Since we were buying plane tickets to Boston, we decided to make our trip a bit longer and visit my grandma and aunt who live Worcester, Mass. We also went to a Red Sox game (to Jeff, an Indians game) at the famous Fenway Park.
We arrived in Boston on Thursday, checked into our hotel in Cambridge and decided to walk approximately 100 miles around Boston until we were too tired to move and collapsed on a train. The city is very walkable. There are several colleges downtown and one cute neighborhood leads into another cute neighborhood. We visited Paul Revere's house and saw lots of historic buildings which we affectionately labeled "old stuff." We had dinner at an Irish pub where Jeff ordered Irish Stew, I had shepherd's pie and Anne and Luke got chicken sandwiches.
Unfortunately, Jeff's Indians lost to the Red Sox, but we all enjoyed the Fenway experience. It's a small ballpark with a lot of character. We sat in wooden bleacher seats and stared at the green monster. Jeff stayed loyal to his Indians, but the rest of us were too cold to be concerned about loyalty. We bought Red Sox hats, gloves and sweatshirts. The South has turned us into weather whimps. Boston dwellers were wearing shorts. We were happy that ballpark vendors were selling New England clam chowder, but, of course, we opted for the all-American hotdog.
On Friday we went to grandma's house where we ate and ate and then ate some more. We had lunch at our Aunt Janet's house where we caught up on the family gossip and were introduced to a pet tortoise, Harry. For dinner grandma made turkey, potatoes, gravy, stuffing, peas, carrots and green beans with almonds. Dessert was apple pie and peach flan. Best of all were her delicious little cakes. Yum! We were completely stuffed. The highlight was listening to grandma's stories about her youth in Germany before World War II when her family moved to England to escape the Nazis. We looked at some great old family photos and laughed at our dad who was a bit chubby when he was a tot. Things were less funny when photos of junior-high Dawn with a bad perm were shown.
On Saturday we drove to Waltham, Mass. for the wedding. The ceremony and reception were held at a beautiful historic estate. The heavy morning rain forced the wedding inside the house, but it was still perfect. The bride was beautiful. The groom was happy. The food was delicious. The band was fun. And the bar was open. Everyone had a wonderful time.
Fenway Park welcomes guests with a street fair outside the ballpark.
The wooden seats at Fenway are full of character but not comfort. Unlike more modern stadium seats, the Fenway seats are not angled toward the in-field. Fans have to sit at an angle to see the diamond. From the height of the tunnels and the shape of the seats, it would appear that Americans were shorter and thinner when the ballpark opened in 1912 than we are today.
The green monster was too much for Jeff's beloved Cleveland Indians.
Jeff and Dawn cuddle to stay warm at the baseball game.
Anne, Luke and Dawn shiver at the Red Sox/Indians night game.
The rain stopped temporarily so Dawn and Jeff could pose for a photo outside the estate where the wedding was held.
Anne and Luke take a brief break from what they called "dancing."
Did I mention the wedding had an open bar?
Jeff, grandma and Dawn.
Anne, grandma and Luke.
Dawn, grandma and Anne.
3 comments:
Love the blog Dawn! Thanks for entertaining me on my travels. O BTW- you might have participated in some of that "dancing", but I can understand that you might not remember it! hehehhe... what a great trip.
What are you talking about? I remember everything that happened that night. My mind is crystal clear!
Wow, I didn't realize Lily and Morgan had their second wedding already! I'll have to peruse facebook for some pictures.
Also, I think your grandmother sounds awesome. Peach flan? Never heard of it, but it appears that she went all out for y'all. Good times.
And I'm jealous that you got to go to Boston. That's on my top 5 list of places to go in the U.S.
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