Sunday, December 19, 2010

Winging it in... Boston


If you'd come today you would've reached a whole nation. Israel in 4 B.C. had no mass communication.

This week I have finally managed to fit in the Christmas spirit thing and make up for missing the Carol Service last week. I still didn’t get to the Old North Church again, but I did manage to get to the Boston Pops Christmas Concert. This is slightly different to a carol service in that it doesn’t have all (or any of the readings- but I know the story, and I can still manage to recite Luke 2:1-20- my teachers would be so proud) so hearing the carols was good enough. Anyway, I am fairly certain that the Boston Symphony Orchestra made a much more melodic job of them than I would have done. I did also get to enjoy holiday classics, such as “Sleigh Ride”, “Jingle Bells” and the wonderful traditional tale of “The Night Before Christmas” by Clement Clarke Moore- again I think I am pretty much word perfect here too, but I’m not so sure my teacher would be quite so impressed.

On a similar theme was the lighting of the Fenway Christmas tree. Not quite such a prominent event as the one on The Common, but important to enough for Santa to make a trip all the way from the North Pole. With the wind chill factor meaning the thermometer was showing a temperature of 1F I’m sure he was feeling very at home! Personally I didn’t find the hot chocolate and warm holiday feelings were doing a whole lot to keep my feet at an acceptable temperature so I didn’t hang around. Then again I was doing a reasonable good impression of a marshmallow man so I’m sure I wasn’t a big loss to the group- who were averaging about 10 years of age.

I did redeem myself slightly on Saturday night by heading out for a party. Usually this is a bit of a novelty, but this week I thought I’d go for something a little different- all I will say on the subject is en el pueblo espaƱol puede hacer que me suena muy divertido! Laughing at me? Not so sure it was with me!

All my Christmas shopping is now complete and I am totally ready for the holiday season to commence. I have been more than generous with my own presents this year, bought myself everything I asked for, and I am very happy with all my self-given gifts. I did think I had been particularly good, and why risk other people disagreeing? Thinking ahead, I have some that are due to arrive in January, so the post Christmas blues shouldn’t set in for a few weeks, and then I have a plan for trip to NYC, so all is looking good for 2011.

Happy Holidays and best wishes for the new year.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Winging it in... Boston


If no one's in the kitchen, who's to see?

And in my case this is probably the best way! I have now taken two cookery courses at the Boston Center for Adult Education and I have to say that I really don’t seem to be improving any. Now, I know I am the least creative and artistic person in the whole of history, (I also know I can be given to exaggeration- but this time, trust me) so I held out little hope on the decoration aspect of this class, but really, how can I manage to make creaming butter and sugar with a kitchen aid into a challenge? I should have realized how is was going to turn out when I failed to attach the bowl to the base and the mixing paddle came off mid stir and implanted itself into the butter. But no, I remained optimistic. Foolishly so!

So, being a holiday cookie class, it was all focused on creating great holiday cookies, and I have to say the butterscotch cookie jar is looking promising… or at least the ones I tasted were amazing, obviously I had nothing to do with making these cookies… but I do now have a jar of ingredients in my cupboard that should allow me to make my own. The idea being that the instructor demonstrated in class and then, being a jar cookie, we all made the presentation jar- kinda like the ones you see in stores, that you can take home, throw into a mixing bowl, add an egg to and hey presto, instant and awesome cookies. Again, I hold out little hope. My jar, that I so loving took time over and carefully layered ingredients into, now resembles a small sandstorm in the foot well of a car after a day at the beach. Secret Santa anyone?

Even the gingerbread men have gotten slightly squiffy in my care- and even children can make these! Admittedly, I might know what happened here- and it could be a small fridge related incident that occurred sometime after leaving the cookie class… As for the rest, the least said the better… and the frosting! It would give small children nightmares. I think what has been learned from this experience is, I am not cut out for baking! I have many talents- baking is not one of them.

February is looking good for jewelry making class- what could go wrong with hot wax, molten metal and my lack of skill and creativity? I’m not expecting Tiffany, or even a ring shaped object- I’m already planning to hang it on a necklace (yes, I should be sent back to Junior High) but I do have a weakness for shiny and sparkly objects. I could save a fortune, and who knows, I might be really good…

The second activity of the week, and this is really out of sequence, happened on Friday. It normally would not warrant a mention but it was on my “Boston to-do list” so this week I’m including it- a trip to the Museum of Science.

Time for the geek to be briefly released- the museum was started by six men in 1830 who wanted to share their collections of natural artifacts and provide somewhere for discussions about natural history. By 1864 temporary exhibit halls had been established and the New England Museum of Natural History was opened. After the Second World War a new site was found, the name changed and the (Boston) Museum of Science was created. By 1956 MIT had finished using the Van de Graaff generator they had on campus, and it was given to the museum. At 2.5 stories tall it is the largest one in New England. (I want to say the world, but at this point I was pretty excited to see the indoor lightning show and kinda forgot to listen- I did try and check the website but it has no mention of this so it probably isn’t. That is the sort of thing I would want to tell people if it were me- as evidenced here. Anyway, I can now join the ranks of all other Bostonians safe in the knowledge that I am no longer missing out on a major cultural experience. I also experience the bridge that crossed from Boston to Cambridge (and vice versa) and enables you stand with one foot in each city- not quite the four corners, on the meridian line, but hey, you can’t have everything in one afternoon!

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Winging it in... New York


…some moldy Babylonian god is going to drop in on Central Park West, and start tearing up the city?

Actually, it turns out that it was just hundreds of millions of people who were all in town for Thanksgiving. I know why I was in NYC this weekend, and I had a great time catching up with my sister, but I cannot work out why so many other Brits were all there. It is not a holiday in Britain (as far as I know) this weekend, not a long weekend of any type, no freebies thrown in for weddings, and no school breaks for another few weeks… so how come all you could hear were English accents?

The tearing up of the city does seem to have been very tourist, not Babylonian god, related this weekend. It started on Thursday with the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. The parade started along side Central Park at 9am in the morning, but I think people started lining it to see it well before 6am, and given the number of people on the streets I can see why you would have to get there early to get a good view. I unfortunately, am now old and miserable and having driven down from Boston after work on Wednesday evening was fairly keen to stay in my very warm and comfortable bed for as long as possible. Therefore I took the easy way out, and watched the start of the parade from my bed and then drifted in and out of CBS coverage, as I got ready for the day. Not that this meant I didn’t get to see it. The parade goes on for hours! By the time I was leaving the hotel and heading out for brunch the parade was flowing down 7th and I was perfectly positioned on the corner to see Spiderman’s ass, among other things. Being in no particular hurry for brunch I stood and watched, people and floats for a while. The people watching was almost as entertaining as the balloons and bands. Started in 1927 the Macy’s parade ties with Detroit as being the second oldest Thanksgiving parade in the country, Philadelphia being four year older, but is certainly the biggest and most watched so it was good to be part of it this one time.

I finished Thanksgiving Day with a trip to the theater- "Avenue Q" now playing just off Broadway. It is a coming-of-age story, addressing and satirizing the issues and anxieties associated with entering adulthood. Yes, when I left college I could be anything, I could do anything, turns out life is harder than you think. I would say, “It sucks to be me”, but actually, apart from the age thing, my life is pretty awesome when I think about it. It does reflect that children are so often told that they are "special" and "can do anything"; but as adults, you discover that in the real world your options are not unlimited, and they are no more "special" than anyone else. Equally it does this by pointing out, in song, that… ahh, get the sound track, and if you aren’t rolling your eyes in disgust you’ll be rolling on the floor laughing. Turns out you can get away with saying a lot of inappropriate and politically incorrect things if you have a puppet on your arm.

Of course being the Thanksgiving Weekend means Friday was shopping day! Pre-Christmas sales have always seemed a good idea, and I really think everyone else should get on board with this tradition. Then again, I have always liked shopping. Maybe too much… I was initially very excited about the four block queue outside my hotel on Thursday evening, I was thinking great shoe sale must be coming, turns out it was just teenage girls wait and hoping to catch a glimpse of Justin Beiber at 2:00pm the following day. All I can say it that they have some very dedicated parents who are prepared to camp out on the street overnight in freezing temperatures for 16 hours in the hope of seeing some teenage singer- wow! Generally speaking (apart from sparkly jewelry, which doesn’t count) I eschewed the shopping in favor of some culture and headed to the MET.

