battle sites including Plum Run, the Peach Orchard, the Wheat Field, the Devil’s Den, and Little Round Top (which included a Union Reenactor). We got off of the tour coach and walked around at most of these locations.
The movie “Gettysburg” (based on the book The Killer Angels) used thousands of
reenactors and filmed many of the battle scenes at Gettysburg on the actual
battlefield. When I watched the movie, in addition to Pickett’s Charge, it was
the 20th Maine’s adventures on Little Round Top that made a big
impression. Their attempt to defend their position on the second day of the
battle culminated in a downhill bayonet charge led by their school teacher
commander, Colonel Joshua Chamberlain (Jeff Daniels in the movie) when they ran
out of ammunition. Standing on Little Round Top and looking down the slope
makes their charge all the more impressive as it was fairly steep. If it had
been me, I likely would have tripped, fallen, and become impaled on either my
own or someone else’s bayonet.
The failed Pickett’s Charge is quite dramatic also. The
movie footage was filmed in the actual location where it took place. Standing
at either end (where it began or where it ended) it seems impossible that it
would have been successful. In the book and movie, after the charge fails, Lee
tells Pickett to “look to your division”. Pickett responds, “I have no
division.”
The 1st Minnesota was heavily involved in the Battle
of Gettysburg as well. They have three monuments there as roughly 82% were
killed, mainly on the second day at Plum Run.
That night we were staying in the Gettysburg Hotel, which
dates from 1797. It is on the main square of the town, across the street from
the David Willis House, where Lincoln stayed when he came to deliver the
Gettysburg Address. The hotel was used as a hospital during the battle and is
reputed to be haunted. I spent some time before dinner walking around in the
neighborhood, which was very historic.
We had dinner at the Dobbin House Tavern, which dates to 1776 and was a hiding place for runaway slaves on the Underground Railroad. After a tasty dinner of flounder stuffed with crab meat, a baked potato, and a slice of cherry pie, we were given a short tour of the rooms where the runaways were hidden. The conditions were very cramped, but they would have had to have been in order not to be found.
Back at the hotel, I ended up sleeping with the lamp next to
my bed on. I was pretty sure I wasn’t alone in the room.
Next time –Valley Forge, Philadelphia, and Baltimore.
The site of Richmond, Virginia was once a Powhatan Village.
Some of the settlers from Jamestown moved up the river to join the Native
Americans there in the early 1600s. By 1737, the village of Richmond was formed.
During the American Revolution, it displaced Williamsburg (which had displaced
Jamestown) as the capitol of Virginia.
It was in St John’s Church, where the House of Burgesses
from Williamsburg was meeting after having been kicked out of Williamsburg by
the Royal Governor, where Patrick Henry gave his famous “give me liberty, or
give me death” speech. This church was built in 1741, replacing a couple of
earlier churches. The first one was Henrico Parish Church, which had been built
in 1611. This church was the first college in the American Colonies. It also
educated the children of the Native Americans there.
Pocahantas was held captive nearby. But was baptized (taking
the name “Rebecca”) at the Henrico Parish Church and married John Rolfe there.
They established a plantation across the river. When the town of Henricus,
along with the church, were destroyed in the Massacre of 1622 (and never
rebuilt) a new church was built at the Rolfe Plantation. Once Richmond was
founded, the present church was built in an area that became known as Church
Hill.
It was during the Second Virginia Convention at St John’s
Church, which was attended by all the important Virginia delegates, including
Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, Benjamin Harrison V, Thomas Mann Randolph,
Richard Bland, Richard Henry Lee, Francis Lightfoot Lee, that Patrick Henry
gave his historic speech. By the time of the Third Virginia Convention, Patrick
Henry found himself elected as the first Governor of Virginia while George
Washington was appointed as head of the American Army.
During the Revolution, Benedict Arnold housed his troops in
St John’s Church. A signer of the Declaration of Independence, George Wythe, is
buried in the churchyard. He was also the first law professor in the US and a
delegate to the Continental Congress. Edgar Allan Poe’s mother was buried in
the churchyard as well, but the location of her grave is not known.
I was moved to be in that church, which wasn’t a replica,
but the actual site of such important US history. We had the time to walk
around in the neighborhood next to the church, which was also authentic and
dated back to the time when the church was built.
From there, we visited the Capitol Building, designed by
Thomas Jefferson with the help of French architect, Charles-Louis Clerisseau.
