Phishing

Wow. I’m normally so vigilant and skeptical about random emails I receive and yet just moments ago I was about 1 second (or about 6 keystrokes) away from falling for one. Gah! OK, step up your caution level Kelly! You know better than that!

Heh, just now I got an email from ebay saying I may have just been sent a message…. and to ignore it. Methinks this was a biggie. (Unless that was because I forwarded the mail to their reporting thingie, but I already got a response for that.)

New England – Days six and seven

I’m now blogging about the last two days from the plane. Of course I’m typing them in Word and will have to copy/paste them later. I’m a little sleepy, so I’ve already been napping through the DVDs I brought on board. I want to stay awake though and I also don’t want to forget more stuff. Mostly, Im just very ready to be back in Seattle. I?m done with travel for the moment. It’s been a pretty exhausting week.

On Day 6 aka Monday, I spent my first full day in Boston. The main portion of the day was spent on the Freedom Trail. This is a trail that goes throughout the city of Boston that takes you by numerous historic sites. It is marked on the ground in either a red paint stripe or a row two red bricks wide (offset by a grey stripe on either side if it happens to be set in a red brick area). This is a convenient way to see everything with minimal fear of getting lost or of going into a questionable area.

I actually started the day looking up geocaches that were in the vicinity of the Freedom Trail. I found were convenient to where I planned to be, so I entered them into my GPSr. That actually helped me decide where to start. My hotel was in Bulfinch Triangle and there are two convenient places to reach the trail from there. Each one is close to an end. I decided to head to the North end and do the trail backwards. The first geocache was in Paul Revere Park just across the Charles River. It eluded me. I felt I was wearing my stupid hat, as it was supposed to be easy. I even triangulated the coordinates to the exact center of the path I was on. I didn’t want to waste too much time, so I decided to begin my trip along the trail just on the other side of the road. I followed it along all the way to the end where the Bunker Hill Monument is, to find it… closed. There was a big fence out front forbidding access to the monument. Well, that was anticlimactic.

I went back down and decided to skip the alternate branch toward the wharf area where the USS Constitution lies. (Don’t worry, I go back on Day 7.) I went back along the trail and stopped off at Copp’s Hill Burial Ground. (I’ve seen way more headstones in the last week than I think I’ve ever seen in my life.) I then continued on to Christ Church in the City of Boston, more commonly known as The Old North Church. Site of the ‘One if by land, Two if by sea’ phrase. I went in to the church which was filled with box pews. I don’t think I’ve ever seen box pews before, so that was a little odd. The docents routinely give talks from the pulpit about the history, dispelling myths and giving insight into certain features of the church. I took a seat in one of the pews and listened to the talk. One of the things she said was that if you buy tea in the gift shop next door, there’s no tax. Hee! She also talked about the organ, the carved wooden angels which are 100 years older than the church, the chandeliers, the height of the box pews, and what is probably the oldest collection box in the country “and it still works.” She also started to dispel some of the myths surrounding the stories, mostly propagated by the Longfellow poem about that night.

Right behind the church is Paul Revere mall (the open space near stuff kind, not the shopping kind). There’s a statue of him on horseback there.

Next was the Paul Revere house which I tried desperately to miss. I checked my map twice and eventually had to double back twice because I missed it. It was easy to stay on the trail, but somehow also easy to be oblivious to passing the important bits because you’re looking in the other direction. Most attractions had a large sign out front of a certain type. The house had a sign, but it was different. Also, there was a church/school across the street where children clad entirely in red played stickball out in the yard. Eventually though, I noticed it and went in for the self guided tour. The house was originally built in about 1690. Paul Revere lived there during the time of the revolution, starting in 1770. He owned it for the next few decades but, likely didn’t live there very often in the 1780?s and 90?s. The house has had many owners over that time. In the early part of the 20th century, it was restored to close to original. The tour goes through 4 rooms, entering from the back door. Most items in the house are period pieces with no real connection to the house. A few items upstairs were said to be owned by the Reveres, but not necessarily in the house. There was a dresser, a large upholstered chair, and a black rocking chair that were owned by the family.