Founded in 1870 the MET contains more than 2 million exhibits spanning 9,000 years of history, and prehistory. I’m sure people will tell me- but really prehistory makes no sense to me, how can something be prehistory… If it happened it is history and can be studied as such. Anyway, there was no way I was going to see everything in the few hours I had so, I “skim read” the important parts and did what all children will tell you is the best part of any field trip and headed to the gift shop. This truly was a joy, and I can’t believe I have never thought of this before- see I am “special” if you go to the gift shop they have replicas and postcards of all the most important and famous pieces in the museum. No more expensive entrance fees, in future I’ll stop in the gift shop first and see if I can spot anything worth paying to see then head on in. J

And so back to Boston… and as Christmas gets closer, and the weather gets colder, my calendar is looking fuller, I really am having second thoughts about buying new boots. With Black Friday over, and Small Business Saturday done, maybe I can justify buying them on cyber Monday… gotta love hallmark days.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Winging it in... Boston


Don't you worry. Everything is under control.

I have to say, I had such high hopes for this weekend! Everything really was supposed to be under control, Christmas shopping, report writing, catch up on a bit of reading, possibly even a trip out of the city,but the best laid plans and all that…

Anyway, this weekend started with out a set plan, Christmas shopping was on the agenda, as was meeting up with friends, both of which sound like relatively straightforward tasks. After a midweek trip to Rite Aid revealed imported Polish chocolate oranges on sale, variety packs of Toblerone and a whole host of other delicious Christmas goodies I was planning a rather focused military style type shopping trip (I know- it is hard to be as classy as me) for Saturday morning. I was thinking and possibly dreaming about all the things I needed… I have put so much effort into this that I even have a Christmas running plan established on my laptop that lets me equate calories burned with chocolate enjoyed- I can’t afford to replace my wardrobe and shop for Christmas goodies! So, imagine my disappointment when I arrived at Rite Aid and the sale was no longer on. A trip to the Cambridgeside Galleria was needed.

This is actually when it all started to go wrong. Most people can make this six minute drive in, oh, I don’t know, about six minutes, give or take, depending on traffic. I however, have managed to make this route much more interesting but adding a good 35 minute detour to it! Now, Boston is a great place to live, loads of fantastic historical neighborhoods… I just think it right that you take a moment to enjoy them all…

This week saw a brief trip through Medford, Mystic Ave is probably one of the longest roads I have ever been on- especially when I think I want to turn around. However, it does have a great Mitsubishi, Chrysler and Jeep dealership. They will fix up your car, deal with the insurance company, store the car free of charge and generally be one of THE most helpful dealerships you will ever have the pleasure of dealing with. Other than that, a friendly branch of Dunkin Donuts and a stop on the Orange line I really have nothing else to add about this commuter town- it is a bit of a sprawl and very suburbanly empty (if a little concrete depressing).

Never mind because my special needs in not understanding simple instructions, such as left meant that I didn’t hang around too long and having found the Tobin Bridge- still not really sure where it goes, just that it is always backed up on traffic reports, I soon discovered myself in Sommerville. This is an up and coming area, and actually appears to have some cute coffee shops and a whole thing going on around Davis Sqaure. It also has the Alewife subway stop- I was getting quite excited at this point, which of course meant I was about to get hopelessly lost- again, miss the turn and discover that while I could see where I needed to be, I was about to sail straight past it on a completely unconnected piece of freeway that took me in another direction altogether. Luckily I learned that Prudential- does indeed make dreams come true, and JetBlue are here to stay while I am free to come and go as I please. Clearly this was a lie, as I couldn’t make it to the mall, so how they anticipate me navigating an airport is beyond me.

Next stop on the magical mystery tour was Charlestown, home of the USS Constitution, Bunker Hill, and the Navy Ship Yard. Apparently an unreliable water supply lead the Puritans to abandon this area in 1629, and anyone who did try and settle this area left when the British burned it down in 1775. I am told by those in the know that the Charlestown neighborhood of Boston was renowned for churning out a high number of armed robbers, generation after generation. These robbers never left their Charlestown life on their own volition, and after a bank robbery the police would simply sit on the bridge and wait for the suspects to come home. I just wanted to get back on the right side of the bridge…

I did eventually make it to the mall- which leads me onto Christmas shopping… this year I have decided to be ecologically and morally responsible. So, with the exception of my brother who was specifically requested we only do e-cards (he really doesn’t even know my address J) everyone will be getting Oxfam chicks delivered to a secret South American location. If this does not meet your required needs for this Christmas please let me know before 5:30pm EST on Sunday November 21 2010 and I will see what else I can arrange. (On the plus side it turns out I have been very good this year, and I appear to have treated myself to a new bracelet. However, Santa thinks he might be busy on Dec 25 so has delivered it early.) I also have to say, the chicks are REALLY cute! I think I would actually quite like one myself (if I hadn’t already gotten a bracelet of course- can’t be greedy and ask for too many things).

After all the stress of the weekend I never did get around to writing reports. I have headed up the page though, so that is one less job to do on Monday, and I have read the newest Sophie Kinsella book, so I can return that on Monday, that might free up a bit more report writing time J

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Winging it in... Boston


We both have truths. Are mine the same as yours?

This weekend can well and truly be broken up into sections, although the pervading theme seems very much to have been pajamas and cheesecake. I have spent a great deal of time wearing one due to spending a great deal of time eating a huge slice of the other.

However, the main focus of Saturday was a trip to the Mary Baker Eddy library and the Church of Christian Science in order to see the Mapparium. As you enter the building you walk into the “Hall of Ideas” based on the concept that Plato was correct and “Ideas rule the world” the hall incorporates a light show in which more than 800 quotes appear. The letters bubble up as illuminated projections through the fountain in the middle of the room, spilling over the sides and running together on the floor to form words, phrases and quotes from philosophers across the ages.

The hall, along with the Mapparium was designed for the new publishing house of the Christian Science magazine, as started by Mary Baker Eddy, and was set in place for the opening of the building in 1935. The magazine is still published from the same building, and while the Hall of Ideas has been updated to reflect changes in technology the glass globe is frozen to represent the world as stood at the time.

The Mapparium is in a fact a giant glass globe that you walk into the center of, it has a diameter of 30’ and a bridge spanning the middle of the room, so you can in fact stand right in the center of a mirror world. The spherical shape allows the correct proportions and relationships of the earth’s landmasses to be shown accurately: in fact, at a scale of 1 inch to 22 miles. This shape also creates some great sound effects! Stand in the center of the bridge and you can hear everything you say reflected directly back at you- hear yourself talk in surround sound, awesome until some child starts screaming and then earsplittingly annoying, it is this same spherical structure that allows you to stand at one end of the bridge and whisper directly into the ear of the person at the other end- the whispering gallery effect.

I know this is slightly geeky- but … the structure consists of 608 stained glass panels set in a bronze frame. This frame is set at 10” intervals and represents the lines the of latitude and longitude around the globe. Originally this was so the panels could be easily removed and updated as the countries changed and boundaries were redrawn. The first time this was necessary was two months before the Mapparium opened and Persia changed its name to Iran. The artists had to rush to make the required changes, costing considerable effort and money, and since then it has been decided that the Mapparium is a work of art and thus should remain as frozen in 1935. The cynic in me is thinking this is very much a money over art issue.