It was built at the summit of a hill and completed in 1788. The House of
Burgesses moved in and became the Virginia General Assembly.
The building survived the Civil War, despite its role as the
capitol of the Confederacy. But the gallery and floor of the large courtroom on
the second floor collapsed in 1870. Instead of being demolished, the Capitol
was repaired and two wings were added. A short distance from the Capitol, in
Capitol Square, Is a large, equestrian monument to George Washington.
We had lunch in Charlottesville on our way to Thomas
Jefferson’s home, Monticello. Designed by Jefferson himself and built in 1772,
the house is one of the most interesting I have ever seen. He had so many
inventions and contraptions all over the house that were way ahead of their
time. I really liked his bedroom, which had a bed built in an alcove as part of
the wall between two rooms – his bedroom and his study.
After coming in through the original main entrance, our
group (there were a lot of people in the house) was taken into the library. I
ended up at the very back of the room, next to a very old looking chair. We
were pretty well packed in. This was one time when being short was a good
thing. Because I couldn’t be seen, was behind everyone else, and didn’t need to
bend down at all, I was able to caress the arm of the chair.
Later in the talk that the guide was giving, he mentioned
the chair next to which I was standing as being one of Jefferson’s favorite
chairs that he sat in often. Yay! Although I do usually stick to the rules and
keep my hands off, this was one time it was just too tempting, especially since
my hip was already up against the side of the arm in that very crowded room.
Even if photography had been allowed, there were so many
people it wouldn’t have been possible to get a decent photo anyway. We could
take photos of the kitchens and outbuildings.
Once we toured the inside of the house, we had free time to
explore the grounds. I headed along Mulberry Row, which contained a lot of the
service buildings and the slave quarters for the house slaves. Several gardens
were also along the path to the family graveyard where Jefferson’s grave is
located. Once again I hiked all over the area to see as much as I could, then
finished up at the visitor’s center.
When I was a kid, I saw a film called “Shenandoah” starring
Jimmy Stewart. In addition to its Civil War setting and its anti-war theme, I
remember being impressed by the beauty of the scenery. Come to find out much
later that it was filmed out in Oregon, not in Virginia. Oh, well. I was still
really looking forward to taking the Skyline Drive through Shenandoah National
Park. A very heavy thunderstorm hit shortly after we left Monticello and didn’t
begin to clear until we reached the entrance of the park. That was a relief as
visibility had been quite bad up to that point and I didn’t like the idea of
driving along a road high up in the mountains in heavy rain.
We had quite a drive before we arrived at Skyland Lodge, our
quarters for the night. The lodge was built in 1895, which was before the park
existed. It had cabins and lodges scattered around the property. The lodge in
which I was staying had beautiful views of the Shenandoah River Valley below.
That was what I had been waiting to see and it was truly gorgeous.
It was a relatively short walk from my room to the building
containing the dining room. I decided to just go simple and southern with fried
chicken for dinner. Along with dinner, I sampled some Virginia bourbon with
orange juice and lemonade. It was quite tasty, despite the fact that I tend to
prefer vodka, rum or tequila in my cocktails. While perusing the menu a little
further, I discovered that they offered moonshine. Since the Appalachians were
where moonshine (a clear, unaged whiskey mostly made from corn mash) was mainly
distilled, I figured I couldn’t not give it a try. So I had some moonshine with
lemonade as an after dinner drink.
It went down smooth and was quite delicious. It had a higher
alcoholic content than most other hard liquors, but didn’t taste like it – not
at first. As time went on, however, the effects began to be felt. Then it
sucker-punched me! Wow! I was glad that I wasn’t alone and walked back to the
lodge I was in with others in my group whose rooms were nearby. My friends,
Gaye and Judy, however, were in another part of the resort.
The effects just increased. By the time I got into my room,
I was feeling might tipsy. So, I got ready for bed, set my alarm for the morning,
and went to sleep. The next day, we continued along Skyline Drive to the north,
stopping off at Hazel Mountain Overlook to take some photos and look at the
spectacular views.
Next time – complete immersion in the Civil War at Harper’s Ferry and Gettysburg.
Alexandria, Virginia – now basically a DC suburb – was a
major slave trading port with one of the largest slave markets in the country.
The building that housed the offices of a slave trading company is now a museum
called Freedom House. Some of the auctions were held in front of the Town Hall.