Next I returned to the site of Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market. The upstairs portion of Faneuil Hall (the Hall part) was closed due to filming. For the exact two days I was in town. There were a bunch of media trucks out front with recording equipment. They seemed to all be coming from Fox. I continued on to visit my next geocache location. Since the cache had been disposed of many times in the past by grounds crew, this cache had been turned into a ‘virtual cache’ meaning you have to do something specific to prove you’d found the location and for what purpose. In this case, I had to find the ‘medallion’ on the ground with a specific name on it and take a picture with my GPSr and some part of me visible in the picture. Most people just include their feet as they take the picture from above. That was too boring for me, so I took a self portrait trying to get all aspects visible. It was in Post Office park. It’s a good thing it wasn’t a real cache, because there’s no way I would have been able to go for it. The place was wall to wall muggles on their lunch break. Every bit of grass was covered by people.

I returned to the trail and entered the Old State House. (I love that all these places have the word “Old” in their names.) From there you could overlook the site of the Boston Massacre and hear a bit about it. It also is the entrance to the State T station, where I caught the train to the airport this morning.

A lot of the sites are very close together in this part of town. It’s a little confusing. There was also the Old City Hall, which now houses a Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse. Nearby is the site of the first public school in America. The Granary Burying Ground was next. This cemetery is home to the graves of many revolutionary types, such as Paul Revere, Sam Adams, John Hancock and others. It also has the grave of Ben Franklin’s father and all of the victims of the Boston Massacre.

While in this burying ground, I made the third geocache attempt. The information on the cache said the coordinates would get you inside, then you’d have to rely on geocaching instinct to find it. It was also stated that you could access it at any time with some maneuvering outside the fence. Hmm. This one eluded me as well, but it turns out I should have listened to those instincts more.

The next stop on the trail goes via Boston Common to the Massachusetts State House, which was… closed. And I was determined to see the trail to its end, so I followed along the line to the very end in Boston Common to find a Visitor Center, which was… closed. Most of the locations along the trail close at about 5. It was about 6 when I completed the trial.

In the commons I made my way to the 4th and final cache attempt of the day. This one I found rather quickly. The only tricky part was the people factor. Not too bad though. I spotted what I believed to be the cache and made my way over to grab it then took it away to sign the log. Upon returning it though, I was a little too obvious, but people still had no idea what I was doing. This cache was also very close to the original “Cheers” location. Apparently the Bull & Finch pub has even officially renamed itself as cheers. I got some exterior pictures, as used for establishing shots on the TV show, then made my way inside. I didn?t get anything here, but instead just looked around a bit. I was feeling pretty dehydrated at this point, despite all the water drinking, so I wasn’t really up for a drink.

I then just spent awhile in Boston Common. There was one particularly peaceful and pleasant spot where I could have happily sat for hours.

On day 7 I was starting to get pretty weary, so I didn’t do a whole lot. I tied up some loose ends on the trip though. I did find the two elusive geocaches, so apparently I took of my stupid hat on Tuesday. They seemed obvious once I found them. I also visited the USS Constitution aka “Old Ironsides”. Got the free 30 minute tour from one of the sailors stationed there. After that I went aboard the USS Cassin Young for a self guided tour. It was a little weird and I kept feeling that I was doing something wrong. You kind of just walk on and poke around. Very strange. If I didn’t see others doing it, I probably would have that it wasn’t OK. The ship was commissioned in WWII and also served in Korea.

After all that, I went up to Harvard. I followed most of the “One hour tour of Harvard” map suggested in the pop out map I was using. I was actually pretty under whelmed. I keep hearing about how beautiful this school is. I think UW is leaps and bounds ahead of it in that department.

And now I must take a moment to rant about the current state of payment for the T. I researched in my own confusion and found that plenty of locals are ranting about this too. Historically, to ride the T, you purchased tokens. They are now switching over to the system of using tickets and cards, as have most other major subway systems in the world. I support this switch. Their transitional implementation, however, is horrible.