The library contains huge amounts of information about Mary Baker Eddy, her beliefs, her life, her writing, her founding of the Christian Science Monitor and personal articles and artefacts all linked to the religion. She was responsible for the writing of the main textbook on which the religion is based and expresses her beliefs about healing and nature through this book. I have to say that at this point I started to get a little confused and to tune out slightly. Mary Baker Eddy started to formulate her ideas and the basis for her religious texts while recovering from a severe knock to the head, again I may be cynical here but I’m thinking I might spot a link, knock to the head, you can heal like Jesus… your call…

Sunday was another trip to church, but this time a more conventional one, and a remembrance service for November 11. The sermon was really interesting, I would actually quite like to see the Re. Nobel Scheeper talk about his life again, because whilst he was keeping the spirt of hope and peace, his life sounded fascinating. I think I may have to become a google stalker later. I will keep this brief because I have mentioned the Old North Church before. It began its famous adventures in April 1775 when the redcoats marched on Concord and the two lanterns where hung in the steeple as the signal for Paul Revere- yes, my favorite (very tongue in cheek) revolutionary J

The church is officially known as Christ Church and is the oldest standing church in Boston, dating from 1723. In 1775 it had a predominantly loyal following to the King, who had even given a bible to the church, the Governor was a member of the congregation, as were several important officials. All of this making sexton Robert Newman’s actions, in the placing of the lanterns, somewhat obscure, again no judgments, but General George Washington needed all the help he could get.


I think I am fairly convinced, and it is dark outside, pyjamas may be calling again.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Winging it in... New York


New York, I love you!

No, I haven’t moved again! But I have gotten out of Boston this weekend and made it all the way to New York City… just in time for the marathon. No, I wasn’t running, but I have to say that hearing the noise and cheering as people went by did make me think I might want to run in Seattle in a few weeks time… then I thought again about the early morning start, the likelihood of rain, the guarantee of sore feet and aching legs the next day, the flight to and from Seattle… and I realized that actually I think I like the idea of not running it more.

I have however, had a good time in NYC. I have done the obligatory bus tour- well the downtown loop, I missed out on the Brooklyn tour, the night time tour and the uptown Central Park loop. I have a feeling though that they probably haven’t change that much since I was last here. I know NYC is a constantly moving city, but still there is only so much movement that can happen at anyone time. I also have another trip planned over Thanksgiving and I would hate to run out of entertainment for then.

Having visited NYC a few times in recent years I did make do with a cursory glance and a nod to certain NY institutions this time. There is the obligatory walk past of the Empire State building, and while I avoided the observation decks and the trip to the top, one cannot help but be impresses with the sheer scale and magnificence of the building. Then again I am a fan of art deco, and I do tend to have slight fascination with the whole of the 1920/30s style and time period- I am sure I was born in the wrong era. The Empire State Building still stands at 102 floors high and was, for 40 years, the tallest building in the world; since 2001 it has once again become the tallest building in New York.

At 203 feet shorter than the Empire State Building is my favorite building in New York… the Chrysler Building. It was built in 1930, again is fantastic art deco design and for a whole 11 months it was the tallest building in the world. Now it stands as the third tallest in New York with the 2007 opening of the Bank of America’s new spire and the New York Times building. Still 77 years after it was built architects are still building skyscrapers of the same height, or a few feet higher is testament to what was a great achievement in engineering.

Of course no trip to New York would be complete with a mention of Times Square, and the drenching neon and highlights of flashing billboards causing complete sensory overload! Originally called Longacre Square, the name was changed n April 1904 after the New York Times moved its offices there, Times Square has long been a hub of the city, home of the Naked Cowboy, New Year Eve celebrations, and multiple theaters, it really is a place to just stand and stare and marvel at a city that really doesn’t ever stop.

I am heading out to be dazzled by the last few hours of my time here, enjoy the sunny blue skies, even if the wind is a little cooler than pleasant, and stretch my legs before the drive home. I will after all be back in a few weeks time to explore Central Park, and continue my wanders.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Winging it in...Boston!


You're gonna get yourself re-elected.
This weekend has very much picked up where last weekend left off- in the calm, relaxed and completing errands stakes. Not to say that nothing has been going on, just that it hasn’t felt like the “trying out” new activities type of weekend that involve manic rushing around around. This one has been much slower and slotted into the living life and seeing slightly unreal events because of it weekends.

The first excitement of Saturday was the (eventual- and after lots of moaning) heating finally being turned on. I have no control over whether or not the heat in the apartment is actually on or not. Once the leasing company decided to turn it on I can control the level to which it comes out- to some extent; I can alter the radiators but not the hot water pipes. Consequently, my apartment is once again livable, and I will refrain from whinging about the temperature for a good – well few weeks. I had, on Friday night woken up ay 4:30am, wearing a hoodie, socks and encased in a pillow igloo and still far too cold to get out of bed and get a glass of water. I was, and I know how odd I am, therefore drafting a letter comparing the cold scale of my apartment to the pain scale found at the doctor’s office. To my mind, the inability to get a glass of water was impacting on my basic needs and therefore a 9/10 on my new found scale, thus demanding urgent attention (and possible hospitalization). All of this went unsaid though, as the heat did appear on Saturday afternoon before I could complete the letter. The second excitement was a party that involved a fancy dress corner- I’m not going to say anymore on this subject because next time I have a party I will be stealing a lot of ideas from this one and I don’t want to give the game away…

The rest of Saturday revolved around a necessities shopping trip. Not of the grocery and totally pointless kind, and not of the frivolous sparkly object kind, but somewhere in the middle, pleasant and enjoyable with a few treats thrown in kind. The thing that made this different was that President Obama was in town to support the re-election campaign of Governor Deval Patrick who is currently locked in a tight race with republican Charles Baker. Massachusetts is not generally known for its Republican tendencies but did in January, despite another Obama appearance, elect Republican Scott Brown to the Senate. This did seem extremely well managed, with the queues, the road closures and the police/ security presence all being contained to a relatively small area and having very little impact on anything in the vicinity, which meant my shopping could go on unhindered, I didn’t have to queue and I could still hear a vast amount of the rallying and some parts of the speech.

On the whole I am not sure that the cheer of “Hey, hey, Ho, ho, Patrick/Murray- Let’s go!” is that informative, or gives many clues as to his policies and allegiances. The fact that the President has once again come out in support of a friend maybe does, or maybe it just hints that the Baker/Patrick race is closer than he would like… but the dancers and bands and other various entertainers in the street made for a good spectacle. I haven’t been in the UK for a long time, but I’m thinking that there might be more interesting in the politics there if cheers, chants and dancing girls had gotten involved. After all it seems to work for sport and keeps the interest in soccer high… then again I’m also thinking that Cameron/Clegg is harder to rhyme and scan than Patrick/Murray, and cheerleaders in Liverpool might not have quite the same appeal. I guess you could stick the simple D, D, D; Defense… before I get completely carried away with political reform and cheerleading I think I’ll get back to Sunday night chores…

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Winging it in...Boston!


You don't seem to have done too badly after the Revolution...
This week was partially back on the Revolutionary trail, but then this is Boston- so how can it be avoid, especially when tourist activities are the main aim of the day.

I have to say, that while Saturday was particularly busy this week, Sunday consisted of a calm and relaxed afternoon. Then again, it could be that Sunday just consisted of a casual waste of time… very nearly my favorite waste of time- as I turned on Sims 3… it has been a while since I last loaded this game up, and I have now remembered why. I do turn back into a grunting teenager the second I start playing. I think the only reason I stopped was because I realized I had a bit of a headache starting, not surprising after sitting in front of a computer screen for 2 ½ hours, not having had a drink and completely engrossed in the mini me running around. Who knew I could become even more self- absorbed than I usually am? I would say I would put it on hold for a while, but now I have remembered how much fun it is, I’m quite sure I won’t. If anything it will actually be a pleasant surprise if I turn up for work tomorrow.

I may have teenage morphed my way through one afternoon, but Saturday was actually fairly productive. I did eventually, after weeks of moving appointments and changing my mind, finally manage to get into the hairdresser. Today I think I may be totally in love with my hairdresser. He has worked miracles and I LOVE my hair. Tomorrow, when I have to style it after a night sleeping on it and having washed it myself, it could be an entirely different story, but today, it is freaking awesome! The only instructions I gave were it must be longer than my shoulders still, and the bangs need to stay longish. Not only did he comply with both requests, I was a little concerned as 4/5” at a time seemed to be hitting the floor, but it is still a few inches below my shoulders, swooshes and swings and generally looks great. In fact so much so, that three random strangers complimented me on it on my way home.

