Colonialism
Apr 5th, 2007 by jennie
I had a post of recent knitting all written and tidy, but my camera battery refuses to charge before the light disappears, so I’ll save it for tomorrow. BUT — I thought I’d share some photos from my recent trip to Colonial Williamsburg and up the Eastern Shore. Before I do, just a note — there are still 14 slots left in the Sound Swap. Feel free to sign on up.
Warning: this is picture heavy!
On the way south, Jennifer and I pulled off the highway to get out of traffic. Somewhere outside of DC, we found Dixie Bones BBQ. It was nice to find people who understood the difference between North Carolina and Memphis style Barbeque, although all-in-all, it was pretty underwhelming.
In Colonial Williamsburg, I stopped and had a conversation with fellow Charlottesvillian, Thomas J.
The colonial Falling Water
On our way up the eastern shore, we stopped to antique in Exmore. While there, we saw this kick-ass diner. It’s REAL (as opposed to recreated) and seems pretty much unchanged since the 50s. Pretty awesome (and ‘old fashion’).
We stopped on Chincoteague and Assateague, where I’ve wanted to go since I was a kid. It was spectacularly beautiful, but unfortunately, I saw no ponies. However, I learned that the Pony Roundup will be on my birthday this year. So maybe I WILL get a pony, afterall 
Lastly, a collection of oddities and wonderfully weird signs (all from Chincoteague/Assateague):
Giant Viking
Junk of all kinds
Do Not Feed the Ponies
Can you read this? It says “I hate ponies.” I probably would too if I grew up on Chincoteague.
Um…. isn’t this assumed? A Bathroom in Chincoteague.
Woah. My Ex’s extended family have a house RIGHT around the corner from that viking; seeing it reminded me of the couple of summers we went down there.
Oddly, I’ve had a few things that forcefully brought my mind back to Philly/my old life today. I saw a creamer in the shape of a cow, which is the kind of creamer that Beau Monde has, and it was attached (via some industrial glue!) to the hood of a demolition garbage truck that slowly came past the bus I was on. And then another truck of some kind passed me slowly and its company name was the same as my ex’s last name. This makes three intense references. Hmmm . . . .
Did you read all those books about the ponies when you were a kid?? I’m going to post about the Sound Swap tomorrow.
That “Touch-Free Facility” kind of freaks me out. Was it proactive or reactive, I wonder…
how can you hate ponies?! i love the pony illustration on the sign though…it’s one of the most artistic road signs i’ve seen!
Oh, I love fashion food — old or new, I don’t care.
I grew up on the Eastern Shore of Maryland! It’s a beautiful place, but I can’t say that I miss it a lot.
My uncle just (well, last August) got married on the beach Chincoteague. And, funny story about why my family’s from the Eastern Shore:
When my grandfather (a 1st gen Italian-American from Brooklyn) was in the Navy, he got a list of the places available for deployment. He wanted to go somewhere exotic and really see the world, so he signed up for “Chinco,” thinking it was a sunny island in the south Pacific. It was Chincoteague (cue the comedy trombones *wah wah waaaaaaah*) and he met my grandmother, a nurse, while he was stationed there.
I can’t help but feel bad for him. He must have been terribly disappointed.
What a great roadtrip! That junk shop looks like my kinda place. Who doesn’t love a pony? I guess now I know. ha ha