Before she went off to camp GoofGirl wanted an
adventure. Her brother and I had gone to an Orioles game the week before. Now
it was her turn.
She asked about, "A walk where there was a lot of history."
She's very much my daughter!
"Like a battlefield?" I asked, hopefully.
"Yes."
Yes.
"Well there are three wars that have been fought around here, the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, and the War of 1812. Pick one."
"War of 1812, but not Fort McHenry, I've already been there."
So I did some research and found Jefferson Patterson Park and Museum. A War of 1812 skirmish was fought there. But that's not all. There was a Native American village, a colonial settlement, an elegant estate from the 1930s, of the Chesapeake Bay shoreline, and a working archeological dig.
She asked about, "A walk where there was a lot of history."
She's very much my daughter!
"Like a battlefield?" I asked, hopefully.
"Yes."
Yes.
"Well there are three wars that have been fought around here, the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, and the War of 1812. Pick one."
"War of 1812, but not Fort McHenry, I've already been there."
So I did some research and found Jefferson Patterson Park and Museum. A War of 1812 skirmish was fought there. But that's not all. There was a Native American village, a colonial settlement, an elegant estate from the 1930s, of the Chesapeake Bay shoreline, and a working archeological dig.
How had I, a native Marylander who is always
looking for interesting things to do and is obsessed with history, not known
about such an incredible place!
I began plotting:
If we left at 6am, we'd get there at 8 and we could sneak in before it opened and see the native American village and maybe some of the archaeological digs. Then we'd catch the first round of the historic re-enactment and then have time to see the Patterson Estate. We could catch another round of the re-enactment, and have time visit some of the exhibits.
GoofGirl was looking forward to it, but was
perhaps not quite as excited as I was. As is often the case when dealing with me, she had to be the adult: "Daddy, we don't have to see
everything. We can go back another time."
And we couldn't see everything, because the
day we were going was also a re-enactment, part of the celebrations for the 200th anniversary of the War of 1812 (which was mostly fought in 1814.)
It was crowded and we didn't get a good view
of the naval skirmish, although we saw the cannons firing. We had a nice time
walking through the market looking at handcrafted products inspired by
their early 19th century counterparts. Fascinated by the toiletriesof two centuries ago, GoofGirl lingered.
Then there was a re-enactment of the land
battle, which I watched with utter fascination. For GoofGirl, a little of this
sort of thing goes a long way.
Then, in the huge crowd, we happened to run
into one of the staff archaeologists. Naturally, I peppered her with questions. To my delight, GoofGirl had a great many as well!
“What kinds of things do you find?”
“What do you learn about the people who used
to live here?”
“Do you match the artifacts with records from
the archives?”
“What’s a good day for you?”
And so on.
Eventually, we freed her. But we agreed that we’d have to
come back for one of the days when the public can join in on the digging.
Then, as things were winding down, we explored the Native
American village. The park was closing. GoofGirl took me by the hand and said, "OK Daddy, this was really interesting, but I think we've seen enough for one day. Let's go home. You've been good, so I'll let you listen to NPR on the drive back."