Our stop in Alexandria was brief — just long enough to see the Town Hall and a
little of the Old Town.
The land on which Mount Vernon stands was acquired by George Washington’s great-grandfather in the 1600s. The view from the house across the Potomac River is gorgeous. What a lovely place to live! No wonder Washington was anxious to get home after he was President. We were able to tour most of the house (though not allowed to take photos other than in the kitchen). I walked around the property, looking at everything. Once I paid my respects at George and Martha’s graves, I went back to the porch and sat in one of the rocking chairs, taking in the views until it was time to leave.
We had lunch at Spotsylvania Courthouse, location of a Civil War battle in 1864. The 20 hour battle ended in a stalemate and three cemeteries full of bodies.
Our afternoon was spent at Yorktown. Founded in 1691 as a port town, Yorktown was the site of British General Cornwallis’ surrender to George Washington during the American Revolution in 1781. This was also the battle when Washington finally caved in to Alexander Hamilton and let him take command. One of the photos I have from there is of a redoubt where Hamilton fearlessly led the charge. In town were several buildings that were there at the time of the Revolution, including a house (the Nelson house) with a cannonball still imbedded in the wall. Down below the town, is a cave that Cornwallis used as his headquarters.
We spent the night in Williamsburg, not too far from the
historic part of town. We could actually walk there. It would have been a long
walk, but we could still walk there. Since I had walked all over Mount Vernon
and Yorktown (I covered the entire battlefield as well as the town), I didn’t
feel the need to walk all the way into town that evening. So I grabbed some
food near the hotel and watched a movie in my room.
Jamestown was our first stop for the day. The first
settlement there was begun in 1607 when the ships Susan Constant, Discovery,
and Godspeed arrived in what later became Virginia. The settlement had a pretty
rocky time. Its location was swampy with loads of mosquitos and brackish water.
The settlers arrived in the middle of a major drought and too late in the year
to plant anything. Most of the group were gentlemen and their servants, none of
whom were used to manual labor. Seems that this idea was not too well thought
out. In a few months, roughly 80% of the group was dead.
Although another group arrived in 1608, many of them ran off to join the Powhatan tribes, so the settlers were in dire straights by 1609. This was when the Sea Venture led several other ships to rescue Jamestown. Unfortunately, they encountered a hurricane and ended up stranded in Bermuda for nearly a year while they built new ships. They finally arrived at Jamestown in 1610.
1609 and 1610 are remembered as the Starving Time. There wasn’t much left of the settlement by the time the people from the Sea Venture finally arrived. But their arrival saved what was left of the colony. There is an interesting book about it titled The Shipwreck That Saved Jamestown. This story is also considered to have been the basis for Shakespeare’s play “The Tempest”.
My first ancestor to arrive in what eventually became the US
(and my 11th great grandfather on my paternal grandmother’s side)
was on the Sea Venture, survived the hurricane, and arrived in Jamestown on the
Deliverance in 1610. He stuck around for a couple years and headed back to
London in 1612. In 1620, he decided to give it another try and sailed across
again with his second wife and children from both his first and second wives.
I’m descended from a daughter by his first wife.
I would have really liked to have seen the remains of the
original settlement that is known as Historic Jamestown, but we were taken to
the recreation of the colony known as Jamestown Settlement. A Powhatan village
was been reconstructed just outside of the settlement. They also have replicas
of the three original ships and of the settlement itself as it would have been
in 1610 through 1614. It was very interesting to see. Sometime, though, I would
still like to visit the actual settlement.
After spending the morning at Jamestown, we returned to Williamsburg for the remainder of the day. I had been to Williamsburg before on an earlier trip, but we ran out of time before we could tour the Governor’s Palace. So this time, immediately after lunch (which was at the same end of town as the Governor’s Palace) I made my way there first.
To try to keep from having too many people in the building at the same time, they gather groups in the courtyard. Then, when one group has pretty much exited, they let another in. Fortunately we did not need to stay with our group and gather around a tour guide. We could wander through at our own pace. There were placards to read and costumed guides who could answer question and would bring our attention to something they especially thought we should see or learn about. Since we had all afternoon, I took my time.
