Camping Near Gettysburg, or the Adventures of Red Monkey

Last week was April vacation for Maura so we took a family trip. We chose Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, as our destination. I had always wanted to go there and see the place where the Battle of Gettysburg was fought. It also had the advantage of being close enough to drive to for a long weekend but far enough south that it was likely to be warmer than here in Massachusetts. We knew we wanted to camp, because we all enjoy it, but local campgrounds aren’t open yet in April, with good reason.

We left before dawn Thursday morning and made good time. Our route took us through six states. We were in our third state before we stopped for breakfast and in Pennsylvania already by the time we stopped for lunch. We reached Caledonia State Park, on the western slope of South Mountain, in plenty of time to make camp and dinner before nightfall. We set up our new tent and constructed a shelter over the picnic table with a tarp and some rope tied to trees, with a few spare tent poles to keep the tarp above our heads as we cooked and ate our meals. Desert we made over the campfire. No camping trip is complete without roasted marshmallows when camping with a seven-year-old.

On Friday we drove over the mountain to Gettysburg. We followed the auto tour of the battlefield. For me the highlight of the tour was when we stood on the top of Little Round Top, where the Union forces had arrived in the nick of time to keep the Confederates from taking the high ground that dominated the Union lines, thereby perhaps winning the battle on its second day if they had succeeded. Then we went to the High Water Mark of the Rebellion, where Pickett’s charge briefly broke the Union line, only to be driven back by a counterattack, turning the battle into a Union victory. In my mind’s eye I could see the progress of the battle and almost smell the powder smoke and the blood. I have a better appreciation now of the incredible courage and fortitude shown by both sides.

Along the way during our tour we stopped to take pictures, featuring Red Monkey, won in a carnival game the day before we left on our adventure. We have pictures of him at the Peace Memorial, on Little Round Top, at the High Water Mark, and at the top of more than one observation tower. There is even a shot of him in the barrel of a cannon.

While I could have explored every corner of the battlefield and stayed there for our entire trip, Maura and Jennifer were both a little tired of military history by mid-afternoon and we decided to spend some time in town. We wandered around the streets of Gettysburg for a while reading historical plaques and doing some shopping. Before we headed back to camp we visited the David Wills House, a museum in the home of the man responsible for creating the Gettysburg National Cemetery, at the dedication of which Lincoln gave the Gettysburg Address. President Lincoln stayed there the night before he gave his famous speech and we had the opportunity to learn more about the cemetery and the Address on our visit to the museum.

On Saturday we took the morning off from history to enjoy nature for a while. We hiked on the Charcoal Hearth Trail, and a few bits of other trails to connect it to our camp. The trail climbed Graeffenburg Hill through mixed forest of hardwoods and pines resplendent with the greenery and flowers of high spring. Despite the few rain drops that fell on us before we made it back to camp it was a wonderful hike. The trail was steep, rugged and long enough to be a challenge, but not too much of one. We felt like we had accomplished something when we arrived back at camp but we still had enough energy to enjoy the rest of our day.

After a rest in camp, a shower, and change of clothes we headed back to Gettysburg for a few hours before dinner, which we planned to eat in a restaurant in town. On the way from camp we visited Mr. Ed’s Elephant Museum, billed as the largest elephant museum in the world. The museum houses Mr. Ed’s personal collection of elephants—carved elephants, plushy elephants, elephants in photographs and elephants on circus posters. The museum is free, and a lot of fun; and it is attached to a candy shop that sells wonderful homemade fudge.

Arriving in Gettysburg a few hours before dinner time we took in a bit more of the town before we ate. One place we went was the Shriver House Museum, a house restored as much as possible to its appearance in 1863, when the battle was fought. On our tour of the house, led by a guide in period costume, we learned about the experience of the people who lived there and of their neighbors during and after the battle. Though only one civilian died during the battle it produced much danger and hardship for the people of the town. Maura particularly enjoyed the Shriver House because the family had included two little girls, about her age at the time of the battle, and their story was part of the story told on the tour.

Though we couldn’t get a table at either of the restaurants we had planned to eat at we had a nice dinner in the Springhouse Tavern in the basement of the Dobbin House tavern. The food was good, as was the atmosphere with colonial décor reflecting the construction of the building in 1776. The spring gives the room its name bubbled in one corner. The tavern also had the advantage of being less expensive than the main dining room, probably a good thing for us.