At the moment, stations take either tokens or tickets, but no station takes both. There’s also no way to know in advance what any station in particular will take. So, if you want to save time and buy your return fare at the same time, you may be SOL. When I first arrived at the airport station, they had the kiosks from which to buy your tickets. There were signs all over saying to get your pre-paid cards for all your fares to save time. Nowhere was there any indication that the tickets aren’t accepted at all stations. Being new though, I thankfully just bought the 1 trip ticket. When I was ready to return to my hotel, I quickly calculated about how many trips I’d want to take the next day and bought a $5 ticket because I knew I’d use at least three the following day in addition to the one I was about to take. At this point, I hadn’t run into any token-only stations, so I didn’t know they existed. When I entered North Station the next morning, I was confused by the lack of turnstiles, and the woman who worked there standing by a large cylinder with a hand-written ‘tokens’ sign. At this point ‘tokens’ made no sense to me as the system didn’t use them as far as I was concerned. She was talking with a man for quite awhile and I waited and watched others. A man walked by, holding up his ticket/card. I followed suit, while still confused, and assuming that the system was out of service there or you paid up ahead or something. I later realized I had snuck onto the subway. Oops. The next station was a ticket-only station, so all was still well as I left for Harvard. When I tried to get back on at Harvard, however, I discovered the bizarre truth. The turnstiles had a token slot and a card slider thingy. I saw someone use a token then I saw someone swipe a card. They both made it through OK. So, I approached and swiped my ticket, which had a stripe on it. Turnstile wouldn’t let me through. I looked at the card. Nope, that was the only direction that made sense. Tried again. Nope. I stood back a moment to survey the situation. A man from the booth said, “Can I help you Ma’am?” I turned to him raised my ticket and said, “I’m confused.” He replied, “Those don’t work here.” What? So, I went to him and gave him cash for a token. So, of the (I believe) 6 stations I used, I think 4 took tickets and 2 took tokens. This morning I did manage to use up the last of my ticket to get to the airport, so I’m glad I didn’t over-buy. That’s only because I made an unscheduled stop at Boston Common in the afternoon to wander and sit.

According to some random posting on the internet, I guess the visitor passes are good at either station, but with those, you don’t use the turnstiles at all, just show them to the attendant. Also, the 1 day pass is for a specific date, not 24 hours. That’s kind of annoying, but not a deal-breaker. It wouldn’t have been worth it for me though, with the amount of trips I made.

I finished up my evening going to a pub for a burger. Harp was very close to my hotel and I]d passed it a few times. I also had to make a stop at CVS to buy a pseudoephedrine product due to my predilection to have the stuffy nose while traveling. It started a couple days ago. Only in the evenings at the hotel though, during the day I’m fine. I didn’t want to chance the extreme intense agony I experienced on the plane ~5 or 6 years ago that took months to fully recover from.

Weirdly at the CVS, most pseudoephedrine products had little tags to get them from behind the counter, and there were signs all over the section saying that by law all pseudoephedrine products were to be retrieved from the front counter. However, there were a few items on clearance, one of which happened to be exactly what I wanted. And they were just out on the shelf. I re-read it several times to make sure I wasn’t missing something. Nope. That was weird.

So now I’m on the plane, Seattle-bound. I’m over a very flat, brown patch-worked ground. We’re scheduled to land in just under 2.5 hours. It’s annoying that flights are longer heading west, even though the time-change makes it seem like you have more time. I would prefer a longer flight heading east when I’m trying to get more sleep on the red-eye. Instead, I’m crazy enough to agree to go into work for a half day after this. Despite the part where, when factoring in the time difference, I got up at 2:15 this morning.

I also think it’s funny that Alaska flies to Boston only from Seattle. Two flights each way each day. They have just the one gate, always B15. And the ticket counter is only open for a few hours twice a day to accommodate those flights. This is the first time ever that my plane has been at the first gate after going through security. I almost didn’t believe it.

I was wondering what security would be like at Logan, since that is the place where some 9/11 planes departed from and I’ve heard a few tales of their heightened security. Eh, not really. They didn’t search my backpack here, like they had in Seattle. Same steps as everywhere else. Line moved pretty fast. Less than 10 minutes for sure.

OK, I should stop rambling. Just because I’m trying to kill time doesn’t mean I have to take it out on a helpless blog. I should probably let Word know that “blog” is a word, huh?

Still got over an hour on my battery. Love this computer. With the work computer I would have had to switch to the spare battery long ago.
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Now home after spending my half day at work. I also forgot to mention the horrifying experience I had yesterday afternoon/evening. The internet went out at the hotel. I fiddled off and on for a couple hours before finally calling the front desk, who confirmed it was a hotel-wide problem. It didn’t return until after I went to bed. Very scary.

New England – Days four and five

Uh-oh, I’m falling behind. That can’t be good. Luckily I don’t think I have nearly as much to say about the last two days, so I think I can do it.