Making several stops along the way, I walked from the Governor’s Palace to the House of Burgesses at the other end of town and back again. I stopped in at the Brickyard (brick making), the Blacksmith shop and Armory (making horseshoes, tools, weapons and nails), the Joinery (finishing work on doors, windows, fireplace mantels), the Gunsmith shop (gun making), the Apothecary (pharmacy), the Bindery (book binding), the Coopers (barrel making), the cabinetmakers (furniture making), the Wheelwright (wheel making), the Foundry (creating objects in brass, bronze, pewter and silver), and a Shoemakers (making shoes and boots). I also visited some of the houses that were open to the public, such as the Everard House, the Geddy House, the Wythe House, and the Peyton Randolph House.
There were also several costumed interpreters portraying
historical figures such as Thomas Jefferson, Patrick Henry, James Madison, and
George Washington, and others playing various townspeople, soldiers, and
slaves. Had a nice chat with a housemaid at the Governor’s Palace, a soldier at
the parade ground, a free black woman, and Thomas Jefferson, in addition to
some of the people at the different shops and workshops. All in all, a fun day.
That evening, we went back into town to have dinner at the Shields Tavern, where we had an 18th century style southern dinner accompanied by 18th century music. We also had a few actors playing patriots who were doing a little rebel-rousing. After breakfast at the hotel, we had an interpreter give us information on the life of a slave at that time.
Next time – Richmond, Monticello and the Shenandoah National Park.
For a fall 2010 tour of the US Historic East, including Colonial, Revolutionary, and Civil War sites, I had an early morning flight from Minneapolis to Chicago. I do dislike early morning flights. But I would rather take one when going to a domestic destination and have a decent amount of time on my first day than taking a late flight and not getting to see anything before the tour begins. This tour, the flight from Chicago to Washington’s Reagan National was delayed by a thunderstorm. After getting a good late lunch at the hotel, I set off to explore the area around it.
I was upgraded to a suite on a special floor where you had to use your room card on the elevator when selecting the floor in order to get there. Unlike Amman, Jordan where I had a suite but couldn’t use it, I had two full nights at this hotel. After getting back to the hotel from my exploration of the neighborhood (the hotel was roughly a block from the White House), I checked out the VIP room for the people on my floor. I found bottled water, fruit, pastries and small bottles of sparkling wine. Trying not to be too much of a pig, I hauled a few items back to my room. I wasn’t going to need to go anywhere for dinner that night.
We had about 45 people on the tour. Since it had to do with
US history, there were several Americans. We also had a few Canadians and a
couple of Brits. Our Tour Director was named Scott. At our meet and greet that
evening, I met a couple of ladies (Judy & Gaye) from Louisville, Kentucky
with whom I often sat for dinner or lunch.
The following morning, we began our tour with a walk to
Lafayette Park and the White House. However, we were fairly quickly asked to
leave as the President and his family were walking from the White House to the
church on the other side of the park (St Johns) to attend Sunday morning
service. So we walked back to the hotel, jumped on our tour coach and made our
way to Arlington National Cemetery.
The first thing we did was to visit the graves of President
Kennedy, Jackie, Bobby & Ted. Then we looked at some of the Civil War
graves before heading to the Iwo Jima Memorial. The land upon which the
cemetery stands was originally owned by the Custis family. These were the
descendants of George Washington’s wife, Martha and her children by her first
husband. Martha’s great-granddaughter married a fella named Robert E. Lee.
When he resigned his commission in the US military and took
the reins of the Confederate army (actually the Army of Northern Virginia at
that time), Lee stationed his army on his property. This was way too dangerous
for the Union. So once the Union managed to remove Lee and his forces, they
took over the property. It wasn’t widely used as a cemetery until after the war
ended, although a couple bodies were buried on the outskirts once the other
cemeteries in the DC area filled up.
The Iwo Jima Memorial is actually dedicated to the US Marines. This was not a memorial that I saw on my first trip to DC back in 1999, so I was glad to see it. We then visited the Korean War Memorial, which I find to be very haunting. Next came the Lincoln Memorial (one of my favorites) and the Vietnam War Memorial. The son of one of our neighbors back in Dallas, where I grew up, died in the Vietnam War. We had enough time there for me to look up his name and find it on the memorial.
We drove by the Capitol, only stopping for a photo from across the lawn. That was okay since I had been able to go inside on my last tour to DC. I had other plans for my free time in the afternoon. We were dropped off at the Smithsonian National Gallery of Art to get lunch and set off on our free time. We could either return there later in the afternoon for a pickup or make our own way back to the hotel. I chose to make my own way back.
