Taking Amtrak 300 Years Back in Time
With the NARP* board meetings over, and a day-and-a-half to kill before a Red Sox-Orioles game in Baltimore, I hopped Amtrak regional train #67 in Alexandria and headed south to Williamsburg, Virginia. The train was just a few minutes late arriving in Alexandria, but no matter. It was a lovely morning, the air still crisp, when I boarded just before 8:00 and settled into a comfortable, leather seat in Business Class, the last unoccupied pair of seats with a full window view.
Ten minutes after leaving, the 60ish lady sitting behind me began humming — no recognizable tunes, just up a few notes, then down a few, then back up again. She’d stop for a while, then start up again, and after three or four of her “sets,” I decided it was time for a pastry and some hot coffee in the cafe car. Twenty minutes later, as I returned to my seat, she looked up at me, smiled sweetly, and said, “I so enjoy riding the train. Isn’t the countryside lovely?” She got off in Richmond an hour later.
We had had two long delays before Richmond because of CSX crews doing track work and by the time we arrived in Williamsburg, train 67 was 55 minutes behind schedule. But no matter, for the part of town that draws visitors from all over the world is a step back in time — back to the mid-1700s — when an hour’s delay was of no consequence. Colonial Williamsburg includes hundreds of buildings carefully and lovingly restored, lots of people in period costumes wandering around and working in authentic shops: shoemakers, carpenters, and other artisans demonstrating their 18th century skills. (During my first visit many years ago, I watched a cooper making a barrel by hand. Fascinating!)
On this trip, however, I had just a half-day plus an evening, and I spent the daylight hours strolling around the town, poking my head into a shop here and there, admiring the lovely gardens, and stopping frequently to sit under a shade tree on one of the many wooden benches. It was an absolutely lovely and thoroughly enjoyable afternoon.
Wow, that blog brought back fond memories! I was born in ’61 in Portsmouth, VA. My dad stationed there while in the Navy. I remember as young as 2 or 3 years of age, taking trips with my mom and siblings to Jamestown and Williamsburg. We also lived in Richmond and VA Beach.
I remember walking down cobblestone streets, and the shops, and the very dark black men in bright white baker’s aprons and hats baking fresh bread and the wonderful aroma! And I remember the canons in the grass areas, and I could feel the history there, and it touched me deeply even at that tender young age!
In ’68 we moved to CA, and I’ve resided here since. I’ve always thought about returning someday, and taking my children. But much to my disappointment I heard from people several years ago that have visited there, that is was dirty and run-down.
I am so glad to have found your blog, I am enjoying all your posts. But this one in particular warmed my heart, and I wanted to say “Thank You.” You made my day!
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