Amish Country and Mount Pocono

IMG_1871When you begin the drive from Gettysburg, PA toward Lancaster county (Amish country) and Intercourse, PA do your whole car a favor and fill up with fuel before leaving Gettysburg. Though you will see many cars, primarily tourists and Mennonites, driving around there are a scarce few gas stations and the prices are astronomical. Supply and demand is thriving in Amish country. 

Our first stop was to a beautiful quilt store where everything was hand stitched by the Amish. Photos were not allowed and we had to put white gloves on upon entering. I have been to a lot of quilt stores and that was a first, but for good reason. After the quilt store our goal was to catch a buggy tour. Rhodes (middle child age 3) loves horses and all things that go. Therefore, pairing the two became a very important must do mission, despite it’s blatantly touristy ambiance. 

IMG_1849The ride was quite comfortable, though packed with people. We toured an Amish dairy farm, had homemade Amish root beer and lemonade before re-boarding the buggy. 

The dairy farm was very interesting. Apparently batteries and solar panels are exceptions to Amish rules of no electricity. Every religion has their loop-holes, but the part that was truly interesting was that numerous generations of family lived in separate homes on the farm. The father identifies as Amish, the son that actually owns the dairy portion of the farm is not Amish. The father, who is pictured, actually owns the land and crops that feed the dairy cows. They work together and thrive together. The son’s milk production is purchased every two days by Land O’ Lakes. The co-existence was everywhere. There were Amish and Mennonites working side by side using different techniques and yet honoring each other’s choices and businesses. There were some overwhelmingly tourist trap type areas. In theory, we thought we would love the “square” full of shops, but there were dozens of tour buses, thousands of people, we kept driving. If we are going to shop, I want it to be authentic. I want to see the faces our money is feeding and we were back on the road. . . 

From Amish country we traveled to Mount Pocono, PA. Gorgeous! We were blessed with a beautiful lake house to stay in that had perfect water access and all the amenities we could possibly want. We enjoyed a beautiful three days there, relaxing, no t.v., no rushing, just enjoying the company of friends and celebrating the life of a mutual friend. We played so very hard, packed 11 bodies into a 3 bedroom house, cooked together, drank together, laughed and cried together. We will definitely be back.

The boys got some extra, unexpected freedom due to the lack of lake depth off of the dock. You could walk about 20 yards out before it got any deeper than 2 feet so they were able to play and play and play essentially unsupervised and with little risk of drowning. The paddle boat was tied to the dock and they would paddle it out and back in practicing their pirate siege techniques and pretend playing for hours.

Though a good portion of our schooling that weekend came from play I did try to incorporate some more structured learning. We worked on tree identification and forest classifications as the trees and resources for this lesson were in plenty around us. We picked our favorite leaves (red maple and yellow birch mostly) and waxed them together with an iron. They are still adorning my kitchen windows a month later. 

Though Amish country left some things to be desired, it was very easy to see the enticement of Pennsylvania. Rolling hills, pristine farms frozen in time, nature in perfection. I feel as if we only saw one facet of a Gem. I suppose we will have to go back.

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A Kiss to Build a Dream on

IMG_1828.JPGHershey Pennsylvania. The brainchild of Milton Hershey, a local boy with a fourth grade education would buy enough farm land in Lancaster PA to obtain enough milk to develop his milk chocolate recipe, which would debut in 1900 as the milk chocolate Hershey Bar. In 1907 he developed the Hershey Kiss, which would be hand wrapped until 1921. In March of 1903 he would start construction on what would become the world’s largest chocolate factor a real life Willie Wonka.

IMG_1794Once you arrive at Hershey’s Chocolate world you are given a plethora of touring options ranging from Free to costing a Fortune and even developing your own candy bar! We of course opted to try the free tour first, which was AMAZING! You get on a little car that takes you through the different processes of developing Cocoa Powder, Hershey Chocolate bars with and without Almonds, Reese’s Peanut Butter cups, Kisses and chocolate syrup. During this little tour you learn about the almond and cocoa bean sourcing. They have signs on the almond conveyor belts telling you where the almonds and cocoa beans from that day are sourced. Then they walk you through the roasting and grinding process to make cocoa powder before introducing you to their more famous products. 