After dinner we headed back to camp and went to bed. We were tired and planned to hit the road early in the morning. During the night heavy rain fell but fortunately our tent was up to its job of keeping us dry. We hit the road early as planned, stopping for a delicious diner breakfast on our long trip back to Massachusetts.

Disaster, Adventure and Fear of the Dark

Last week was a tough week at our house. The nor’easter that dropped eight or more inches of rain on us flooded our basement. The knee-high water wrecked our water heater and shorted-out all of the electrical parts of the furnace. We had to have the gas and the electricity shut off to the house for safety. For a few days we had no lights, no heat, no hot water and no way to cook inside. We were greatly inconvenienced but we did our best to keep up our normal live. Maura still went to school, skating lessons and Girl Scouts. Jennifer and I still went to work.

As inconvenient as it was being without gas and electricity the experience was not all negative, especially for Maura. We were camping in our own house. While it was chilly at night, and in the early morning, the rain was followed by several days of mild sunny weather and it was never so cold that piled blankets could not keep away the chill. We ate out a few times partly because we were pressed for time. The whole family enjoys eating out, though Jennifer and I worried about the money we were spending. When time allowed I set up the camp stove and cooked outside, which Maura loved. It really made the experience seem like a camping trip and has Maura fired up for our planned expedition in April.

Having no power had an additional benefit I would not have expected. We had been leaving the hall light on when Maura went to bed because she was afraid of the dark. We couldn’t do that when there was no power so she had no choice but to go to sleep without it. When the lights were back on she asked her mother to leave the hall light off. Sometimes all it takes to get over the fear of the dark is to spend a little time in darkness.

Everything is back to normal in our house now. The water is out of the basement, the power and gas are on, and we have a working furnace and water heater. I’ll worry every time it rains for awhile and we’ll probably be installing a pump the summer, though it won't see much use. We’ve lived in our house for more than ten years and despite the fact that our foundation has cracks we can see through and our basement has a dirt floor and no drain we’ve never had serious flooding before, even when we had almost as much rain. The flood of 2010 will be one for our personal record books, one we hope will not be repeated in our lifetimes.

A Day Out in Boston

Last week was Maura’s February vacation from school. She had the whole week off with little to do but watch TV and play with her friend Dominic who lives across the street. For the most part that was enough for her. Though she generally enjoys school she also enjoys her time off from it. By Friday, however, we were both ready to do something different and with cash in hand from our weekly trip to the ATM we headed to Quincy Adams Station and from there to Boston by T-train.

Other than to spend it in the city we had no very definite plans for the day and that worked out just fine. I knew I wanted to keep the cost down if I could but we started with a bit of shopping. We got off T at Arlington Station and strolled through the Back Bay. The weather was very fine for February, breezy but not cold. We walked down Newbury Street and back through the Prudential Center and Copley Place, stopping for lunch on the way. While we ate we sat in the window and watched people on the street. In the Prudential Center Maura bought a pretty rhinestone barrette from a very helpful sales clerk. It helped to tame her unbrushed hair blown wild by the wind as we crossed through the plaza at the Christian Science Center.

After shopping we went back outside at Copley Square and it was time for culture. We visited the Boston Public Library, taking in the current exhibitions which were interesting and free. Maura wasn’t as excited as I was by the Edgar Allen Poe exhibit discussing the troubled relationship he had with his birthplace but the exhibition of street photographs by Jules Aarons. Mostly taken in the North End and West End of Boston during the 1950s and 1960s they fascinated both of us.

From the library we headed up Boylston Street to the Public Garden. Walking through the Garden we stopped to take in the "Make Way for Ducklings" sculpture and then walked across the Common to the Massachusetts Statehouse, where we joined a free tour to learn more about the history of the building and of the Commonwealth. We joined the tour late so I never caught our tour guide’s name but he was very knowledgeable and friendly and the tour was excellent. We saw the chambers for the state House of Representatives and Senate and the public rooms of the Statehouse where Massachusetts receives visitors and honors heroes. Maura had been to the Statehouse before but it was the first time she had taken the tour and she enjoyed it as much as I did, asking questions and looking at everything there was to see.