Let’s see… How can it be so hard to remember what I did just yesterday? That’s why I write these things when I travel. OK, time to reference the pictorial evidence…

Ah, I remember now. My main game plan for the day had been to go to Mystic Seaport in Mystic, CT. It was going to be <2 hrs to drive there, so I decided I could do a little bit of stuff in Plymouth in the morning before heading out. So, the night before day four, I’d looked on google maps and noticed the word “Cordage” appearing. I zoomed in further and noticed a “Cordage Park Circle”. That was a very promising thing for me, especially when I noticed nearby were Spooner St and Bourne St and Ropewalk Ln. All of these things led me to believe that this was the original location of the Plymouth Cordage Company founded by my GGG grandfather Bourne Spooner. I drove over there early, and sure enough, there it was. The building was more recent than his era, but it still had the name etched in the building, even though it now houses many other business instead. The theme for the day, though, became the history of the company.

I also made a stop back at Vine Hills/Oak Grove cemetery. Again, I drove around and around and around. The office still wasn’t open. I kept seeing some of the same things over and over. At one point, I took a turn, looked to the left shortly thereafter and saw the name SPOONER at the bottom of an obelisk. Much glee ensued. I parked the car and started filming as I went up to it. Here’s the link to the video.

Then, I felt I’d wasted enough time, so I headed east toward Mystic. Going to Connecticut also means driving through Rhode Island. So, that was two more states. Mystic is on the SE coast of Connecticut. This meant I drove through RI diagonally. I’m kind of surprised how long it took . Mystic Seaport is the current home of the original ropewalk of the Plymouth Cordage Company. I was really confused about that when I first stumbled upon that bit of information. I now realize it makes sense since the Seaport attraction covers all things related to maritime industries. Regardless, I’m glad it still exists. Well, a part of it anyway. It’s only about 1/4 the original length. It was still really long, so that’s hard to imagine. I was then planning to go do part two of my reason for going to Mystic Seaport, visit their research library. According to the website, they have basically all of the historical records of the Plymouth Cordage Company in the manuscripts division available for research. It is inside the park, and requires you to pay the admission to the park to get there. The park is open 9-5, 7 days a week this time of year. I was a little surprised when I arrived at the library to find that it is closed on the weekend. And very disappointed. Had I known that, I would have gone there on Friday and done the stuff I did Friday on Saturday. That stuff was all available both days. But here’s the Plymouth Cordage Company video.

Since I was basically out of stuff to do and it was much earlier than I’d anticipated, I eventually made the decision to go to Vermont. I knew it would be a long drive, but I also knew it would bug me if I missed it. Luckily, there were more fall colors on this part of the trip than I’d seen in my normal stomping grounds on the trip. I went via Hartford, CT, and Springfield, MA, and eventually made it to Brattleboro, VT. I wanted something small to eat, so I went through a Burger King drive through for a 6 piece chicken fries. The guy running the drive through was very amusing to me. He had enormous hair and acted like he’d done way too many drugs, in that really confused with life sort of way. When I got to the window to pay, he was kind of looking around everywhere then asks if I know how much he said I owed. I told him it was $1.84. That was interesting. It just made me laugh.

By the time I got back to Plymouth, I was completely exhausted, so I pretty much was ready to call it a night. But I wanted food. All I had found available at around 7 PM on previous nights are Papa Gino’s where I can get take-out (did that twice), or the two expensive sit-down places with dress codes on the harbor (did that once). I wanted something different though. I discovered there was a BK on the other side of the highway. It was connected to a gas station, which I usually avoid, but at that point I wasn’t picky. I went through the drive through and was on my way back to my hotel when I realized I drove away without my food. Gah! I knew that would happen someday. I think I really was tired. Went back. Got food. All was well.

This morning, I didn’t have much else to do, so I went to get a few more pictures that I hadn’t taken previously around Plymouth including the Forefathers monument. Then I returned to South Duxbury to visit the burial site for John and Priscilla. That was way easier than my other burial site hunts.

With even more time to kill, I decided to return to Salem and visit some of the museum stuff that I hadn’t had time for before. I went to the Salem Witch Museum. It was pretty cool. It was more presentation than normal museum. The first part covered the history of the 1692 trials. They had these life-size, kind of dioramas around a dark room that would light up as they told the story. It was pretty cool. Then in the second part, they covered the perceptions of “witch”. They had 9 pictures of “witch” including a Wizard of Oz image and a fairy tale image, and a Bewitched image, etc. Then they kind of went through a history. The first “person” was a pagan midwife who had all of the healing knowledge and was a highly trusted and powerful member of the community. Then the stereotype witch that kind of was formulated because of that power, and covered that history. There was then a comparative time-line of Western and Pagan related events. The third “people” were wiccans explaining current belief and practices. The end.