So, with confidence levels high I set out for a Cheesecake Factory lunch and one of the infamous Duck Tours! Having heard about how much fun these are, and also having seen them on “Undercover Boss” (yeah, I know- I need to get out more) I was intrigued by this. It was a little different from most of the regular tours in that you don’t hop on and hop off, well actually I don’t really do that so much anyway, but it does include a driving and river part of the tour, all in one, without having to move out of your seat.

The DUCKs all have different names linked to various parts of Boston and the drivers all have varying personas… all a little kooky and all a little of the regular beat. I’m still not 100% sure if this adds to the experience or if it is just a little scary. In case you have never experienced anything like this before the fun begins as soon as you board your DUCK, a WW III style amphibious landing vehicle, or a DUKW. Although these originally came from WW II they are now gradually being replaced by modified and more updated versions, meaning the seating is all now more enclosed, and the seating area is slightly larger. Given the breeze I was certainly appreciative of the enclosed nature of the DUCK. The ConDUCKtor (feel free to roll your eyes) was a little more animated than usually found on these tours, he did insist on random quacks and some kind of finger wiggle salute at various points on the tour. Possibly, he should have been a little more concerned with the state of the traffic than how many people were wiggling their fingers at him!
Sgt. Meatball (you can see from the names this may be different to usual) did however, make a good job of narrating the tour. While not the packed with facts you usually get, he did point out all the places of note, from the golden-domed State House to Bunker Hill, Boston Common, Copley Square, Government Center and my personal favorite, Newbury Street, and Quincy Market. He took us along the Charles, pointed out the Hancock Towers, with all the glass panels in place, and the Cambridge institutions of Harvard and MIT, all while reminding us that Boston was the birthplace of the Revolution and a city of firsts…

My personal first was that this was the first city tour I have ever been on in which the operator has driven into another vehicle. If like us you happen to be in a WWII bomb proof amphibious truck, this is not so much of an issue. I’m not sure the owner of the BMW would agree. Although I’m sure his insurance report, rear-ended by a duck, would make for great reading. I am also sure that it is at moments like this that the driver wished he wasn’t wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt, a camouflage kilt and some form of fancy dress Sgt’s hat.

I have also decided that another first this week will be baking, and to that end I have made corn bread, and cookies! I am now far too scared to eat them tho. That first may well have to wait until tomorrow! Me, baking! What is the world coming to?
P.S. I nearly forgot the geraniums!

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Winging it in...Boston!


How do you like them apples?
This weekend was a real fall adventure and with the start of October it seemed appropriate to be in full fall mode. Saturday can be broken down into a few separate activities although they did all take place at the same time and in the same afternoon trip out to the north of Boston, in Essex and Surrey- this is New England after all.

The first stop of the afternoon was Back Bay farm and riding stables- not as the name suggests in the Back Bay area of Boston but, on the North Shore and the Back Bay area of Ipswich. It is still only about 30 minutes from Boston tho, and set in the most gorgeous county side and scenery, especially now the leaves are turning brilliant shades of red and crimson. Although a lot of the horses were out at competitions the farm was large and had access to a variety of country trails and even to the beach riding in the waves. In fact if there had been more time and less people on the beach it would have been a great opportunity for the “cantering through the foaming waves, and tossing my hair about” fantasy. However, time was short as there was a film location just along the road. While it was a horse themed hour it seemed appropriate to locate one of the farms used in National Velvet. Although most of the shooting for the movie was done in California, one of the farms out in Hamilton was used for one of the scenes, and it seemed worth the short detour off the road to see where Elizabeth Taylor had been riding.

From here it was only a short drive to Myopia Polo the oldest active polo club in America. It was originally granted its charter in 1891 and has seen matches played every Sunday afternoon (when weather permits) between May and October since 1897 to the present day. Well, to be more accurate, to the present tomorrow, as this was a Saturday activity and the last match for 2007 will take place in October 3.

Gibney Field, as well as being the oldest polo field, also holds the distinction as being the first to hold a collegiate game in the US. It was played in 1907 between Harvard and Yale. The original movie of the “Thomas Crown Affair”-the one with Steve McQueen- was also shot here. I’m liking my movie links this week, and don’t panic, there is still another one to come.

The main point of the day, before all the side distractions of the area, was to go apple picking. I have indeed now picked a peck of apples. I’m still not really sure what a bushel is but I know I have a peck (about 10lbs) of apples in my kitchen. Good job I decided I was going to try and eat more healthily for the next few weeks cause I have a lot of apples to get through. Any hints and tips on what to make will be greatly appreciated! I have to say I was surprised at home much organization went into the whole apple picking procedure. There was a store full of apple related products- in case I didn’t have enough apples I could buy apple pie, apple juice, regular apples… the list goes on… I did give in to temptation though and leave with an apple cider donut. Which I have to say was very nice, now if they just created alcoholic cider in the US I’m thinking it would be even nicer.

Not only do they have the apple store, but you get to take a hay ride out to the orchard, and if you go at the right time of year you can also pick your own pumpkins and blackberries. While it is pumpkin season I think it is a little too early to be getting ready for Halloween just yet, and I never have gotten the taste for pumpkin pie, or any pumpkin related products. I was a little upset to have missed out on the blackberries tho. There was a little added excitement to the day as a couple on the Hay ride back got engaged. (Possibly ruined their special moment slightly when the tractor driver said, “congratulations! You are the second couple of the day!” Suddenly I guess it doesn’t seem quite so unique. I’m sure they will be very happy. Maybe this is what adds to this farm being one of the top 1000 attractions in MA. At the risk of sounding a little cynical, and this was a great farm, I wasn’t aware there were even this many farm like attractions in the state.

After filling up on apple related products it was time to head to the beach for a walk. Crane Beach has clear inviting water, (well it looked beautiful and blue, it was way too cold to tempt me) miles of shoreline, and mesmerizing views. It has 5 ½ miles of trails for walking, or as mentioned earlier riding, and it is also apparently a well known sanctuary for piping plovers, a threatened bird that was nearly hunted to extinction in the 19th century for its eggs and feathers. I have no idea what a piping plover would look or sound like, so I will have to accept the word of the Reservation Trustees that they are doing a good job on this one. From this vantage point the Essex River Salt Marshes did look like they might be worth a visit too, but I think this might now have to wait until Memorial Day when all the boats start their trips again.

The final stop for the day, and one more movie location, this time from “Grown Ups” was Woodman’s clam shake. It all started in 1914 when the Woodman family opened up a clam shake on the causeway and invented the fried clam. Today, it was absolutely packed and serves not only clams, lucky for me, but also lobster, other fish, and also some chicken dishes. All the food is served in ready to go brown boxes, and eaten on long wooden trestle tables. I have to say, it was all good. Even the lobster looked good. It was a great way to finish off a busy afternoon, but everything was so much fun, and the weather was so perfect for fall activities I kind of wished it didn’t have to end.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Winging it in...Boston!


You’re gonna need a bigger boat…
Or possibly not for the Charles River; despite the fact it is 80 miles long, although only 26 miles from its source to the sea and flowing through 14 cities (towns), it does not, I am fairly certain contain man eating sharks. Having said this, a little more space would have been appreciated for the hour I spent aboard this afternoon.

However, I should start at the very beginning (as has been said before, “a very good place to start”) of my busy and long anticipated weekend. I have been planning all the activities from this weekend for a good few weeks and it just so happened that they all occurred over the same 48 hour period. It started, as any busy weekend should with a adult education class- “Cupcakes and Cocktails”. I know, I don’t cook, ever. Unless you include toast. Turns out most people don’t. So, I don’t cook. Yet, for some reason this seemed like a fun way to spend a Friday night. I am though, a big fan of amaretto, so anyone that starts an evening class telling me that they are “super fun” and will be making birthday cake shots flavored with amaretto is onto a winner. I was also very much into the cooking and baking whereby I got to watch other people do the work and still get to eat and drink the results. This didn’t last for as long as I would have liked, and I did eventually get called on to make fruit compote and a separate bourbon/ espresso topping. I think I managed to sufficiently impress everyone with my superior stirring skills, I could be a teaspoon wielding professional.

