Here we are. On the bus to Williamsburg. It was so so long. 2 and a half hours I think!
Here we are touring the Yorktown Battlefield. Behind the tour guide is that hill with the pointy legs pointing out. That is called a Readout. In the Revolutionary War, the US took readout 9 and the French took readout 10. It was all very interesting.
What we also did was we took a tour of the soldier camp. We went inside the (tiny) tents and got to see how the soldiers struggled. Even though we're only 4th graders, it was very squishy inside. If all 6 soldiers slept at the same time, I do not know how they managed. Even with only 3, it's still squishy.
Here we are, still at the soldier camp, surrounding the campfire. They had mostly beans, rice, dried bread and salted meat (Mostly pork, I think). We got to hold the bread and meat, the meat was all waxy and the bread seemed like you would break your teeth on it.
Explaining what everything was for.
We also toured a General's tent. It had books, quills, maps, a table and chair. We learned that they had secret codes and secret places to hide them. George Washington's secret code name was 711 which was funny, the restaurant 7 11. Ha, ha.
Showing us some secret hiding spots. Eg. in your shoe, under buttons, etc. There was also this really cool thing so you wrote a secret message, disguise it as a letter, then use a shape to outline the message. It's really cool!
Explaining how the soldiers were punished for various reasons.
If that didn't work, there was a whip. Ouch.
Here, there is a horse, pointy top. You'd have to sit on it with weights on your feet and hands. Probably hurt so bad.
A guy shot his musket for us. Super, duper loud.
Here is another readout. I think anyways...
A guy showed us that by the time kids then were our age, they'd be expected to make their own clothes by hand. Wow!
Here's the cook. He showed us some interesting stuff.
By the tobacco fields.
Live, or Die.
In Colonial Williamsburg, we visited the Jail. Got to feel like we were in prison.
Showing us what prisoners would wear, as in handcuffs, neck cuffs, and other items.
In Colonial Williamsburg.
Going to the various buildings.
Here is a tooth puller. Eurgh. They twist it around your tooth and it pops out. Ouch!
The medicine lady/doctor.
The silversmith different from the blacksmith.
A horse-drawn carriage, leaving lots of road apples (Horse Poo) behind.
The entrance to the artillery place. It was hot. And sunny.
Muskets.
Me, about to get my head chopped off. (Not really gonna happen soon, of course!)
Me getting my feet chopped off. (Also not gonna happen anytime soon!)
Whew! That was a tiring trip! A lot of walking. I stayed up till 11:30 the night we stayed at Embassy Suites. As I said, tiring, but super, duper fun!
