Showing posts with label Boston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boston. Show all posts

Friday, April 8, 2011

Boston, Wednesday 6th April, by Max

Today we caught a train to Boston and went on a walking tour there. We got up at 7.00am and quickly got dressed, had breakfast and drove to the train station. We caught a train that went for a one hour trip to Boston. On the way we looked out the window, chatted and played DS. When we got there we hopped off and briskly walked to the visitor's centre to find out where we should go. We decided not to do a walking tour with a guide but we did our own walking tour with dad as our guide. (ed: he used a guide book) First we went to the Boston Common, a forty four acre reserve. It was once bought from the native Indians by a British settler who lived there as a hermit for 5 years til some other settlers bought a part of it off him but left 44 acres to the hermit. Next we walked to a memorial of a white man on a horse leading heaps of black men into battle. It had happened in the Civil War when the Union side were in need of more troops and so they decided to bring black soldiers into the war. Thirdly we walked into a graveyard with lots of famous dead people. On most of the tombs there was an engraving of a skull with wings which was done to remind the living that death is always near. < After leaving the graveyard we had lunch sitting down in the warmest place we could find. Once we were all fed we walked to a concrete circle in the middle of the footpath. At that very spot in 1770 the 'Boston Massacre' took place. The Boston Massacre was an event where a mob of Patriots (Americans) stopped some British soldiers from going to their duties and by accident several of the soldiers opened fire and killed five men. It got the name the Boston Massacre when a man painted a painting of British soldiers lined up shooting a bunch of unarmed American people minding their own business. Lastly we walked to Paul Revere's house. Paul Revere was an American man who did a very famous horse ride to his fellow citizens to warn them that the British were coming. Next we walked back to the train station and caught a train back to our RV. We played lots of UNO at the station and on the train. We got into our RV and drove back to our RV park. Once home, we had dinner, wrote some of our journals and went to bed.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

In the footsteps of the Kennedys

We have been amazed by the level of interest and awareness every American has about their politicians. Small children can tell you who the first, or seventh, or thirteenth president was. We saw some people campaigning tonight (in sub zero temps) for a local election for the position of ‘selectman’ (a local government position). For a country with non compulsory voting, it’s astounding!

Starting at Disney World, we have been educated about the American presidents. Very stirring and patriotic exhibits have outlined facts about them. Conversations about whether Obama is doing a good job and who should be the next president (with opinions ranging from Sarah Palin to Donald Trump) have been common for us in every place we have been in. Our boys have taken all this in, and unanimously decided that JFK is their favourite president! Partly because of the Kennedy Space Center, partly because of his speeches (that guy had a fantastic speechwriter!) and also because of their macabre fascination with his assassination, he’s the one. He’s closely followed by Abraham Lincoln (more great speeches and another assassination! Is there a theme here?)

From the time we have left NY, we have been in the footsteps of the Kennedys. We spent our first night after we left NY in Newport, Rhode Island. The two claims to fame of this town are the site of the America’s Cup and the church where John and Jacqueline Kennedy were married. We checked out both! We then went on to Cape Cod and played on the beach at Hyannis (where the Kennedy compound is and where they holidayed). And then yesterday, in Boston, we hit the mother lode: we visited the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum. It’s the nation’s official memorial to the 35th President. We navigated our way there, into Boston, and found it – free parking, even for a RV (yay!) and children under 18 free (double yay!) We started with a film which used original footage to outline JFK’s early life (including his WWII heroics and wedding) and concluded with his nomination as Democratic candidate for the presidency. We then went into a room which was set up as the convention floor and saw his acceptance speech. And on it went. Rooms depicting the campaign trail, the Kennedy-Nixon debates (the first ones to be televised, and after watching the debates, out of 4 million Americans who had been undecided as to who to vote for, 3 million voted for Kennedy), the election results from a tally room with Walter Cronkite commentating. We then sat and saw his inauguration address, and then saw a replica of the White House Corridor during his presidency. Coming off this corridor were rooms about the Peace Corps, his speechwriter, the Briefing Room, the Cuban Missile Crisis, his visits to Berlin (‘Ich bin ein Berleiner’!) and Ireland, the Space Program, the Attorney General (his brother, Robert) and ceremonial and cultural events held at the White House. There was a room set up as the Oval Office with Kennedy’s original furnishings (including this desk plaque), then a few rooms about Jackie Kennedy, her background and achievements as First lady. We then saw news footage about November 23rd 1963, and finally an exhibit about the Kennedy legacy. And then we were in an enormous room with glass walls, a huge American flag and a view out over the harbour. (And of course, the gift shop on the way out!) We all had a great time. The museum did a good job of capturing the feeling of youthful enthusiasm, courage and impetus for change that JFK seemed to have. And our boys had their fill of Kennedys! Karen

On a Boston Bound Train ...

You get on a train to Boston, settle the family down for a 1 hour journey as other people take their seats, and then the nearest passenger makes a comment about the number of your kids and that they are all boys. Now this is not unusual really, it happens to us everywhere. Yet this time the man in question was up for a conversation that would last for the rest of the trip.

Him: “Four boys eh? Good on you, I had four boys too. We also had three girls.”
Me: “Wow that must have been a handful”
Him: “Yes and no, they were spread over 20 years, we were married young. Now we have 23 grand kids and 9 great grand kids.”
Me: “Gee how do you remember all their names and birthdays?”
Him: “Oh, you get used to it, though we spend most of the year travelling round the country to family events. Hey where are you from?”
Me: “Australia”
Him: “That’s great, the first Australian I met was when a guy called Marcus Loane came and preached at our Church, he was fantastic!”

After I picked my jaw off the floor and glanced at Karen who was guffawing beside me, I shook his hand and made introductions.

A thorough-going Calvinist, graciously spoken and widely read, he also had recently heard David Short (an Aussie preacher in Canada) preach and loved him. He then told me the tale of what it was like for the average pew-sitter watching the US Episcopal Church coming apart and what had been happening in relation to Rome and numerous other machinations of the Anglican Communion in this part of the world. Absolutely fascinating!

An hour later we were all greatly encouraged and spurred on to follow the Lord – incredible who you meet on a Boston bound train.

Michael