By this point the liquor was starting to kick in, most people in the class were getting to the slightly loud, giggly stage and plans where people would head out to next were beginning to develop. I seem to have bypassed this step completely and was already at the “I’m just going to take two Excedrin and put my head on this table” step in the process. Apparently I am just too old to be out later than 8:30pm on a Friday night. Again, this didn’t bode well for the next time I was called on, to ice the sangria cupcakes. I think my efforts at piping frosting should be blamed on the alcohol because quite honestly anyone that can be as cack-handed and make as much of a mess as I did needs some excuse, and that is the best I can come up with.

I can completely justify the mess my cupcakes were in when they arrived home on the subway, I’m not sure about everyone else in the class, but I’m just going to live on in the hope that I never meet them again… or that they also live on the Green Line and took the T home. Due to an earlier problem a number of trains had been canceled, meaning the subway stations was jam packed and then some. The trains were full to bursting and when they finally did arrive in the station they were operating on a one off one on policy. I did honestly think I was going to have to balance the box of cupcakes on my head… Not a good plan- this is where my mangled mess stopped being important. For some reason, known only unto himself (although I’m sure if I had thought to ask he would have told me- he did talk continually for 3 ½ hours) the guy teaching the class had some strange Jell-o fetish going on, and added it to everything! The heat, the wait and squash on the subway caused it all to melt. After a few minutes I started to feel soggy cardboard from the box, then my fingers felt sticky, then my shirt started to feel damp where the box was pressed into me, and finally liquid, multi-colored Jell-o started to trickle down my shirt. However bad the cupcakes had looked after I frosted them, they were now gelatinous mulch, and my belt has an interesting stain round the buckle. I think there is nothing left to do, but call it a successful night, write out my learning statement (always working- I have learned not to bake cupcakes including vodka Jell-o and then take the subway home as they will make an embarrassing mess) and book a place on the holiday cookie class.

Saturday was the boat ride day! The long awaited boat trip on the Charles has been in the planning since cheap tickets were announced at the start of August, it really has just taken that long to find a weekend into which it will slot and a time that is appropriate for playing about on the river. I have to say it was a very pleasant trip. It was a 60 minute cruise around the Charles River Basin, and the multi-taking bar man took over the microphone (thank you Kevin) pointed out the most historic sights of Boston and Cambridge. Having done a few trips to various places now, and sat through a tour or two (I am now looking forward to a Duck Tour (land and sea on the same vessel)) It was fairly easy to spot Beacon Hill, Esplanade Park, the Back Bay, Boston University, M.I.T. and Harvard. This week you don’t even have to prepare yourself for the history lesson, I figure I have told you all about these place over the last few months and if you wanted to know, you probably read it then J. Also, I was still nursing the headache that had required the Excedrin at 6:30pm on Friday night and was less than on the ball, so I probably missed most of the exciting facts.

Saturday was a great day weatherwise. The sky was a gorgeous blue, with a few white, fluffy cumulus clouds bobbing around like cotton wool balls, the sun was shining, it was a delightful 77F, and out on the river a light wind was blowing. Just right for taking photos, listening to someone talking about the history of Boston and Cambridge, watching the sail dinghies and row boats that BU and MIT had out on the water. One of those days when you have to love living here and being a part of the city. There is a big regatta coming up during October for all the schools and colleges in the area, and Boston is nothing if not academic, with Harvard, BU and MIT all within about a mile of each other- not to mention the other smaller schools bringing the number of colleges in the Greater Boston area to somewhere about the 150 mark. It does also mean that just over 1/3 of all the residents in Boston are college students. Nonetheless, this is one more event that will go into the diary and I shall endeavor to watch some of it.

Unfortunately I didn’t really make the most of the last few hours of the day light and the perfectness of being outside. Having been running during the morning, I had experienced a totally gorgeous start to the day, but think I may have gotten a bit too dehydrated, and never did really shake the headache from Friday night. Determined to continue fitting in all my weekend experiences and to enjoy the Sunday trip to “Literary Lights” at Boston Public Library on Sunday I headed home for bed and spent the evening sleeping- I am so rock and roll.

Literary Lights is an event held at the Boston Public Library and to raise awareness of Children’s literature, promote literacy, honor children’s authors, and raise money for the Library’s children’s services and collections. Four students selected from Boston area schools introduce and present the awards to each of the honored authors. The honorees then discuss their writing careers and share their love of books with the audience before moving on to the book signing segment of the day. This year the authors were Jerry Spinelli, Karen Hess, Grace Lim, and Neil Gaiman (who appeared to have sparkly, blue hair). All the authors are ones that we study in school and make it onto the class reading list at some level, and it was great to see some of the children there.

I’m not really sure what the actual award looked like but it came in a very nice Tiffany box, which is actually playing a part in making me consider my career choice. I’m definitely liking the idea of free Tiffany sparkle! If only my English teachers had told me I could be getting free trips abroad, and free jewelry I would have paid a lot more attention in class. Now, I’m off to write a children’s book!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Winging it in...Boston!



I meant to come sooner. I'm sorry I did not. I've been kept occupied.
So I hear: amusing the king.

I know Halloween is still a good few weeks away, but having gotten so excited about costumes and dressing up this weekend provided an opportunity to try and get it out of my system. Saturday, as hoped, was a bright and sunny day, and when the sun was out (which was most of the day) a very pleasant temperature, which meant it was perfect weather for King Richard’s Faire! Having been to renaissance festivals in the past I was more than a little excited at the prospect of going again- and to a the New England one.

Not only can you get dressed up in any number or varieties of costume- they really don’t have to be linked to any kind of renaissance in any way, Robin Hood, Victorian finery, stilt walking leprechauns, large headed unicorns, devils, and cyborgs to name but a few - you can buy garlands of flowers to adorn your hair (yes, I did. I buy them every year), watch the jousting, swoon over medieval knights- although I have a suspicion one of them was called Eric, watch numerous beggars compete in mud drinking competitions and enjoy wenching songs. Really, there is something for everyone.

The whole festival is set up around a village showground- it has real buildings and pathways, but it is only in use for eight weekends a year. It includes artisan stalls and shops and lots of food on sticks- well at least they say it is… I was most disappointed to see it served on plates and with plastic eating implements. Amoung the non stick related food you can and will be parted form your money by fantastic glass blowing, portrait painting, hand-spun pottery, sword making, sparkly jewelry- with a lot of celtic themes-, leather and armor, period clothing, moccasins, perfumes and scented oils, face painting, and psychic readings. Don’t be fooled by the Psychic- they are less psychic than you might think. Although with a name like Joyce Smith I should have seen that one coming- but then I don’t claim to be psychic!

I did however; get so excited at the prospect of costumes and fancy dress that I procured a pirate outfit at the Halloween costume store on the way home. It was intended for fancy dress day at school just before Halloween, but on closer inspection is a little shorter than the image on the front of the package suggests- I am now wondering if I can just wear stripy leggings underneath it for work- after all it is Halloween, people should be prepared to be scared, so I think I’ll give it a go.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Winging it in...Boston!


Cursed pirates sail these waters. You want to call them down on us?

Well, I have no idea if there were actually pirates here in Marblehead, but if I were a pirate (and I am actually considering it as a career move) I think the natural harbor and sheer amount of small boats moored here would act as the perfect cover for a little rum smuggling. Mental note to self- check if pirates still smuggle rum before embarking on new career. So, today saw an overcast and breezy (read chilly) day out to the North of Boston. Marblehead is famous for its contributions to the American Revolution and Civil War. It was Sailors from Marblehead who rowed Washington’s assault force across the Delaware River for his lucky attack on Trenton during the Revolution. I am still convinced that the only reason for Washington’s success in that battle was luck more than judgment, but that is nothing to do with the skill of the boatmen, who I am sure, where only following orders.

