After writing that, I thought, hand puppet is ‘George’, he loved all the Grandkids.
But this is a different George, a very important one, but he was about the ages of Ben and Corey (above), he was here until he was 7.
Our walk this day was over the birthplace of George Washington. From this vantage point I could see young George playing on that point, it is just behind the house in which he was born.
Unfortunately that home burned, this is the excavated foundations of the home.
I could see him him playing on the split rail fencing until his daddy, Augustine or his mother Mary, scolded him. Cause a boy has got to climb a fence.
He also spent time in here with the cooks, who probably spoiled him with sugar biscuits. (Remember he did lose his teeth too soon)
‘Twas a strange thing, this birthplace and the burial of his parents and grand parents was left to vines and weeds for over a 100 years after his death, before someone decided to Buy it and preserve it.
The original plantation was over a thousand acres we walked a couple miles around it.
This is actually Pope’s creek that feeds the Potomac, Looks like a giant river to me…
Not sure if little George spent too much time here, this is out back the wash house, those BIG iron tubs were used to boil the clothes in.
This walkway is built across the inlet just below the house, I bet George had a small boat to go to the other side. We walked.
More of Popes Creek
Plenty of wild flowers in the swamp. Below we are back from a mile walk thru some woods and along the creek. I have seen plenty split rail fence but this one is a little different.
It is called Wakefield (the plantation) and is still an active farm for show.
Carpenter shop and tobacco barns.
We learned that the farm animals were not penned all the time, much of the time they roamed the woods foraging for food. That was plentiful.
The family Grave yard holds about 5 generations of Washington's. Great Grandpa John, Grandpa Nathaniel, father Augustine and their wives and some children.
The grave sites were redone and landscaped in 1930.
Well, this was another day’s walks. It was very enjoyable and pleasant. It is not a real big attraction for the public as you can imagine. It is in competition of all of the Washington, DC stuff and even Mt. Vernon of course.
I think it is worth the expense to keep alive the memory of George Washington, that he was once a carefree child, roaming the banks and woods of Wakefield on Pope’s Creek, near Colonial Beach, Virginia.
Nite Shipslog
PS: (Sermons lived, from an 8yr old, con’t)
Today, in the cutest voice, my 8-year-old daughter asked me to start recycling. I chuckled and asked, “Why?” She replied, “So you can help me save the planet.” I chuckled again and asked, “And why do you want to save the planet?” “Because that's where I keep all my stuff,” she said.
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This beauty from the late 1930’s (maybe a Plymouth) is on Pope’s Creek Road about a mile from the Birthplace of George Washington. )I don’t think George played in it!)
6 comments:
That is a lot of information about
George. What a peaceful place
to take a walk and also learn
history. Like seeing the old car
I bet it made many trips.
Very interesting place to visit.
That would be a wonderful place to take a walk. Glad you took some pictures to share. It's another place I've never been and appreciate them. I love being able to see places like that. That creek does look like a river to me too.
It is hard to imagine George as a child - it was fun how you did that. There wasn't a whole lot to do in those days as there is now - old George had to think and mull things over in his brain - maybe that was why he was so smart. Didn't he die from his teeth that were wood? Leaches or something? Maybe not.
I think I would enjoy this over Mount Vernon that is terribly crowded. I would enjoy walking around and imaging George here and there too. Looks like a great place to take a walk; thanks for sharing it with us!
betty
I like historical attractions that are not on the beaten path. this looks like a lovely place, indeed.
I love your imagination ... prompting us to visualize a carefree youngster named George.
Beautiful lands!
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