We’d already had a full day but it wasn’t over. After the Statehouse we made our way to the building where Jennifer works and met her for dinner and an evening trip to the Science Museum. Dinner was at one of my old favorites, Durgin Park. The food is traditional New England cooking, the service is always friendly and the atmosphere hasn’t changed much since the 19th century when the place served the workers in the city’s main market. Jennifer and I had corned beef and Maura had fish. No one was disappointed.

At the Science Museum we went to the new Identity exhibition. It explores the different aspects of human identity—physical, mental and social. Most of the displays are interactive, allowing the visitors to explore their own identities as well as the question of identity in the abstract. Some of the exhibits were also research studies themselves. I was glad to participate in them while Maura played a game that explored how identity changes when we interact with others.

After an hour or so at the museum we were all worn out. I’d been on my feet too long and had done in my knees so it was painful to walk down stairs and Maura was showing the signs of being tired. We were all happy to be heading home thoroughly satisfied by our day out.

Sick

Our house was a sick house last week. First Maura and then Jennifer came down with a stomach ailment. Nausea and vomiting were followed by fever and exhaustion. Fortunately it was a fast disease and once the vomiting stopped a good night’s sleep was all that was needed for a complete recovery. When Jennifer was ill there was little I could do but let her sleep and encourage her to take some fluids. Maura had already been sick and I was reasonably sure that Jennifer had the same disease and would recover quickly. It was different when Maura was sick.

No conscientious parent can ever be entirely at ease when their child is ill and as much as I often try to be a hand-off parent, I think I am a conscientious parent. Maura’s illness struck in the middle of the night and I had difficulty sleeping afterwards. Partly it was just that my sleep was disturbed. In my role as cleaner-of-disgusting-messes I had been called to clean up vomit and after the activity I found it difficult to go back to sleep. Worry over Maura’s illness certainly contributed to the restless night. I could not be sure she was not suffering from food poisoning or something else serious.

In the morning a call to the pediatrician allayed my fears. There was a virus going around that caused vomiting and fever but it usually only lasted for twelve to twenty-four hours. Maura was a good patient during the day she was sick. She couldn’t eat anything but she held fluids down and happily drank what I gave her whenever she was awake. She spent the day on the couch in the living room and napped for most of it. By evening she was starting to feel better but she was still running a fever.

The fever meant that Maura was home a second day. Because of the flu the school has a rule that any child who has had a fever of one hundred degrees or more in the last twenty-four hours should stay home from school. It’s a good rule and I’m sure it keeps some parents from sending children to school who shouldn’t be there but sometimes it means the kids are home when they are no longer sick. Maura was one of those children. Since I didn’t think I should have her out during school hours we were trapped at home all day and a well-rested healthy Maura who is trapped at home is bored. A bored Maura is far more trouble than a sick Maura.

Cornell Glee Club at Old South Church

Last Friday we had a family celebration of my wife Jennifer’s fortieth birthday. We had dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant in Boston’s China Town and then attended a concert by the Cornell University Glee Club at Old South Church. Jennifer and I are both alumnae of Cornell and Jennifer is a big fan of a capella music so when I received a notice in my email from the alumnae association about the upcoming concert I asked her if she would like to go. The ticket prices were affordable, the concert was close to her actual birthday and on a night I would have off.

The concert was not quite what I had expected though I was in no way disappointed. I had expected to hear jazz and popular pieces, along with the Cornell songs Jennifer and I remembered from our time on campus. The Cornell songs were covered but most of the repertoire was a mix of sacred music and secular classical pieces ranging in style from Latin hymns to choral settings of Negro spirituals. Everything was beautifully sung and performed in a gorgeous space. The concert closed with the familiar sounds of the “Evening Song” and “Alma Mater” well known to every student and graduate. The “Evening Song”, its tune otherwise known as “O Tannenbaum”, brings back fond memories of my time as a student when the sound of it echoing from the bell tower carillon marked the end of every day.

Everyone enjoyed the concert. Maura, like her mother, is a fan of choral music. The varied style of the pieces kept Maura’s attention and she was very well behaved. I would not have expected otherwise. It is a pleasure introducing Maura to the arts because she takes an interest in what we expose her to. Whether it is classical music or modern art she approaches everything with curiosity and an open mind. She sets a good example of for the rest of us. While Maura doesn’t enjoy everything new she hears or sees she does not prejudge. She lets her new experiences determine her attitude, not her expectations.

