Eat It!

Jessica Aldridge learning that you are never too old to be disciplined

My daughter will never be too old to be disciplined or me too immature to seek revenge. After helping to change her diapers for almost two years after she was born, I felt it was high time to give her a lesson on what it’s like to deal with those poopy things. While out on a road trip in the middle of the desert, she had a choice to make. She could find her way to wherever she thought she might stumble while in a desolate corner of the stinking hot desert or she would have to chow down on this dirty diaper someone cast off out of their car window. I’ll spare you the gory details I photographed of her chewing through the plastic liner to get to the creamy inner yumminess – ewe, I gag a little just thinking about it again. Anyway, she finished her snack. I feel that revenge was had, and she is once again safe at home – in Florida.

Fibery Day

Jessica Aldridge and Caroline Wise on our balcony where Caroline was teaching Jessica how to dye roving that Jessica would later spin into yarn

Today would be dedicated to Jessica and Caroline spending time together. It started out on our balcony where Caroline taught Jessica how to dye roving using acid dyes that she would later learn how to spin into yarn. Jess had the opportunity to spin on a drop spindle and also on Caroline’s wheel. The next lesson was how to knit. With those two busy in their world of fiber, I was free to make one of Jessica’s favorite meals she was first introduced to on a previous visit, I made Pani-Puri. This Indian snack popular on the beaches of Mumbai (Bombay) makes for a great dinner – if you have a full day to prepare everything.

Queen For A Day

Jessica Aldridge, Caroline Wise, and John Wise at the Renaissance Festival outside of Phoenix, Arizona

We know who wears the pants in our household – my wife the King, that’s who. I’m just a lowly queen flittering about with my flowers and tiara dreaming of the days I was a mere princess. Better a queen than that idiot on the left. Who aspires to be a jester? Oh, the pain that I must admit that this is in fact, my daughter. Lucky for us that during our time at the Renaissance Festival, we were allowed to walk around incognito sporting casual everyday folk garments allowing us to blend in. The trials and tribulations of being royalty.

You’ve Been Hacked

Jessica Aldridge arriving in Arizona

Jessica Aldridge here. This site is now mine, it’s been hacked. My father, the old fool he is, left his blogging software open allowing me to take over his blog, change his password, and lock him out. It’s mine, all mine. Look for more of my silly face as I explore posting the most absurd faces you could imagine. Over the coming days, I will embarrass my father allowing the world to see the poor genetics he has put into the world, or maybe I won’t and tomorrow I’ll post some photos of our trip to the Ren Fest. Huzzah!

Washington D.C.

Caroline Wise, Jessica Aldridge, and John Wise in front of the Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

What promises to be a long day began with Caroline, Jessica, and I walking south on 11th Street to Pennsylvania Avenue, around the Old Post Office, continuing south on 12th Street between the Department of Commerce and the Internal Revenue Service. Right on Constitution Avenue and over to the Washington Monument. On our previous visits to the nation’s capital, tickets for going to the top of the monument had been sold out; this time, I planned well in advance.

View from the Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

We were first in line, and first through security, then we waited with everyone else to ride the elevator to the top. The Washington Monument was constructed between 1848 and 1884. Lack of funds and the Civil War were some of the reasons this 555-foot obelisk took so long to build. Today we are riding to the top of what at one time was the tallest building on earth. Once inside, our first view is looking north to the White House on a beautiful blue sky day.

View from the Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

The small windows looking west are occupied by other tourists, but the south windows are free, offering us a great view of the Jefferson Memorial, the Tidal Basin, and the Potomac flowing to the south. What a thrill to be up here; we take our time to inspect the granite, how the pieces were fitted together, the holes cut through the granite above us, which house the red blinking lights that warn aircraft that the Washington Monument stands here.

View from the Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

On the eastern side of the monument, the scenery is bathed in a blue haze; the sun over the Capitol is stopping me from getting a nice picture with all of the glare that’s over there. Next time in D.C., we’ll reserve a late afternoon tour just so we can see the U.S. Capitol from above, glowing in the golden light of sunset. Looking northeast, I was able to take the photo above with fairly good results. Remember, I am shooting through glass that doesn’t look as if it is cleaned every day. In the photo above, the first building on the left and the massive one with the interesting circle and half-circle next to it belong to the Department of Commerce – a huge agency indeed. If you are familiar with D.C., you’ll notice the Old Post Office with its tower; the building in front of it is the Internal Revenue Service. The two buildings on the right are the Smithsonian National Museum of American History and the National Museum of Natural History.