I have to say Marblehead is a small and quaint little town with very little in the way of tourism, although the fact is that it is now out of season, and if not for the dramatic rocky ledges overlooking the natural harbor it would have little other than being an affluent commuter town. As it stands though, the views do make it worth a visit and are quite amazing. The guide books do warn about limited parking and this was actually an issue, despite being grey and cloudy. One can still see the some of the remnants of the fortifications built by the British in 1644, and it was here that the USS Constitution was protected and defended in the War of 1812. Despite being seen mainly from a moving car, the houses, most with plaques honoring past sea captains and their endeavors lined the narrow, winding streets and made for an interesting, if short visit.

Marblehead is not surprising, very like Salem, the next stop along the northern shore. While Salem maybe better known for the witch trials and the Arthur Miller play, “The Crucible” it did in fact spend many years as a flourishing seaport, something which can be seen from the abandoned wharfs and the lines of sea captains homes, as echoed in Marblehead. At this time of the year, more than at any other, it is the Puritanical self-righteousness that is attracting the tourist attention as the town gears itself up for the spooky Halloween festivities… (I’m off to get my costume sorted out early this year!)

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Winging it in...Boston!


Summer's almost over. It's sad, isn't it? Makes you want to - I don't know - reach out and hold it back.
Labor Day is upon us, and while it is a great long weekend, it also officially the end of the summer. I finished it off in style though with a trip out to The Cape (or The Cod, for those in the know!) The plans for this weekend have been a bit up in the air for the last few days with the promise (or threat) of Hurricane Earl blowing in off the Atlantic. I had been wondering where I was living, temperatures of 102F and hurricanes in September… for a few freaky days I have been thinking I was back in Houston, TX! I think I scared myself even more by referring to it as “…back home…” today! By the time the storm actually hit it had been downgraded to a tropical storm and in true form was a bit of wind and rain for an hour or so overnight. For all their snow and ice, and being able to deal with severe winter storms I have to say there was a lot of New England fuss over nothing this time. This does mean I did get a day out in Plymouth (of rock fame) and Falmouth.

The drive out took longer than I thought. When I started planning the trip (pre-storms) I was thinking everyone would be heading out to The Cape on Friday night after work- thus, I planned to leave on Saturday after brunch, thinking I would miss the traffic. Unfortunately, over the last few days everyone had left, boarded up houses, pulled boats out the harbor and placed sandbags in all the necessary places (what were these people doing- everyone knows all you need in colander, a cork screw and few good bottles of white… J)nonetheless, preparations had been made and houses vacated. So, by 11am this morning when I was thinking of leaving, so was everyone else. The storm had gone and they wanted to get home and enjoy the rest of the holiday weekend. Traffic, tailbacks and queues…

Falmouth is a relative small town of about 30,000 people, and I have say I could quite happily make it 30,001 and move there, but it really would take me far too long to get to work of a morning. It is a very cute and quaint town, surrounded by water on two sides and incredibly picturesque and charming. Even today with slightly rougher seas and the occasional guest of wind the inlets, bays and beaches looked inviting (not enough to get me in a swimsuit and sitting on the sand, but enough for a wistful glance). The Main Street has the usual assortment of gift shoppes, Old World Pubs and the churches overlooking the park, but today the perfect weather, the blue skies and the cute charm made it a place you wanted to linger over an ice cream and people watch for a whole afternoon- alas it was not to be. The drive back to Boston, despite the extra time I had allowed, was as I had expected and over much faster. While people were in a hurry to get out there this morning the prospect of not needing to be back at work until Tuesday was keeping people out there all weekend. I will say that I am glad I’m not heading back to town then!
Sunday was a very definitive autumnal morning. I was out running, the air was clear and crisp, and refreshingly pleasant, and a very few of the leaves in the park were starting to turn a shade of yellow, and orange. Only hints and small touches at the minute, horse chestnut trees with conkers starting to drop to the ground, dewy sparkle in the grass, the later sunrises, “jet planes meeting in the air to be refueled..” well no, not that, but it really did feel as though there should be- do planes even do that anymore?
By the afternoon the sun was heating through and it turned out to be a great day. So much so that I headed out to do some shopping, where I was accosted by a very strange lady who insisted on asking me questions all about I store I hadn’t been to, and then making completely random comments about Boston! Apparently, and I wish someone had told me this before, people who live in Boston never shop there, and no-one lives close to Fenway Park. I’m fairly sure I have never been called a liar by a stranger in the street before. All part of exciting experiences! I did procure some very nice cookies tho, before making a quick escape.
And now, off to see a movie before it gets dark!

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Winging it in...Boston!


The future's not set. There's no fate but what we make for ourselves


Which is a great notion and one I would always say I truly believe in, but that didn’t stop me donating my hard earned dollars and offering up a quick prayer to Saint Anthony (patron saint of lost things and miracles) of Padua today; I figure that I have no particular lost items to find, so I am hoping that I can keep that miracle in the bag for when needed. I’m not really sure how big of a miracle $5.00 gets you tho, so here’s hoping I don’t need a big one.

I am now totally back in Boston and back to work, or at least I have been for the last two weeks, and I thought that meant I really ought to get back out and about and start blogging about it all again. I have to say I have really thrown myself into things this weekend. It has been great to catch up with friends over brunches and lunches and as ever I am sure I have eaten way too much food, and while I will complain about this to, well pretty much anyone who will listen, I have no intention of stopping as it is all so nice! I am busy trying to convince myself that I need the extra calories as after a summer of slacking off I have gotten my running shoes out of the closet and started a new training plan. At the end of June I was generally fairly impressed with myself, the running seemed to going well and I was feeling good about myself, so good in fact that I decided I deserved a seven week summer break. Turns out you lose that fitness level A LOT faster than you build it up! I know, this isn’t new information, but the last two weeks have been tough! I went from a 10K- and feeling good- to a struggle of two miles! Two weeks in and I am back to eight miles in 1 hour 10 minutes, so timing is still an issue, I still have ten weeks of the training plan to go tho… (I wonder if maybe that is a $5.00 miracle).

So, this weekend is the Feast of Saint Anthony of Padua, and a huge deal is made of this in the North End, basically it involves a good deal of food on sticks, and if food can be put on a stick I am all for it! (Today I have seen the usual fair of “stick food” candied apples, cheesecake, corn dogs, marshmallows, strawberries etc, along with bananas, an entire fruit salad, fried dough, and my personal favorite- New York Strip steak! I love whoever thought of adding a stick to that dish and I am deeply disappointed not to have ever seen it in Texas.) While I am on the topic of food tho, the smells from the restaurants and the street vendors were deliciously out of this world. I am actually genuinely sorry I don’t have a blog smell app. It all looked so amazing. I did risk buying some fudge, and I do occasionally have fudge related …. Issues, so this was a brave step. The lady who sold it to me did so with the promise that it had won prizes in the last three years for being the best in Massachusetts; I can totally see why! OMG it was good. Yes, I do still have some in the fridge and I am not clutching my arm- yet!

Anyway, Saint Anthony, the North End, and time for the history portion of today’s blog… I have mentioned it before as being part of the Freedom Trail and having Paul Revere’s House, The Old North Church and Copp’s Hill Burying Ground in the district. This area of Boston did actually start out as an island, and although land fill has now closed the gap and roads and bridges criss cross the city linking it to the rest of Boston I still find getting there a little challenging. This is mainly because I am more than a little special when it comes to navigational needs. Thus, while I took the subway, and all I needed to do was walk six blocks I found myself heading back into downtown Boston as I can’t tell east running streets from those running south. I should get a compass on my wrist rather than a watch! This area of Boston did originally start out as the area of choice for the wealthy and well connected British governors, families and supporters, this lasted until the British Loyalists left Boston and headed north for Nova Scotia during the revolution. Following the war it was left to degrade on its own, and it wasn’t a particularly popular place to be until the 1840s when Irish immigrants fled to the US during the potato famine years. Famous connections from this time (again-see, I listen on tours, and delight in reading building plaques- I really need to get a life) are John F. Fitzgerald (JFK’s Grandfather) born on Ferry Street, and JFK’s mother, Rose, born on Garden Street. Over the next fifty years this area was home to Eastern Europeans as they gradually displaced the Irish and then the Italians as slowly moved in.