After lunch, I walked to Ford’s Theatre. During my last trip, I had been able to see the museum in the basement of the theatre, but not the theatre itself. It had been closed due to a performance of a play. After paying for my admission, I walked up the stairs and entered the theatre at the balcony level. I was retracing John Wilkes Booth’s footprints at that point, but then I departed the path he took to walk down to the front row of the balcony and sit down to soak it all in.
When I was in college, I had designed the costumes for a play which ended up traveling to Ford’s Theatre as part of a competition for play productions from universities around the US. Since I wasn’t actually in the play that time, I didn’t get to go. Just my costumes. I stared at the stage for a while, imagining my costumes moving about down there.
Although you can’t get into the Presidential box itself, you
can see right into it from the same perspective that John Wilkes Booth had in
the small hallway right behind the presidential box. I managed to get a pretty
decent photo from there without reflections. After spending as much time in the
theatre itself as I wanted to, I went downstairs to the museum and explored
that again.
I had been pretty much all by myself in the theatre and had purchased the ticket to see both the theatre and the Peterson House across the street. Back out in the street, there wasn’t any line in front of the Peterson House at all. I went in and found that I had it pretty much to myself too. The challenge with photographing the bed on which Lincoln died, is that it is completely surrounded by glass. So getting a photo without reflections is difficult. But I don’t think I did too badly. He was too tall for the bed and had to lie diagonally across it.
On my way back to the hotel, I went by Madame Tussaud’s, so
I decided to stop in. In addition to the usual actors, singers, etcetera, this
one had several historical figures and presidents. Not all of the wax figures
are great likenesses of their subjects, but they can give you a good general
idea of what someone looks like – especially height and build. Since you can
walk around among them, you can stand toe to toe.
That night, we went to Georgetown for a delicious seafood dinner, followed by a visit to the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. I sat with Judy and Gaye at dinner. They were delightful company.
A World War II Memorial had been built in 2004. We visited it too and took photos from there of the Lincoln Memorial, Washington Memorial and Capitol. The WWII Memorial was quite beautiful at night. It has memorials for both the European theatre and the Pacific.
Next time – we set off for Alexandria, Mount Vernon, Yorktown, Jamestown, and Williamsburg.
Evidence of habitation in Jordan’s capitol city dates as
early as 7250 BC when it was called Ain Ghazal. During the Iron Age, it was
called Ammon and was the capitol of the Kingdom of the Ammonites. During its
Greek and Roman periods, the city was called Philadelphia, becoming Amman once
it became part of the Ottoman Empire.
We were given an overall tour of the city prior to visiting
the Citadel, which mirrors the city in the number of ruins and artifacts from
different historic periods. The oldest site on the Citadel that I saw was a
Bronze Age cave dating to sometime between 1650 and 1550 BC. No Greek buildings
remain, just pieces of pottery.
The Temple of Hercules is the main structure from the Roman period on the Citadel. It was built in roughly 162 to 166. Much of the marble used for the temple was reused for the later Byzantine Church.
A colossal statue of Hercules was once part of the temple. All that is left of it are three fingers and an elbow. It was likely destroyed during an earthquake. Just below the Citadel is a large Roman Theatre.
The Byzantine Church is all that remains from that period,
but the early Islamic Umayyad Palace is thought to have been built over another
Byzantine building in the beginning of the 8th century. The palace
is mainly in ruins, but the entrance chamber has been restored. Near the palace
is a cistern from the same period. The remains of a mosque are also nearby.
In the Archaeological Museum are artifacts from all over
Jordan, dating from prehistoric times to the 15th century. At the
time of my visit in 2010, the museum was located at the Citadel. In 2014, a new
museum was opened not far from the Citadel (near the Roman Theatre). The new
museum was built because the old one had become too small and they couldn’t
expand on the Citadel.
In addition to some of the Dead Sea Scrolls (including the
only copper versions yet found), the museum also has some of the oldest statues
of human figures in the world, dating from when Amman was Ain Ghazal (roughly
7250 BC). Not only could we see these items, but we could photograph them as
well.
When we checked into the hotel, we found that we had been upgraded to suites. However, since I had a 2:50am flight from Amman to Frankfurt, it was pretty much useless to me. I did take advantage of the large, jetted tub before dinner. But one of the couples and I were leaving the hotel at midnight. So only two hours between dinner and our pickup time.