View from the Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

Now clear of other visitors, the western windows offer us a view of the Lincoln Memorial, the Reflecting Pool, and the National World War II Memorial. The buildings to the right are the Federal Reserve, the National Academy of Engineering, and the State Department. Out of view to the southwest is the Pentagon. I did shoot a number of panoramas while up here, but none of them gave me the results I’d hoped for.

Jessica Aldridge in the Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

At each window is a photographic diagram showing three different views of the same scene across time. For example, on the western view, you see an image from 1901 with what looks like a swamp next to the Potomac with a dotted overlay showing where the Lincoln Memorial and Reflecting Pool sit today. The next image is from 1920, with the majority of the monument built, but the entire site is still under construction. The last image is from 1999 and some buildings that had been north of the Reflecting Pool have been replaced by a carp pond. The construction for the World War II Memorial hadn’t been started yet, either. On the ride down, the elevator stops, and the lighting changes, allowing us to see through opaque doors some of the dedications made in granite on the interior of the monument. I may sound like a broken record, but we are thrilled to have had the opportunity to see all of this.

Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C.

I have no idea how I had this vantage point above so much, and yet obviously not from the heights of the Washington Monument. By the way, it’s at this point, 13 years after the majority of this blog post was already written up, that I’m adding more photos and a bit more text, starting with this image right here. It’s 2022 when I’m working through these entries, which I believe I pointed out in the previous posts.

Washington Monument in Washington D.C.

Those tiny rectangles up there are the windows we were just looking through on the Washington Monument. While the day could have easily revolved around nothing more than visiting the immediate area right here, we do have other plans.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

East on the National Mall, we walked towards the Capitol until we reached the Natural History Museum.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

In May, when we visited with my mother-in-law, there was an event being held in the museum that cut our visit short. Caroline, in particular, had wanted to return to spend more time at the exhibit titled ‘Written in Bone.’

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

We spend two hours here, seeing lots of dinosaur skeletons, fossils, minerals, precious gems, and human bones, but look forward to the day we might be able to dwell from opening to closing, reading and studying the displays.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

A giant nautiloid fossil.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

A Triassic-age relative of the crocodile.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

An example from the Lepidotes species of fish that is now extinct.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

We can all be happy that this line of amphibians didn’t survive very long out of the Paleozoic/Permian periods, as who the hell would want to see a line of frogs descended from these monsters?

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

Various soil types from states across America this is just a small sample of them.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

In May when we visited the Jamestown settlement, we had seen that some of their exhibits were on loan to the Smithsonian for the exhibition titled, you guessed it, Written in Bone. This is one of those exhibits.

Smithsonian Castle in Washington D.C.

Across the Mall, we enter the Castle. The Smithsonian Information Center and administrative offices are housed here. The Castle was the first building built for what would, by the time of our visit, encompass a total of sixteen museums and the National Zoo. As you enter the Castle, on your left is the tomb of James Smithson, from whose charitable gift the Smithsonian was established on July 1st, 1836.

National Museum of Natural History in Washington D.C.

The collection pieces on display in the Castle are taken from the various other museums within D.C.

Smithsonian Castle in Washington D.C.

Sure, there were other things seen and photographed, but I don’t have a lifetime to note the many details of inventory of what we’ve seen, so I must be moving on.

Rose in Washington D.C.

Between the museums, there are other things to see, such as beautiful roses.

National Air and Space Museum in Washington D.C.

On our way to the newest addition to the Smithsonian, we dipped into the National Air and Space Museum. After flying Southwest Airlines so many times over the previous years, I had forgotten how large a 747 is; the front side of one of these trans-continental jumbos is on exhibit, complete with a cockpit, offering us a look into this giant of the skies. Obviously, the Spirit of St. Louis is not a 747.

National Air and Space Museum in Washington D.C.