In recent years this has been proclaimed one of the safest areas of the city, and crime figures (well, unorganized crime figures) would seem to bear this out, and would possibly provide some support for the idea that the area is “helped” by certain Mafia like connections. I have no idea how true this is, but I do know that I love walking along the streets and hearing people gossiping in Italian, seeing and smelling the authentic food, and eating Mike’s Cannoli. In short this weekend is a feast weekend. It was started in 1919, by Italian immigrants from the small town of Montefalcione in Avellino, to honor their local saints, Anthony and Lucy, and has now become the largest Italian Religious Festival in New England. Street parades and super food are never a bad way to start a weekend!

As it turns out $5.00 was not enough to stop me getting lost today! I spent a little time driving around Concord before I managed to find The Old Manse. As mentioned, my sense of direction is less than good- so I do tend to build in time for this. All was not a total loss; I did discover that Concord is mega pretty, and very quaint, in a Colonial Williamsburg kind of a way. I did also find The Old Manse and the old North Bridge. This was where the first shots of the Revolution were fired (or at least part of the battle site that they were fired on- I think it actually started on the opposite side of the field), and then, less than a century later the residence of Emerson, Hawthorne and continued visiting place of Thoreau. I might be slightly more impressed if I knew more about their literature and they weren’t just vague names that I have a general awareness of. I shall definitely be taking a bit more time to read their work more carefully. The Old Manse was built in 1770 for the patriot minister William Emerson and his loyalist wife Phoebe. William Emerson was killed in battle and his wife married again; the new Minister, Ezra Ripley. Ezra Ripley really did replace William Emerson completely. He took his job, lived in and owned his house, married his wife and raised his children!

It was here- and actually in the same room, that Emerson drafted and wrote his essay “Nature” and Hawthorne later wrote Mosses from an Old Manse- this being the manse in the stories. Hawthorne and his wife started their married life in this manse, in fact the first three years were spent here, and they have etched various messages and ideas into the glass. I’m not sure I would get away with doing that in a rented house today, especially as they didn’t pay any rent for their entire stay and they were later evicted owing £300! I suppose a pay back of some sort is that the vegetable garden, which is still in evidence today, was originally planted by Henry David Thoreau in honor to the Hawthornes’ wedding. With some many original features still in the house, and so many interesting characters that lived here- poets, writers, painters, philosophers, politicians- and somehow left a mark it is very reflective of developing American culture.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Winging it in...Boston!


Nice whale.
Thanks.

After last weekend, in which everybody who lived in Boston left, and the city was crowded and heaving with tourists this weekend seemed marginally more back to normal. The streets had cars parked on them, the subway was busy but still accessible, and people were back out reading and picnicking in the parks. Having had a busy week I was actually looking forward to spending a bit more time in the Boston area. I hesitate to say Boston as I found myself out in Charlestown and somewhere off the Massachusetts coast.

Having mentioned Charlestown in detail last week, it being most famous for its Navy Yard with the USS Constitution and the monument to Bunker Hill, I will keep it short this week. This week I passed along the harbor front, which had great views if not particularly pretty in or of itself. You can follow this road through to the oldest part of the city, Harvard Square- named after John Harvard of the university fame, but not to be confused with the one in Cambridge- which does have some well preserved houses, unfortunately not ones you can look around. Having seen lots of these types of houses in Boston, it would be nice to have some slight variation here.

For a town that had a major battle fought there in 1775 historical resonance seems remarkable slim. The three highlights being the House of Deacon John Larkin who lent his horse to Paul Revere for the ride to Lexington, alas it was never returned. Warren Tavern, which was built after the burning of Charlestown and still functions as a pub today. It was named after Joseph Warren (who was killed at the battle of Bunker Hill), doctor to John Adams, who would later become the second president of the USA. Still a two hundred year old pub isn’t really a big deal in this part of the US, in a city that was founded, albeit by Puritans, in 1630 a drinking establishment from the 1800s is still relatively new. The third attraction is Phipps Street Bury Ground, which does date from 1630 and does claim to have many Revolutionary soldiers buried there. However, there seems to be little known about any of them, and the feeling of linking to a historical past that I think can be felt in the Granary Burying Ground or the Kings Chapel Bury Ground just wasn’t there.

So, onto my more adventurous and unusual trip- whale watching. This excursion was run by the New England Aquarium and I was a little apprehensive to say the least. They claim that by heading out of the bay to Stellwagen Bank Marine Sanctuary, a rich feeding ground for whales, and other marine life, you are likely to see several kinds of large whales, including humpback whales, finback whales, minke whales, as well as pilot whales and the critically endangered right whales. I know very little about whales and sea animals, actually I know very little about most animals, I stocked up on Dramamine and enthusiastically joined in with a talk given by a marine biologist on the way out to the bank. I did discover that Stellwagen Bank was once dry land where mastodon and mammoth roamed- this did appeal as I like the idea of mammoth, although I do wish people would stop using them to advertise modern day attractions- particularly aquariums as I don’t think I am actually going to see one, and I do continue to feel a little disappointed about this fact.

Anyway, the Stellwagen Bank is located in the western Gulf of Maine, the large bay north of Georges Bank and between New England and Nova Scotia, the bank is about 26 miles long, about 13 miles wide at its south end, and narrows to about 3 miles wide at its northern end. Water depths to the top of the bank range from 65 to 100 feet. See I was listening while things were being explained to me! The whales themselves were amazing when they appeared. Mainly it was a mother and a calf, although there were a couple of others along the way. Needless to say, I was so busy actually watching them that I totally neglected the photo taking opportunities that presented themselves, so when I remembered I got some great shots of…. Nothing! I was always too slow, or not pointing the camera in quite the right direction or too busy looking at water spouts to actually notice the whale.

I do however, have some great memories, including the one I really wanted to capture on camera, the when were the whale dives and its tail comes up in the air, and then splashes down. The typical whale watching moment, the one always associated with the trip. Many times the whales can be identified by markings on their tails. Often they are females, who can be counted on to bring their new calves up to Stellwagen Bank. It is in the Sanctuary that the mother whales feast on nutritious sand lance and teach their offspring to hunt. The one we saw most of was Dusky, and her new calf, who will be named in a few years when its tail pattern has developed- or at least when it shows its tail, until it is a few years old it is able to dive without the extra force required from its tail to push it down. Maybe in a few years time I will be feeling as though I can head out again, and leave the Dramamine at home.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Winging it in...Boston!


It's a fine line between standing behind a principle and hiding behind one. You can tolerate a little compromise, if you're actually managing to get something accomplished.

This weekend has been a little on the busy side and a little hectic, possible something to do with it being Independence Weekend, or possible the fact that I am trying to cram as much as possible into the time I have when the sun is shining, the sky is blue and the weather is gloriously inviting for days out. Nonetheless, I think I will have to split this weekend into Saturday, history lesson and Sunday for entries. I will try and be precise and concise, although as you may have noticed, I do have a tendency to waffle…

Saturday
The weather was, as I mentioned, beautiful. It was blue skies and just right for being outside, so I headed out for the afternoon to the USS Constitution and to the Bunker Hill memorial. I maybe should have given this excursion more thought- being as it is July 4th weekend, and the USS Constitution is housed at the navy yard I should have perhaps realized that there would be A LOT of sailors, and families and general crowds around the place.