Returning to the airport from Salem also helped with the navigation bits. They had told me that the directions for returning the car were incorrect for returning from the south because of the tunnel being closed, and I had no faith in remembering what they had told me. It’s at a very confusing location. The instructions from the north include two pictures to make sure you don’t take the wrong turns, which would be pretty easy to do.

The rental car company shuttle took me directly to the T station after dropping off the others at their airport terminals. I bought my ticket and took my first trip on the T. I even answered a navigation question for someone while waiting for my transfer. I exited the station and walked to my hotel easily. I checked in dropped off my stuff, cooled off for a bit (It’s really humid and fairly hot here. It should cool off right after I leave…), then decided I’d get a head start and head down to Faneuil Hall tonight. The Cheers replica location is in Quincy Market. I decided to go in, get a drink, and watch the half-time update of the football games.

Now I’m back at the hotel, resting, updating. Taking it easy. Watching the first episode of Amazing Race.

New England – Day Three

Today opened up a lot more that I could do here. It’s getting harder to prioritize.

I started off the day going to “Burial Hill” where a lot of the early inhabitants were buried. I didn’t go in with a very strong game-plan, instead deciding to just wander and look for familiar names. I should have known better. I got all excited when I saw the first Bartlett marker. Then the next, and the next. Soon I realized there were groups of Bartletts everywhere and none of them appeared to be in my direct line. Kind of ridiculously I had started filming the random Bartletts. I eventually stopped. I finally found one “good” Bartlett. I was pretty excited to see Amasa Bartlett and his wife Sarah Taylor. I knew that name very specifically. And I kept having multiple name options for the wife, and had recorded it as “Hannah Sarah Morton Taylor” just to include all the options.

It was then that a memory stirred. I remembered researching Bourne Spooner trying to prove that his wife Hannah was the daughter of this Amasa. I had previously found a site listing Bourne and Hanna’s graves connected to Amasa’s. I hunted and hunted, but no sign of Bourne Spooner. A couple other Spooners were nearby though. I got a little frustrated. However, I found a few other oddities there. (Long) video here.

After I felt my efforts were fruitless, it was 10 am and the Mayflower Society Library was open. I went down with a few printouts to see what it was all about. The librarian was very enthusiastic and very helpful. It also helps that I was more or less the only researcher there for 4 hours. This was apparently very atypical. I eventally went back to the hotel and just brought down my laptop so I’d have more names and could enter info directly. So, I added a new connection to a Mayflower passenger I already had ties to (Richard Warren). This time it was a direct link from Bourne Spooner, not just his wife. How exciting! (OK, really it is for me.) The funny thing is I was only 2 people away and never made the connection. Considering the Mayflower genealogies are all complete to 4 or 5 generations of descendants, that’s just silly of me.

It was getting late if I wanted to have any chance of visiting the Alden House on this trip. I decided I’d better go. I made it up to Duxbury at the perfect moment, as he was about to start a tour for another couple. Another case where I couldn’t take pictures inside, but in this case I was much less frustrated. The furniture inside was not authentic to the house, just roughly period pieces. Also, my only direct relationship to the house was the original inhabitants in the mid-1600’s, John Alden and Priscilla Mullins. The house was passed down through one of their sons. I was descended from their daughter Elizabeth. It was still an interesting story.

Apparently at one point the house was willed to two brothers who did not get along at all! In the will it was specified that one would get the east half and the other the west half of all of the various sections. The two of them actually built barriers in the house and had to add various ways of dealing with the fact that, for example the stairs were on the west half, such as cutting new holes. There was a photograph of one of them sitting in front of the house after he had re-done the roof on his half only. It kept getting more absurd as the tour progressed.

This was actually the second house on the original 100 acres they received in 1627. Apparently it was also arbitrary that they wound up in Duxbury. All of the families were given land along the shore and they drew lots. They got 100 acres because they had 5 members of the family. The original house on the land was approximately 35 feet by 10 feet. And they raised 10 children there. Basically, that’s a trailer. Wow. I also made the quick trek to the location where that first house used to be. Video here.