Once we arrived in Frankfurt, we found we were grounded. The Icelandic volcano, Eyjafjallajokull (don’t ask me to pronounce it), after a pause of a few weeks, had started erupting again. Fortunately, our delay was only for about three hours and not overnight. The couple was heading to Toronto and I was flying to Chicago. Upon arrival in Chicago, I needed to re-book my flight to Minneapolis as I had missed the one I was supposed to have been on. By the time I got home, I had been up for nearly 48 hours.
Next time — the start of a tour of the Historic Eastern US.
Indiana Jones has got nothing on me. He traveled through the Siq in Petra, Jordan to find the Holy Grail. I traveled through the same Siq to see the Treasury (the building used in the movie as the location of the Holy Grail) and the rest of the ancient city of Petra. It is a two hour walk into Petra and two ½ hours uphill back out again.
Petra is believed to have been settled as early as 9,000 BC with
the Nabateans settling in and expanding the city in the 4th century
BC. The Nabateans grew wealthy through trade in frankincense, myrrh and spices,
and are considered to possibly be the “wise men from the east” who traveled to
Bethlehem shortly after the birth of the baby Jesus.
On the way to the ancient city, we passed the mountain
(Mount Hor) where Moses’ brother, Aaron, is buried. The photo is a little
fuzzy, but you can see a white building at the top of the mountain.
We were at Petra (which had been known as Raqmu by the
Nabateans) when they opened. We weren’t the only people there or the first
people there, but it wasn’t nearly as crowded as it would be later in the day.
It also wasn’t as hot as it would be later.
The first structure encountered, once entering the area, is the Obelisk Tomb. It definitely has strong Egyptian influences. Shortly after passing this building, the Siq begins. It is a very deep and narrow gorge. Here and there it widens a bit and Roman paving can still be seen in places. The Roman eventually took over the city. Then earthquakes in 363 AD destroyed much of the city. Changes in the trade routes also meant that the city declined until the middle 7th century, by which time it was finally abandoned. That’s when the Bedouins moved in.
At the end of the Siq is a very tantalizing glimpse of the Treasury (Al-Khazneh) shortly before emerging from the Siq to fully see the building. The Treasury was built in the beginning of the 1st century AD as a mausoleum. The name “the Treasury” came later when people thought that pirates had hidden some treasure in the urn on the façade. Significant damage can be seen on the urn from when the Bedouins shot at it.
There isn’t anything inside the Treasury and you can’t go in it either (at least we couldn’t in 2010). But I went up the steps and took a photo inside through the opening.
Veering to the right of the building and along the road there, it doesn’t take long to get to the Street of Facades. This has loads of buildings carved into the rock on numerous levels. We took a lunch break there. The dog of the owner of the café where we stopped for lunch decided that I was his buddy and he lied down with his head on my foot to take a nap. Fortunately he did decide to get up and go about his business before we needed to leave.
From the Street of Facades, we continued on to the Theatre
and the Royal Tombs (the Urn Tomb, the Silk Tomb, the Corinthian Tomb, and the
Palace Tomb). Then we had the Nymphaeum (fountain), the Colonnaded Street (the
central market of Petra), the Great Temple, and another temple called Qasr
al-Bint.
It would have been a long, steep climb to the Monastery and would have taken me too long (I can do mountainous climbs just fine when I have time, but not too well in a hurry). So I chose not to make the climb. Nobody else in my group did it either. I spent my time exploring the main part of Petra. I visited the restroom and bought a couple more bottles of water before beginning the 2 ½ hour uphill trek back through the Siq. It was pretty warm by then. I downed 3 ½ bottles of water along the way (and sweated it all out again).
I had noticed several people with donkeys or camels for rent on the way down into Petra, but not on the way back. I had my collapsible cane with me, so I used it much like a staff. It really does help to have a cane or a walking pole of some kind during these types of hikes. I usually take the cane since it is light weight and folds up to fit in my camera bag when I don’t need it. I have taken walking poles on other trips when the hiking has been pretty extensive.
Emerging from the Siq and looking for a restroom and a place to get some ice cream or fresh-squeezed orange juice, a young Jordanian engaged me in conversation. To make a long story short, he wanted me to adopt him and take him to the US. It wasn’t that many years earlier that I would have had a proposal of marriage. But then, I wasn’t in my twenties or even my thirties any more.