Pride and Joy

I don’t think of myself as a perfect parent and often not as a good one. I’m frequently aloof, often short-tempered, and not always consistent. Despite my shortcomings I often see evidence that I might be doing something right. At the very least I can see that I’m not undermining with my poor parenting the good work that Jennifer does as Maura’s mother or destroying by my inattention Maura’s essential good nature.

One of those occasions when I can see that Maura is absorbing the lessons that her mother and I want her to learn came last Friday on the final night of Chanukah when Maura opened her last gift. She had appreciated the earlier gifts and I don’t think she had any disappointments. She takes her new stuffed Panda to bed at night and she wanted to wear her new dress to school even though it isn’t appropriate and I had to tell her no. It was clear from the moment that she opened it that the last gift was her favorite--the one that gave her the most pleasure to receive.

That final gift was a boxed collection of classic books for children. Jennifer and I had spotted it at the library book sale and picked it up right away. We can’t agree on who saw it first or whose idea it was to get it but neither of us had any doubts that Maura would love it and I am proud to say we were perfectly correct. Her eyes lit up when she unwrapped her box of books and right away she wanted to start reading them.

Maura is not a strange child. She is friendly and outgoing and enjoys company. She loves to play video games and watch TV. She enjoys being active; playing outside, ice skating, playing soccer and riding her bike. When she’s cooped up inside she sometimes chooses to dance around the living room listening to music on the stereo. She also loves to read and she’ll never be a child whose reaction to receiving a book as a gift is a lukewarm thank you, but rather a smile of genuine delight.

As a parent as well as a as a writer I am really gratified by my daughter’s love of reading. Her mother and I have done our best to instill in her that love. She has always been read to and seen us reading. There are books always in the house for everyone and frequent trips are made to the library to borrow more. I’m pleased when I hear Maura say she wants to grow up to be a writer and I would not be surprised if she does, but I’m more proud that she is already a reader. It’s a big step toward whatever she chooses to become and one that I have no doubt will be a big help and pleasure for her through her whole life.

Harvard Museum of Natural History

On Tuesday, December 8th, we made an excursion to the Harvard Museum of Natural History on the Harvard Campus in Cambridge. The whole family made the trip. Jennifer had taken the day off and my parents were making their annual holiday visit to exchange gifts and see their granddaughter. It was not our most enjoyable trip, though that was hardly the fault of the museum, which has some truly spectacular exhibits. I think we were all a bit tired, my father was not feeling well, and I was in a lousy mood. Still, I think we all enjoyed the time we spent at the museum

The trip started well with lunch at the John Harvard Brewhouse in Harvard Square. The food and the service were good and for the adults there was tasty microbrewery beer. I enjoyed mine immensely. The walk across the Harvard Campus to the museum was rather less pleasant since the day was rather raw and it was a relief to arrive and get inside out of the weather.

The HMNH has some fascinating collections. On this trip we skipped the Great Hall of Mammals, probably the museum’s greatest draw, because on our last visit the fumes from the preservatives made Maura ill. This time we gave more attention to the remarkable display of glass flowers, which are truly amazing. Copies in glass of botanical specimens, they are both beautiful and accurate; superb examples of both natural beauty and remarkable craftsmanship. I would love to return alone someday to spend more time admiring them and improving my knowledge of botany.

The other highlight of the trip for me was the brief excursion we made into the Peabody Museum of Ethnography and Archaeology, which is connected to the Museum of Natural History. We spent little time there because we were already at the end of our day but I found the exhibit of mural paintings from the southwestern United States and Mexico to be really fascinating. I would love to see more of the Peabody. Next time we make a visit to museums at Harvard we’ll have to go to the Peabody first. So far we’ve barely scratched the surface of it.

Jennifer had planned a side trip after the museum visit to Burdick’s, reputed to have the best hot chocolate in the Boston Metropolitan Area. I would have preferred to skip that part of the day, but Maura was excited about it so I didn’t say anything. When we found the place it was crowded and there was no chance of the five of us finding seats. I found the place uninviting and oppressive and wanted to leave. I managed to anger Jennifer by my expression of indifference to the idea of getting something to go and my refusal to make a decision about it. I didn’t want to be blamed for disappointing Maura. In the end Maura and Jennifer got some hot chocolate, the rest of us didn’t, no one but Maura was really happy and I’ll never know if the hot chocolate’s reputation is deserved or not.