The USS Constitution was one of six ships launched in 1794- not used in the War of Independence, the Patriots did not have a navy of their own, although the French did lend them one for a while. Initially intended for fighting Barbary Pirates she was soon pressed in service in the war of 1812- where the nickname “Old Ironsides” comes from. During this war the Constitution became engaged in battle with the British ship HMS Guerriere, when fired upon the cannon balls simple bounced off the side, leaving the sailors to speculate on whether the ship was clad in iron, hence Ironsides. In actual fact the hull was made of live oak from what is now part of the South Eastern USA, and is apparently particularly sturdy. As the battle progressed ships drew parallel and the Constitution continued to fire successive broadsides shots razed Guerriere's masts and damaging most of her rigging. Guerriere continued to fire back but the storms and seas prevented any closer action. As the ships separated Guerriere fired point blank into the cabin of Constitution and set it on fire, but the flames were quickly extinguished. By this point Guerriere's foremast and mainmast went by the board and she was left a helpless hulk. As the sailors of the Constitution boarded, according to later accounts, they were horrified by the amount of death and destruction they found. “More than anyone man should ever see”- Jesse Williams.

The constitution was involved in plenty more battles over time, the one that seemed to occur most frequently in accounts (and I will admit here that I have done little to no research on this and therefore I am totally reliant on the information handed to me by the US Navy and the crew still serving on the Constitution and therefore take no responsibility for its bias) was that with Java. The Constitution, again set out from Boston in December 1812 and ended up in a battle with the British 38-gun frigate, Java. The ships engaged off the coast of Brazil. Despite loss of her wheel early in the fighting, Constitution fought well. Her superior gunnery shattered the enemy's rigging, eventually dismasting Java, and mortally wounding her captain. Java was so badly damaged that the ship, had to be burned. This near defeat is a story often retold.

Following this the Constitution returned to Boston for extensive repairs and remained in dock for six years. Various smaller missions were undertaken but perhaps the next most famous/ noteworthy was the voyage of exploration led by Captain Percival, in which over a period of 30 months he circumnavigated the globe, collecting and documenting new finds and developing new and exciting trade opportunities for the USA.

The Constitution has undergone a huge amount of restoration work over the last 200 years and today only about 5% of the original ship is left. Two of the guns are still original and functional. The Constitution still has a crew on active duty, they have tow uniforms- a modern one and an “original one” and they still demonstrate drills and gun salutes as would have been seen in the 1800s. Although since 1988 women have also been allowed to serve aboard and thus the authenticity is a little tainted when the crew giving the demonstration is made up of 50% women. The most recent large project was completed in about 1998, but it had taken school children from all over the US to raise money for the previous project. In the 1930s it was deemed uneconomical to continue to keep repairing this ship and to use it for transportation purposes. Children collected pennies in order to convince the navy it was worth restoring. In 1931, to a 21 gun salute, the Constitution was re-launched and set sail on a trip around the US, docking in over 90 ports along the Pacific, Atlantic and Gulf coasts, giving all the children who had raised so much money a chance to visit her in person.

As a short aside- in the interests of accuracy but to prevent looking bitter- of the six original ships, four were either scuppered or sunk by their own crew while in battle with the British.

As for Bunker Hill, it was getting late, I was getting tired and there is only so much biased, one sided history a girl can take in a day, so the visit was short. The first thing I should say is that this is a monument to Bunker Hill only, and the gray obelisk is fairly visible from most of Charlestown. The reason this is only a monument is that it is not actually on Bunker Hill. But then again, that is fitting and only right as the Battle of Bunker Hill was not actually fought on Bunker Hill at all, but rather on the next hill, Breed’s Hill. Following Lexington and Concord in April 1775 the British forces had taken control of Boston while the Patriots stayed in the surrounding areas. The Patriots had originally (or so it would seem) intended to occupy Bunker Hill, the most prominent hill in the area at the time, however, due to confusion over maps, the proximity of the two hills, it being dark, or possibly as has been claimed since a tactical decision based on the position of the hill in relation to the harbor (the Patriots had no ships, or navy) a stand was taken on Breed’s Hill instead. As the battle commenced the American’s desperately trying not to waste precious gun powder (“Do not fire until you see the whites of their eyes) made a brave stand. The British continued to use cannon fire from Copp’s Hill and turn Charlestown in to a burning inferno, and with British reinforcements arriving it was an eventual British win, nearly half of the Redcoats lost their lives and the Patriots cite it as a point in which they thought that independence could be gained.

Brief History Lesson
I really will try and keep it brief…George III is widely synonymous for losing the American colonies and going mad. I have no idea about the going mad part and it is totally irrelevant for the purposes of this week anyway. George II opposed their bid for independence right from the start, referring to the US Patriots in the 1774 opening of Parliament as rebels who must be halted. He did continue to say that they would not stop until they had independence. Given that at this point in time, no sure demand had been publically voiced, possibly privately held, he may not have helped his cause entirely, and maybe even added fuel to the fire.
George III did not develop the policies (such as the Stamp Act of 1765 and the Townshend duties of 1767 on tea, paper and other products) which led to war in 1775-76 and which had the support of Parliament. These policies were largely due to the financial burdens of garrisoning and administering the vast expansion of territory brought under the British Crown in America, the costs of a series of wars with France and Spain in North America, and the loans given to the East India Company. The American citizens were paying no tax, yet were reaping the benefits of trade and protection, and for this reason the war to keep them as part of Britain was unpopular with both the public and a lot of politicians alike- throwing good money after bad…
The war did indeed swing both ways, I don’t rate George Washington as a General, and he himself said the command was beyond his capabilities. He was lucky in having a few good breaks, supporters who seemed able to better judge a situation than him, ultimately a French fleet to provide much needed help, and a British Government who no longer thought the price was one worth paying.
Ultimately it was a French siege at Yorktown that led to a British defeat in 1783. The timing of this defeat played an important part. In Britain the war had always been unpopular, a lot of money was being spent on what people saw as giving little return and not being supportive of their home nation, taxes were being raised to pay for the continued fighting, and the Americans, who had never paid taxes like those seen in Britain were seen as rich and wealthy in comparison. A general election that led to a change in power also led to a change in policy. Whilst George III wanted to continue fighting parliament refused to increase spending on the war, they refused reinforcements, and they recalled the troops, America was no longer worth the time, money and investment… a new opportunity in the shape of Australia had recently presented itself and many new opportunities were glinting in their eyes.

Again, possibly a little biased, but only as it is my interpretation of events in a condensed form.

Sunday
Another early start today and a trip on a very busy subway down to the Old State House for the start of the 4th July celebrations; the Declaration of Independence was being read from the balcony as it has been every year for the past 234 years. Although it was signed on July 4, it didn’t actually make it to Boston until July 18. This followed by God Bless America sung by Dana Whiteside- who apparently is a fairly well know name, as a baritone. It was an impressive event, especially with the gunfire which reverberated off the walls and echoed around the town.

As mentioned- the weather has been glorious this weekend and brunch overlooking the peer was a great way to while away a few hours, as was the fantastic company.

I wasn’t really sure where the day was going from here, a bimble and a wander around downtown, out to a BBQ near my apartment, or just to sit and watch the world go by. As it turned out I walked past a stop for a trolley tour and thought that it would be an informative way to spend a few hours. I have to say, it was quite exciting (I know, I am a little sad) to be going around the city with people who were so happy to be seeing all these historical and important landmarks and monuments. It kind of made my spine tingle with a new level of appreciation to think that while I wasn’t seeing anything new, nor did I discover any other information, I walk and drive past these things everyday while going about regular tasks. Boston in the summer is a fantastical place to be- I’m not too keen on the snow and the cold in the winter, but the buzz today is like one I haven’t felt in any other US city- even on 4th July. It was a special feel.
From mid afternoon parties and fireworks was the way forward. The fireworks in Boston were part of the biggest water based display in the US. The barges were out on the Charles River and the banks were absolutely packed with people. The fireworks themselves, as expected, were a amazing array of red, white and blue, exploding to various patriotic anthems. As I have said every year, the fireworks here are something else, and have to be seen to be believed. Despite the huge number of people out on the river getting home was easy, the crowds were all moving at a reasonable pace and initially the roads were closed. This only became a minor issue when the police decided to reopen the roads to traffic without first moving or warning the pedestrians. The sound of horns blaring and bright light surrounding you as cars suddenly screamed up the on ramp to the free way was a little unnerving…

Next year I’m thinking I need to buy a yacht and watch them on the river- now where did I leave that lottery ticket?