Once I got back to the hotel, I looked up the Amasa Bartlett and Bourne Spooner cemetery connection I’d once read about. Turns out it was a different Amasa (a son) AND a different cemetery. That cemetery I had driven by several times already. I drove over, but it was enormous and quite a maze. There were also gates at the entrance. I was a little concerned about getting stuck there. Also the office was closed, so I couldn’t get any guidance on where to look other than driving and walking around. After about half an hour of that in the drizzle, I called it quits. Hopefully I’ll get back for another attempt at a later point in the trip.

I wish there was more I could do in the morning and evening. This place is completely dead after about 7pm. I can’t even figure out where to get munchies.

New England – Day Two

I am running ahead of “schedule” so far. Day two was a good day. I would have liked to just play the trip by ear, but the weird hours of everything plus the fact that I had to book different hotel rooms and rental car return times meant I had to do some amount of pre-scheduling to figure it all out. I have happily deviated though.

After partaking of the continental breakfast in the morning (aka a donut and orange juice) I headed out to Plimoth Plantation. It was quite interesting, although tricky for my extreme inherent shyness. The plantation is in 3 main parts. One is a recreation of a part of a Wampanoag village of the era staffed by native peoples who speak from a modern perspective. Another portion is a craft area where they make some of the items for the pilgrim village. I only peaked in there briefly. The most interesting part to me, of course, was the actual pilgrim village re-creation. It is staffed by role players who have taken on the identities of some of the original inhabitants. They all become experts on what is known of those individuals and what they would have known of the other inhabitants. The village is laid out as it would have been in 1627. That was the year of the division of cattle amongst the current residents and provides a static viewpoint of who was there at the time.

In the village, It felt weird to go up to various role-players and ask them their names, but I did. I was curious how many ancestors I could find. Obviously not all the inhabitants are portrayed, just a select few. I did a lot of listening in when others had already engaged someone in conversation. I tried to guess their identities from what they were saying, but it was usually pretty difficult. It was really very interesting to see it all as it would have been. And the role-players really were doing the work as it would have been then. What a tough job! At one point I stumbled into one of the houses. The man in the house invited me in to have a seat. I did and began speaking with him for awhile. Several other visitors came and went. One of them finally asked his name and he replied “Hopkins.”

Bingo! Stephen Hopkins is one of the ancestors who is the most intriguing to me. The more I read up on him, the more fascinated I am with his life. He was not among the half who came for religious purposes. He had previously made a journey toward Jamestown on the Sea Venture in 1609. However a hurricane wrought havoc on the ship and they ended up shipwrecked on Bermuda for 10 months where they built new smaller ships out of the wreckage. There, all survived, whereas those in Jamestown, about 90% perished in the first year. While on the island, Hopkins was sentenced to death for mutiny! He was eventually released, however, due to his pleading for his wife and children. Interestingly enough, it is during this time that the contemporary records in England list his wife as a widow, as it was typically just assumed that all who went to the Jamestown colony were likely dead.

At some point, he made his way back to England and then came on the Mayflower with his wife and children. They are the ones who had a child at sea who was named Oceanus. He had a few troubles with the law as well: “In 1636, Hopkins was fined for the battery of John Tisdale, in 1637 he was found guilty of allowing men to drink on a Sunday at his house, and in 1638 he was fined for not dealing fairly with an apprentice-girl, Dorothy Temple. He was also charged with several other minor crimes, including selling glass at too high a price, selling illegal intoxicants, and allowing men to get drunk at his house. However, this in no way indicated he was disloyal to the Colony–in fact he was Assistant governor from 1633 until 1636, and he volunteered to fight in the Pequot War of 1637.” (Copied from calebj’s site)

But back to the visit. So it was interesting to speak with him. I pointed out later on that I believed we were “distantly related”. It was kind of funny. I told him my grandmother was a Hopkins. (I remembered later that she’s my great grandmother…) He went on to offer to put me up for the night despite the overcrowding of the dwelling. I also took a bit of video and decided I’d take a stab at editing. I also included a mini-slide show of the plantation. I also ran into Myles Standish, John Billington, Edward Winslow, Elizabeth Hopkins, Elizabeth Tilley, and Manasseh Kempton who came on the Anne in 1623. There were a few others whose names I didn’t get. I was there for several hours.