IMG_1792Occasionally, there are large windows over looking the merchandise floor, which is essentially a warehouse full of chocolate. Nothing more exciting for the kids or me. Let’s be honest.

Throughout the tour you see all of their products being packaged and flying down conveyor belts. There are fountains and white and dark chocolate flowing, chocolate bars and animated cows talking to you and of course at the end there is free chocolate.

IMG_1838 The Chocolate World tour is just the tip of the Hershey empire. There was a whole amusement park that was closed for the season. The entire town exists because of Milton Hershey and his dream. He built the post office and school district for his employees and their families. In the 21st century the Hershey industry owns many other products to include (twizzler, Jolly Rancher and Reeses) they also have a Hershey ice cream line and are continuing the traditions and quality of where they started. This portion of  Pennsylvania is definitely worth your time if you ever find yourself within a reasonable drive.

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Hallowed Ground

IMG_1704Gettysburg. At the very top of my list of things to do in Pennsylvania was to stand where Lincoln delivered the Gettysburg Address and read it aloud. The solemness of the grounds is loud and overwhelming and peaceful, except for the screaming and crying of my three year old who only wanted to see the first cannon in the park not the other 50. . .

IMG_1673My five year old on the other hand is at the perfect age for first exposure to such a huge topic. He understood the mass, not to its fullest, but to some degree. There were moments when I could see him calculating what exactly happened in his head and still not understanding the hatred behind it. I hope he never does. We studied the civil war in depth back in June, he knew who was fighting and why, but this, this was big. 

If you haven’t been to Gettysburg, or are planning a future trip, there is so much to see. I cannot wait to go back and explore more of the town. The National Park portion is vast, you need a car or tour bus. The battle fields are spread out over 25 miles of road surrounding the center of town. IT IS ALL FREE!!!!! Nothing better than putting history in the hands of the people for FREE! GO! 

Everything is hands on, child friendly, open spaces, historic (all the restaurants, shops and hotels are original to the 1790s). But. . .My favorite part was the covered bridge.

IMG_1734 I’ve seen Sach’s Bridge on post cards of Pennsylvania my whole life and boy did we go on a wild goose chase looking for this guy. It was so worth it. It has also been published in five books as being one of the most haunted structures in Pennsylvania. Considering the 10’s of thousands of people that were killed at Gettysburg, that’s really saying something. It was beautiful and full of locals fishing, which was a nice change from the tour buses of the battlefields.
IMG_1769We climbed to the top of the observation tower and there you can see exactly how the battles of Gettysburg unfolded on July 1, 2 and 3 of 1863. I was able to point to different sections of fields and peach orchards and show Lux exactly where the armies approached and flanked and clashed. That was a surreal moment for me. A moment that fueled me to continue this journey with my children. On the days that homeschooling seems impossible I can reflect on this memory of what middle school, high school could look like with an engaged child learning in the place it happened.

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate

we can not consecrate

we can not hallow this ground.

The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.

It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”

Abraham Lincoln Gettysburg Address

 

 

Virginia Views

IMG_1567We recently went on a little road trip. We did not cover much distance in mileage, but we saw so much! We drove from North Carolina to Virginia, Virginia to Pennsylvania and back again. When you pass through Natural Bridge, VA the natural bridge and natural bridge caverns are worth your time. A land full of natural beauty, millions of years in the making. Some words of advice if you decide to visit and stay in the area; the hotels are limited, the available food resources are almost non-existent so stock up when you go through Lynchburg. 

IMG_1539The Natural Bridge Caverns were a great “first exposure” cave system for my budding scientists. The cave system is well lit and your guides are local college students, most of whom have been working in the caverns since high school. The Natural Bridge and the Caverns are about one mile apart in a small town with almost nothing else around.IMG_1939Carter Mountain Orchard. An old favorite of mine from when we were stationed in Quantico, VA. This was my third visit to the orchard, the last time I was pregnant with our second son. We met our old neighbors here for some much needed friend time and apple picking. My dear friend and I wrangling 8 children 9 and under up the side of a mountain was an entirely different view. . .

*Fun Fact: Carter Mountain was gifted to the family from their neighbor Thomas Jefferson and has been open to the public as an orchard since 1912.

