Day 6
August 10, 2013
This action-packed day begins at the visitor center at 8:45, watching a film that provides us with our orientation to RevQuest, a game where we play the role of patriot spies trying to find clues that will help us defend the colony from the British. Over the course of the day, we will find “friends” wearing black and white striped ribbons at several different locations throughout the town, and use different methods they provide us to decode encrypted messages. It is a fun way to explore Williamsburg while learning about different ways that spies of the time tried to communicate in secret.
We join a bunch of patriots and
sympathizers debating on the village green.
It seems that many kegs of powder were removed from the magazine last
night around 3 a.m. on the governor’s orders.
We join the patriots in storming the Governor’s mansion, then stop after
the governor threatens us all with dire consequences (like being hanged as
traitors).
We tour the home of George Wythe, a man
who revolutionized educational methods and taught many of the patriots like
Thomas Jefferson. In the back yard of the house, we do a fun science experiment
developed by Joseph Priestly, and Granddad plays a strategy board game with a
costumed interpreter. She beats him handily.
Out in the garden, we learn another game that
was played by young people, using a spindle that has a ball with a hole
attached to it by a string. The costumed
interpreter makes it look easy to get the spindle point into the hole, but we
find it very difficult. The interpreter
says, “If you only own one toy, it better be a little bit hard.”
We tour the Capitol on a special tour led
by a very eloquent Thomas Jefferson, Governor of Williamsburg.
After the Capitol, we go directly to Gaol,
where we stay in a gloomy cell longer than expected, due to a rain shower.
The rest of the afternoon is spent dashing from building to building between heavy storms. As a result, we know way more about the silversmiths’ work than we would ever otherwise have learned. We spend a very long time there while the rain comes down in torrents and the electric candle lights flicker more than normal. Ironically, we all hold our breath, worried that the power may go out, and give us a truly authentic historic experience.
Natalie delighted in finding things that
were not appropriate to the time, but we were most appreciative of the air
conditioning in the buildings on this day with temperatures in the high 80s and
humidity hovering near 100%.
We dine at Chowning’s Tavern, where a
musician plays music from the 1700s on a fife, a wooden flute and a dulcimer
while we enjoy a meal that might well have been served back then.
The server tells
us that the water she offers us is not authentic, since water drunk here back
in the 1700s would make you sick if it didn’t kill you, due to their lack of
sewers and other sanitation measures.
So, everyone drank beer instead. Women here made beer in three strengths--weak for their babies, a little
stronger for children, and very strong for adult consumption. Natalie stuck with water.
We also learn that 40% of the taverns
around town were owned by women, and many were respectable places for women to
eat and drink, but not this one.
Chowning’s served working men, and men that came from far and wide to be
tried at court here for their offenses.
We decline our server’s offer not to
charge us for our dinner if we leave Natalie behind with her to become an
indentured servant. She thinks Natalie
would be a particularly good servant, since she has such nice teeth. She
explains other people’s tooth options to Natalie--poor people were just missing
teeth with no replacement, wealthier people could have wooden false teeth
carved to fit in their mouths, and some people would even purchase teeth from
others with good teeth like Natalie, and have a skilled artisan insert them
into carved gums. This option in
particular really grosses Natalie out.
After dinner we attend a dance by
candlelight at the Governor’s Palace.
The costumed characters perform some of the very intricate dances for
us, but they invite members of the audience to join them for over half of the
dances, which are performed in lines and circles--very elegant versions of
square dancing. They teach us “honors”
(how to bow and curtsy), so we can be mannerly on the dance floor when
beginning and ending our dances with them.
All three of us have a turn on the dance floor for at least one dance,
but Granddad gets chosen twice, a fate he bemoans.
On the way back to our hotel, we stop
into Bruton Parish Episcopal Church to catch the last few pieces of a
magnificent candlelit organ concert. The music was out of the timeframe of the
rest of our day (all 19th and 20th century), but the
church dates back to 1715, and has been renovated to look just as it did back
then, including candle sconces along the walls next to every pew and a massive
candle chandelier above.
We can’t imagine how anyone could pack
more into a day at Williamsburg than we did!
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