After that, I drove back to the main part of town. I had about 2 hours until the Spooner House Museum was to open. I decided to use the other part of my combination ticket and boarded the Mayflower II. Originally I hadn’t expected it to be all that interesting, but once I learned more about it it was actually pretty cool. It was built in 1957, so it’s coming up on 50 years. It actually did make the crossing from Plymouth, England, to Plymouth, MA at that time as well. Apparently it took 10 fewer days. The original ship was never intended to be a passenger ship and the passengers spent the journey in the cargo hold. I had to duck in places to get around, and much of it was only a couple inches above my head. Later that night, on the Lantern Tour, the guide told me that it was actually built 10 inches higher than the original would have been! The English were shorter then, but geez… There were some costumed role-players here as well and some non-costumed staff. The main role-player on the main deck was portraying William Brewster, yet another ancestor. He was most definitely from the religious side of things. He acted as the preacher for all of the settlers as Elder William Brewster. He was also the person who had the most prominence prior to sailing.

After a bite to eat, I finally went over to the Spooner House. I spent quite a bit of time there. I previously believed it was originally inhabited by Bourne Spooner. I previously spoke about him here where I also met my half third cousin once removed. No really. It turns out it was originally inhabited by a great uncle of his, Ephraim Spooner, c. 1747 and passed through the generations until James Spooner, a lifelong bachelor, donated it to become a museum. Everything in the house, with the exception of an old stove, was originally in the house when the antiquarian society received it. It caused me great pain that I couldn’t take any pictures inside. Gah! Many of my relatives who are all descendants of the “Spooner girls” would LOVE to see some of this stuff. There were many painted portraits in the house. In the library, there were two old photographs on the wall. I asked about them, but the tour guide didn’t know who they were apart from one being the husband and the other his wife. I said that it reminded me of a picture I’d seen of Bourne Spooner, but I couldn’t remember for sure. Later on, I remembered I had a scanned copy of the picture in my email. I printed it in the hotel office and returned to the house. Sure enough, same picture! Pretty cool.

It had started to drizzle around the time I first went to the Spooner house and continued all afternoon. I felt at home. All these silly people around here were using umbrellas. It did get a little humid for my taste though.

Between those two trips to the Spooner House, I also visited the Pilgrim Hall Museum. They have a number of items that it is claimed arrived on the Mayflower, although they mention that if all of the items which are thought to have come over on the Mayflower really did, it would have sunk! Still, they are clearly old pieces that did originate with the families. Whether they came on the Mayflower or were brought over in the years after doesn’t really matter to me. Some of them were attributable to my ancestors, so of course, that was of particular interest to me. Brewster chest, Alden cupboard, Brewster chair, Prence chair, and Constance Hopkins hat was pretty interesting to see. (She was the brother of Giles Hopkins who I am descended from.)

In the evening I went on the Lantern Tour, still in the rain. It was pretty interesting. It was mostly all stuff I’d seen on my own on the first night, but the tour guide added some interesting info. It probably would have been more interesting for me if I didn’t already know so much about this particular bit of history.

It’s now early morning, though not so early anymore after typing all this. I highly doubt anyone actually read it all. That’s OK though, as it’s just my record of my trip. Today I’m going to traipse through a bunch of cemeteries.

New England – Day One

Well, I’ll start with night zero. I took the red eye from Seattle to Boston. The security line was non-existent. I checked a bag for the first time in years. I had carefully read the allowable items and limits before packing. I went out special to buy a bottle of contact lens solution that was 4 oz. I have to take out my contacts to sleep on the plane and I can’t really see with my glasses, so the solution was kind of vital. Well, the woman in security pulled out the still boxed solution. “Unfortunately…” I was about to get seriously annoyed, not argumentative of course, but ready to quote the regs at least once. “But it’s 4 ounces!” I responded. Well, apparently her supervisor had previously told her that since 4 oz was the limit, it wasn’t OK. It has to be under that. So in her mind, 3.99999 oz. would have been OK. Thankfully, one of the other screeners chimed in with the correct version and I got to keep my solution.

I was awfully tired already due to lack of sleep the previous couple nights. It was a fully booked flight. Since me and sleeping on planes don’t usually agree with each other though, I took some diphenhydramine (the stuff in Tylenol PM minus the Tylenol part) to assist. I actually slept pretty good on the plane. You know, aside from waking up every so often to readjust from the horrible crick in my neck to switch to another position that would give me a different kind of crick in my neck. Not too bad though. And I already knew I’d be fine to drive in the morning, it was later in the day that I was concerned about.

