its a mad mission

Last weekend we got out of the city and met up with both our families at Old Sturbridge Village, similar to Old Williamsburg in Virginia or Plimoth Plantation. Growing up, both families went there all the time, and Bill and I joke that we probably were there on the same day some time in our childhood.

This day was gorgeous and sunny, with wood fire stoves, big dresses, yarn dying, farm animals, cheese curds, apple cider making and quill pens abounding. And when the plowing demonstration allowed people to try it out, Bill was on it. My little plaid shirted farmer…

“This is going on the blog!” I shouted as he plowed. Sorry honey.

Jon did well too.

“We are not amused.”

We met an 1800’s family!

Doesn’t my mom look like the perfect 1800’s mom?

Perhaps the most exciting thing of the day was finding out I’m allergic to apples. Mom made amazing caramel apples for lunch there. And then my throat decided to swell nearly shut. Thankfully, Beth Mission is a walking medicine cabinet, and had Benadryl strips in her purse that kept things from becoming an emergency situation. From here on out, it’s cooked apples only for me.