When I moved to Massachusetts in my 30's that simple childhood dream became a reality. I was able to walk in the footsteps of the Pilgrim and their lives. The book had come to life and I was a foreign character in their role playing world. Today, I revisited again, only this time with my son, who is about the same age as I was when I would stare at that photo book with my sister for hours, laying on our stomachs near the hallway bookshelf.
Today, there were chickens. The Pilgrims brought chickens over on the Mayflower and in this village, it seems as though you have stepped back in time almost 400 years. The chickens free range within the village. During our stay, we saw about 4 hens and two roosters. The chickens were not skittish. I probably could have easily picked one up. However, sadly, there were some mean spirited children trying to harm the chickens. My sharp words fell on deaf ears and I certainly was not going to give away the one secret the chickens did not want me to share with them; how to hold a chicken.
|17th Century Village, looking out onto the ocean|
|Elizabeth, a servant, working off her passage to America debt. It took 7 years.|
|Every home had a garden in raised beds with vegetables, legumes and herbs|
|Myles Standdish's second wife and servant cooking duck|
|Typical housewares of the time|
I had not thought about that book for over 30 years. My sister and I soon outgrew it, as family trips across the country replaced the pictures in that book. My parents divorced, and sadly I do not know what came of that beautiful book. Today, I felt the magic that I felt when I was 7 years old staring into that book, only this time it was better. I was here in person with my son.
This post is linked up to Homestead Revivals' Homestead Barnhop.
Photo Credits: Tilly's Nest