One woman overheard Greta singing Take Me Home Country Roads (it is on our We Sing America CD) and said she was from West Virginia and that Greta had made her day. They sang half the song together, then Greta said, "you can figure out the rest."
"Oh I could just eat you up with a spoon!" the woman said.
While Greta and Clem (mostly) smiled for each shot, Evelyn was likely to shoot back.
There was a brief fad for the glass armonica which arrived on the musical scene along with the piano. Mozart composed several pieces for the glass armonica. By 1830 the fad was over. No glass armonicas survived intact. It is only recently that one was reconstructed.
One of the things I hope the kids take away from this is to follow their passions. If your passion is glass instruments you can find a way to make that your life. If your passion is 18th century silversmithing, there is a place for that, too.
Clementine got to carry the lantern on our lantern tour.
You might remember that I wanted to interview the potter. The potter was one of the few things I remembered from my trip. In St. Augustine at the Castillo de San Marcos gift shop I saw the very inkwell I bought in 1980 to its last detail. The one my mother still has in her glass cabinet. I was so disappointed to find that this thing that had meant so much to me as a kid (even though the ink seeped right through it) was some mass produced thing you could buy anywhere.
Clementine was buying a cannon. The cashier told her it was a good choice, made in Philadelphia. She then went on to tell us all the things in the store that were made in the U.S. "The pottery," she said, "is from Williamsburg."
My heart soared. At least it was really from Williamsburg.
So we got here and we saw the printer, the brickmaker, the milliner, the silversmith, the blacksmith, the gunsmith, but no potter!
On the second day I asked.
We haven't had a potter in years, they told me. You see, there were no potters in Williamsburg. It was illegal for colonists to make pots. They had to buy them from England.
So the one thing I remembered was not even true to the time. I wonder what the girls will remember.
Off to Yorktown!