Seeing the model for the Hubble Telescope was nothing less than amazing; I thought it would have been a lot smaller. The same goes for Skylab; a life-size model is on display, and with a line of visitors snaking around it before reaching inside, you can guess this is a popular display. Skylab crashed back to earth in 1979, all 77.5 tons of it.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

On September 21, 2004, the National Museum of the American Indian opened its doors. This is our first visit, and to be honest, I had anticipated this particular museum would be a disappointment. The reason I assumed that is because the American Indian typically gets short-changed, and maybe this effort would appear to be a cheap second thought.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

I was wrong – very wrong. The five-story building and water features as you approach are beautiful. Walking through the doors, you can’t help but be impressed with the flow of things. The museum’s architect, Douglas Cardinal, is a Blackfoot Indian; his work is amazing.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

On display is part of a collection of more than 800,000 objects as well as a portion of the more than 125,000 images in the archive.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

There are many exhibits dedicated to particular tribes, with contemporary and historical pieces presenting these peoples and cultures. And it is not just the North American Indians here; the Native people of South and Central America also find representation.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

Guilt and shame are horrible traits of a people that claim to be modern and enlightened.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

I think we can see where Walt Disney lifted his inspiration for a famous mouse.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

Nope, just a lot of nope. If I ever saw another human being running at me wearing a mask made of a hornet’s nest, I’d be miles away.

National Museum of the American Indian in Washington D.C.

The Mitsitam Native Foods Cafe was closing when we were finishing our tour of the museum. The menu changes over the year but has featured buffalo steak, aji amarillo mashed yucca, banana-wrapped bluefish, dried red corn with chili salad, cornmeal crusted fried frog legs, wild-cinnamon-and-juniper-glazed acorn squash – next time; we are in Washington, D.C. we will try to take most of our meals right here.

U.S. Capitol in Washington D.C.

Good thing we have so many spectacular photos of this building.

National Portrait Gallery in Washington D.C.

The National Portrait Gallery was our next stop. On previous visits, Caroline and I have toured the White House, the U.S. Capitol, and the Supreme Court.

National Portrait Gallery in Washington D.C.

We have visited other units within the Smithsonian, the Lincoln, Jefferson, and Roosevelt Memorials, the Vietnam and Korean War Memorials, the National Archives, the Library of Congress, the Holocaust Museum, Ford’s Theater, Washington National Cathedral, and some other places but on this trip, we have been trying to fill in some gaps of a few of the places we have not been.

National Portrait Gallery in Washington D.C.

As is usual with our travels, there is never enough time to see and do all we might like to do. It’s barely an hour in the Portrait Gallery before we have to leave; this was planned as our last afternoon stop because the Portrait Gallery is open until 7:00 p.m. daily.

Jessica Aldridge at the U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C.

For our final destination of the day at the U.S. Naval Observatory, the Metro in the direction of Shady Grove was the subway we needed to board.

Caroline Wise at the U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C.

Multi-pass.

U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C.

By an incredible stroke of luck with a small window of opportunity, I somehow managed to snag reservations for one of the infrequent Monday-only tours of the U.S. Naval Observatory. You must arrive by 8:00 p.m., but we took no chances and arrived a half-hour early. At 8:00, the security check began, and soon, we were wearing the badges that would have to be worn during our stay at the Observatory.

Caroline Wise at the U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C.

While we did get the chance to look at Jupiter and its moons, we sadly did not have the same luck in spotting our Vice President Joe Biden – the Vice President’s residence is here on the Observatory grounds. Our tour consisted of learning about the Naval Observatory’s job of being one of the keys to measuring time for the United States – and the world – and how, back before atomic clocks, the observatory was used to fix on particular stars measuring their transit and then syncing clocks so that a recognized source could be established that business and government would accept as being a true measure of accurate time.

U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C.

Finally, a visit to the observatory library and a terrific chance to see one of the world’s greatest collections of books regarding astronomy and mathematics, with one book on display dating from 1611-1612.

U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C.

It was now after 10:00 p.m., we were hungry, and the tour was over. Great, we are quite the distance from a Metro station, there is no taxi stand nearby, and our feet are killing us. Fortunately, it wasn’t long after we started walking down Massachusetts Avenue that we were able to flag down a taxi moving in the opposite direction as us; thanks, unknown taxi man. Dinner was at Harry’s on the ground floor of our hotel; sleep didn’t show up until midnight.