I picked up my rental car and had to eschew the many upgrade requests. I really like the Chevy Aveo I got. She looked at me funny when I said I’d be driving in the 6 New England states. Especially that I got directions to head to Maine but told her I would be returning from Plymouth. Much confusion ensued when she assumed I meant Plymouth, NH. I didn’t even know there was a Plymouth in New Hampshire. Not too surprising though since every other damn name seems to be re-used 500 times.

So, I headed northward. The drive was actually pretty quick. I made it longer by taking the highway 1 by-pass route and not the toll roads on the way up. It’s frustrating to me to not know how much the tolls will be. They got crazy expensive on a previous trip as I drove from DC toward New Jersey. It turns out these weren’t nearly as bad, but I didn’t really know that at the time. Mostly, I wasn’t in a hurry and was more interested in seeing the towns than the interstate. Once I crossed into Maine, I saw a familiar name on the map. It didn’t look too far, so I decided I’d head to Kennebunkport before returning. Sadly, no presidential sightings. Lots of cute little shops though. On the way there I noticed that a lot of the towns seem kind of run down. Ogunquit, Maine, was actually a really cute little town though. So was Kennebunkport.

On the way back, I decided I’d brave the land of the toll roads and I took I-95 all the way back to the Boston area. The Maine portion of the toll: $1.75. New Hampshire: $1.00. (I had previously paid a $3 toll to take the Sumner Tunnel out of the airport.) It was so much faster that way. I decided to stop off in Salem for a bit. I got in at about 1PM and stayed for about 2 hours. I didn’t really do much of the tourist museumy stuff. I did do some shopping and wandering. I’d've liked to have spent more time, but I parked in a 2 hour lot on the far end of town. Plus I was starting to drag a bit.

It was then that I had a decision to make. Take I-95 around Boston and far out of the direct path or take I-93 straight through town, but risk more traffic. I chose… poorly. Yep, I-93 and straight into the stop and go rush hour. But, vacation in a new city, so I didn’t mind so much. I saw the other end of I-90. Part of me wants to drive on that part, but it’s another unknown toll. I didn’t realize how much of I-90 is a toll road, but it is through many of the states on this end. Weird.

I arrived in Plymouth and checked into my hotel. It was after closing time for all the attractions, but a fair amount of stuff can be seen after closing times to some degree. Like, say, Plymouth Rock. I had a couple hours worth of overcast daylight to wander the town. It’s very cute. And I took a bazillion pictures of street signs and business names. It’s weird to see these names I’ve seen over and over and over in research suddenly everywhere.

So, a few random observations after day 1.

Everyone warned me about how crazy fast everyone would be driving. Not so much. I’ve been keeping up and frequently passing most people. However, they are jerks about not letting you in if you have a turn signal on to change lanes. It tends to bring on the speed up to not let you in response. I hate that. But it’s clearly not impolite to them. I can’t say how many times I’ve seen people stop randomly to let someone turn in front of them when the other person did NOT have the right of way. It kind of freaks me out. I don’t understand that either.

I saw a sign on the interstate in Maine “Watch for moose in roadway”. I so wish I could have gotten a picture. Also lots of signs that just say “Dangerous intersection”. One I did get a picture of just says “Thickly settled”. I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean. Is it something about the road condition? Oh, or probably like a “residential street” equivalent? Regardless, it seems a weird choice.

There’s a “Galway Pub” in Plymouth.

Oh, and another gripe. It turns out their exit numbers are just sequential, not tied to mileage. That got me really confused. ‘Well, I’m at exit 14 and I want exit 7, so it’s only 7 miles to go!’ Except that it turns out it’s like 25 miles.

The leaves are starting to turn, but not a whole lot. Except for those random trees that have turned entirely red already. What’s up with those freak trees?

I still don’t know if I’ll get to Vermont. It would look very sad up there by itself. It depends on how everything else goes. Rhode Island and Connecticut are a certainty though as there’s something very important for the purpose of this trip in Connecticut.

It’s weird to be travelling entirely for pleasure.

Total pictures: 152 (many were crap due to low lighting though.) (But with snazzy new camera that makes me happy!)

New states: 3 (New total: 37)

Amount paid for gas: $2.45/gallon

Miles driven: yeah, that would be a good stat, huh? But to get it I’d have to go outside and turn the car on. Probably ~200 though.