Before I begin this blog post, I must first acknowledge a friend of mine named Weston. I've known Weston since I was a little, little kid, and we've been friends ever since. Weston is fun, kind, and an all around good guy. Weston's birthday is today, so the least I can say to him is....HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you have a great day, buddy!
After the time at Rhode Island, we embarked in the jeep to go see Lexington and Concord, where the American Revolution began. At first we went to an American Heritage Museum and had a great time there. We also purchased tickets for the Liberty Ride, a circling of Lexington and Concord in a trolley, showing all the battle scenes and such.
Standing outside of The American Heritage Museum, we waited for the trolley to arrive. There we met some nice people from Colorado.
Finally the trolley pulled up and creaked to a stop. A our guide was waiting with us and went into the trolley. We boarded, and found open seats on the right side of the trolley.
We were seated so close to the tour guide I could see the wrinkles vividly on her face. She had a black and white bonnet on and a revolutionary overskirt. Her name was Nancy.
Nancy told us the importance of The Lexington/Concord battle, and that it was the first battle of the American Revolution.
We started to ride through Lexington, and that's where I started feeling the wind on my face.
In a quiet neighborhood the bus stopped on a street facing a bright yellow house with a black trim. Nancy explained that this was the home of Rev. Clark. Clark, Sam Adams and John Hancock were there on the night that Paul Revere came coming down on his horse to tell them the British were coming. I was baffled to see the location for that famous part of American Histo...of World History.
Later, we saw the Battle Green, the location where the first shot was fired in the American Revolution. The Americans and British were at a standoff, and as the Americans were turning away, a shot was fired. No one will ever know who made that shot that was "heard round the world." It was amazing to think that once that shot was fired, History would never be the same.
Surrounding this green circular area was a few old houses, and a tavern. Nancy told us that in the 18th century this area was the OUTSKIRTS of Lexington, and that no houses were here.
The following hour was spent seeing the road Revere took, where he, Dawes, and Prescott separated, where many of the battles took place, and homes of important people.
We were at this breathtaking part of history, the part where democracy was born.
We saw many other houses of people that the news was carried too, and we also saw the places where the weapons in Concord were stored.
I had a great time in that trolley, and I'm sad that you don't get to experience the wonder and joy that I had. I recommend Lexington/ Concord for a school trip. I learned so much there.
After the trolley ride, we saw a multi- media presentation at Minute Men Museum. It was cool.
The day ended with a CNN report I watched.
Take care, faithful bloggers. And again Happy Birthday Weston.
Beeping alarms,
Andrew.
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