The next morning, we got up at 5am and left the hotel at
7am. This was for an extra visit that wasn’t on the itinerary – Little Petra.
At the time we were there, it was thought to be roughly 400 years older than
the larger city and had been where the Nabateans lived before creating Petra.
But current archeologists feel that it was created about the same time as the
larger city as a type of suburb, possibly for travelers to Petra.
On our way to Little Petra, we could see part of the larger Petra from above. We also saw the “back door” to Petra for supplies and staff. Nobody was at Little Petra when we arrived. We were able to enter the buildings there. We spent about an hour exploring and then set off to return to Amman. On our way, we stopped off at a place with a lot of antiques. I bought a curved dagger.
We also stopped for lunch at an authentic Jordanian restaurant. We didn’t encounter any other tourists. Several people were smoking from large water pipes. The first course was a variety of of dishes, most of which I had no idea what they were. What I could identify included humus, babaganush, sausagues, veggies, pita, and olives. The main course included lamb cooked with rice and yogurt plus a mixed grill with lamb and chicken. Dessert was watermelon. This was all washed down with a lemon mint drink.
Next time — we finish our time in Jordan at Amman.
We arrived at Queen Alia Airport in Amman via Royal
Jordanian Air quite early in the morning and were met by our Tour Director,
Rabbi, and our driver, Samla. The tour coach was not quite large enough to
comfortably hold 16 people plus all of our luggage (which was piled rather
precariously on the back seats of the vehicle instead of inside of a luggage
compartment in the rear or underneath). There weren’t any overhead bins either.
So Rabbi arranged for a larger coach to meet us at Madaba. Then he threw out
the planned itinerary for the day, which was to have included Um Quais (ancient
Greek ruins), Bethany (supposed to be the actual site where John the Baptist
baptized Jesus), and Lot’s Cave (where Lot and his daughters lived after
fleeing Sodom) as we made our way to Petra.
I have had tour directors on other tours switch a schedule around or add something in as an extra treat. I have also had them substitute something when we couldn’t go to what had been planned. But I’ve never had anyone just throw out the entire schedule. Instead we headed for Mount Nebo (which was on the schedule for our return to Amman after visiting Petra). Since Madaba was also on the original schedule for when we came back up to Amman, it appeared at first that we were just traveling in reverse. But that proved not to be the case as we never did see the first day’s sites and also didn’t see a few that we should have seen coming back up either.
I am awfully glad we went to Mount Nebo. This was the mountain where Moses was shown the Holy Land and then died before he could enter it. Jericho can be seen straight out from the point where Moses supposedly stood. They say that Jerusalem can also be seen on a clear day. I could see Jericho, which already existed at the time that Moses was up there. Joshua and the Israelites had an adventure there not too much later. On Mount Nebo, there were some churches, a museum and a memorial to Moses. The memorial was closed due to renovations when I was there in 2010 and was reopened in 2016. We spent some time in the museum before heading on to Madaba.
We rendezvoused with our new transportation shortly after
having lunch. Then set off for the church that has a 6th century
Byzantine mosaic map of the Holy Land on its floor. The church is dedicated to
Saint George and has a very large painting of him slaying a dragon on its wall.
The painting is similar to the hand-painted icon I had purchased in Bulgaria in
2009. Madaba is known for its mosaics and the map is quite famous as it is the
only surviving 6th century map of its kind. Scholars worldwide refer
to it when studying that era. I managed to get a couple fairly decent photos of
it.
Since we weren’t going to the Kerak Crusader Fortress, Rabbi said he would take us to the Shobak Crusader Fortress instead. It was built in 1115 by Baldwin I of Jerusalem and was captured by Saladin in 1189 after a long siege.
We began climbing in the mountains on a very narrow road with nothing to stop anyone from flying off of the mountain. As we rounded one “corner” where the fortress came into sight, a car came zipping around from the other direction. Our driver veered quickly to keep from a collision and we ended up quite perilously on the edge. One of the wheels was barely still on terra firma. This scared the portion of the group that wasn’t already scared quite thoroughly. Then we found that we weren’t actually going to visit the fortress. This look across from the mountain we were on to the mountain it was on was as close as we were going to get.
We continued on our way down to Petra and checked into our hotel. For maximum time at the ancient Nabatean site the next day, we were going to have an early start. We would be one of the first groups there in the morning when they opened. We would be spending the entire day in a very beautiful and mysterious place.