Monticello. Thomas Jefferson’s architectural masterpiece and land where his, over 200 slaves, made all of their own bricks and nails for all the buildings once on the property. In previous years I have toured the house, which is worth it, but this time with only two sets of adult hands and 8 children we opted to run the grounds instead. The grounds are littered with exotic flowers and vegetables sowed from seeds from the 1790s. It is incredible to see a legacy as expansive, in ideas as well as children. 

Virginia has so much to offer. If you don’t mind crowds you can travel closer to Washington D.C. and stop at hundreds of civil war sights, battlegrounds and plantations. If you prefer a Shenandoah Valley view head toward Western Virginia, Jefferson did. 

With all the evil rearing its head in our country, particularly in Virginia lately, showing my children where it all started (slavery, plantations, Gettysburg) and what it meant to be a slave in this area during that time, helps set the stage for the tough conversations I have to have whilst raising children in this society. I do not hide truths from my children, I expose them, so history doesn’t continue to repeat itself.

Militias and Mattresses at Tryon Palace

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Twice a year, Tryon Palace opens its lawn and gardens to patrons for camping. Tryon Palace was the first Royal Government seat in the thirteen colonies under King George III and built in the late 1760s. The event was amazing! I was so impressed by every single thing that the organization did. When we arrived I was questioning my ability to “camp” with my mother (visiting from Missouri) and my three small children, one who is awake nursing most of the night and teething miserably. Within minutes of our arrival a volunteer came over with a garden cart and begins loading our things and hauling it to the lawn! I was pleasantly surprised. I tried to sit Atlas (the baby) down and he of course started screaming so this volunteer and my mother pitched the tent. They both deserve a cookie. Speaking of sweets, I purchased our camp site (it’s a fundraiser for the palace) for $60 and with that money I received loads of help from volunteers for set up, shoving air mattresses into small tents and break down. It included our dinner, which was really good, Smores, Bounce houses, Colonial era games, a magician, Storytellers, Sing a longs, plant identification glow stick walk, a mini militia, a wonderful drum circle, breakfast AND PEACE AND QUIET.

At 10 pm they announced lights out and for about twenty minutes I sat in silence staring up at the stars, my children slept, the children and families around us respected the rule and were quiet. . .The only movement was the airplane I mistook for a star. The blazing September sun gave way to a cool Trent River breeze and suddenly we were successfully camping. 21743143_10159455657480533_7730872570436459362_n

Being out with children is hard. It just is. I do not believe that it comes easily for anyone, definitely not me. The most difficult part about camping with these boys was that 9 month old, crawling Atlas puts EVERYTHING in his mouth. He ate leaves, rocks, paper, bugs, you name it. IMG_1443

I do it anyway because when a man in colonial garb hands your weapon obsessed military child a mock musket and bayonet he comes to life. His language is spoken and he is plugging his ears for a pretend cannon fire against the British. Learning is taking place and History is coming alive for my child. My husband and I have a pretty extensive love for history, if you ever want to hear the whole story pitch your tent next to ours at the next Lanterns on the Lawn https://www.tryonpalace.org/ and say yes to adventure.

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Wild and Free

When Greg and I found out we were pregnant, I in graduate school and he working and waiting for a military waiver, we could have never imagined the life we are leading. I would have laughed if someone would have told me that 6 years later I’d be spending my days homeschooling, doula-ing and washing flight suits.

yet. . .

That’s a good portion of my day, but the moments are infused with so much more than that and opportunities appear everywhere if you’re willing to say YES! Many of our followers probably believe that the concept of world schooling our kids was a recent and rash decision, but it was not.

Some people have financial based prenuptials, but Greg and I’s was of a different nature. When Greg proposed I was very forthcoming in what I wanted for my life. I have been a travel junky for as long as I can remember, I got degrees in subjects that encouraged exotic travel, so the idea of marrying a military man and having a brood of military babies and being all domestic was not on my agenda.

“Every time you leave the country I am too.”

With a chuckle and nod he agreed and I have held him to it. This is where it started folks. Pre-babies, pre-four moves, pre-homeschooling, pre-hippie, pre-mother marine corps, pre-homebirths. It started here. This is what this blog is about. My mainstream husband marrying a gypsy and living both lives simultaneously with as much Grace as we can muster. All while raising three young boys to be the truest version of themselves. The blog of our daily adventure driven, slightly domesticated, lives starts here.