Last night we dressed warmly and got into the car.
We were going to the Greenfield Village for their "12 Nights of Christmas" event. We had been to this "festival" once before, but only Nick and I were old enough to remember it; Eric was still a infant at the time.
Even though it was a weekday less people were supposed to come, it was still sufficiently crowded; in certain places in the village, people had to walk in the streets because the sidewalks were overflowing.
As it was for Eric we went, he chose the direction in which we walked. Only the historic houses were open to visitors; the rest of the village was not lit up. As we walked along the streets clutching hot beverages, we took in the feeling of being transported back into the 19th century; oil lambs and fires shining brightly and giving off warmth, the impersonators strolling dressed in the winter garments of the time, old fashioned automobiles honking their horns as they passed carrying other visitors, horse-drawn carriages and carolers singing.
To keep ourselves warm, we sampled some of the foods common in the 19th century: roasted chestnuts (nobody but I liked them), cinnamon sugar donuts, hot apple cider and hot chocolate.
The night was clear; a tiny sliver of a moon shone from the pitch black sky, and tiny snowflakes floated down. It was an enjoyable evening and I think Eric enjoyed himself quite well. Another memory...
We were going to the Greenfield Village for their "12 Nights of Christmas" event. We had been to this "festival" once before, but only Nick and I were old enough to remember it; Eric was still a infant at the time.
Even though it was a weekday less people were supposed to come, it was still sufficiently crowded; in certain places in the village, people had to walk in the streets because the sidewalks were overflowing.
As it was for Eric we went, he chose the direction in which we walked. Only the historic houses were open to visitors; the rest of the village was not lit up. As we walked along the streets clutching hot beverages, we took in the feeling of being transported back into the 19th century; oil lambs and fires shining brightly and giving off warmth, the impersonators strolling dressed in the winter garments of the time, old fashioned automobiles honking their horns as they passed carrying other visitors, horse-drawn carriages and carolers singing.
To keep ourselves warm, we sampled some of the foods common in the 19th century: roasted chestnuts (nobody but I liked them), cinnamon sugar donuts, hot apple cider and hot chocolate.
The night was clear; a tiny sliver of a moon shone from the pitch black sky, and tiny snowflakes floated down. It was an enjoyable evening and I think Eric enjoyed himself quite well. Another memory...
Carolers dressed in period clothing.
The Tavern restuarant decorated for the holidays.
A line to the Plantation House (Christmas wreaths hanging in the windows).
The New Year meal in the Plantation House.
Decorations in the Henry Ford family home.
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