Colonial Williamsburg

A room from the old psychiatric hospital, now a museum in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

It being Saturday, it was time for Jessica’s chains to come off so we could take her from the Public Hospital for some fresh air. She’s been making progress since thinking she had turned into a crab bent on dismembering her father, and her doctors felt it was a good time to allow her a small taste of freedom. This old hospital built in 1773 for the mentally ill is now a museum here in Colonial Williamsburg and was one of our first stops on a busy day. Someone had made the best recommendation for a great breakfast at the Old Chickahominy House, and I do mean great; their biscuits are otherworldly.

Governors Palace in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

Arriving early we were offered the opportunity to miss the otherwise long lines that form to tour the Governor’s Palace. Just in case you were wondering, my daughter wasn’t really chained to the wall in a mental hospital; she was actually stuffed in the trunk of our car overnight.

Governors Palace in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

When Caroline, her mom, and I were here back in May, we didn’t have the time to visit the Governor’s Palace, which was unfortunate. On this visit, we learned that it was well worth buying the Colonial Williamsburg Admission Pass. The tour is conducted by guides in period dress who are very knowledgeable about the Palace and how it functioned in its day.

The last governor to reside here was Thomas Jefferson. Unfortunately, fire consumed the original structure, but the reconstructed palace offers a great feel for what had once been here.

Governors Palace in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

A close-up view of the wallpaper from the room above. This is the level of detail they’ve taken in these restorations. Speaking of the process of restoration and preservation, it was John D. Rockefeller back in 1926 who was inspired to take on the project of saving this important part of Colonial America.

Governors Palace in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

I can only imagine what it costs to maintain this herculean effort of preservation, so visitors have this opportunity to peer back into history.

Governors Palace in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

There is one downside to witnessing so much living history: can it survive capitalism? If the National Park system took over this historic district, it would likely strip the actors and reduce things to self-guided tours. Restaurants would be served by some ugly cafeteria-like contractor as it does with much of its food service. It is a kind of tragedy that a place like Colonial Williamsburg appears to be of not much interest to middle America. Maybe things would run better if it was more like the Ahwahnee Hotel in Yosemite (rooms there are $1,000 per night). The wealthy would take a greater interest in ensuring it was well-funded into the future.

A living exhibit at the Governors Palace in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

Seeing the kitchen at work really adds to the sense of the time some couple of hundred years ago.

Governors Palace in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

The gardens of the Governor’s Palace.

Servants quarters.

An art exhibit piece at the DeWitt Wallace Decorative Arts Museum in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

The DeWitt Wallace Decorative Arts Museum is entered through the Public Hospital. This was another item missed when we were here with my mother-in-law earlier this year.

An art exhibit piece at the DeWitt Wallace Decorative Arts Museum in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

We spent two hours sifting through the exhibits and could have easily spent another few hours had time allowed.

An art exhibit piece at the DeWitt Wallace Decorative Arts Museum in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

This stoneware jug from either Cologne or Frechen, Germany, was made between 1550 and 1575 and gifted to Adam Winthrop, who gave it to his son John Winthrop, one of the first governors of the Massachusetts Bay Colony. He brought it to America in 1630 after leaving England that year.

An art exhibit piece at the DeWitt Wallace Decorative Arts Museum in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

The Abbey Aldrich Rockefeller Folk Art Museum is part of the DeWitt and adds a great sense of the personal creativity from those colonial times that helps round out our museum visit.

Back on Duke of Gloucester Street we stop at the Weavers Shop and watch a demonstration of spinning fibers to make yarn. This didn’t last long as we were once again hungry and shortly on our way to the King’s Arms Tavern for lunch.

Interior of the Capitol Building at Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

The next stop is at the Capitol Building, where, earlier in the year, we were able to enjoy a harpsichord concert by candlelight. Taking the tours and listening to the guides walk us through the history of the period really helps capture a better feeling for the place we are visiting. Don’t skimp trying to save a few dollars when visiting Williamsburg by listening to some other websites out there that say you can see plenty on your own; the admission pass opens up the history that is on offer here.

Notes that could have been annotated to my photos sure would have been helpful so I could describe the purpose of this room in the Capitol building.

“We are here to negotiate the release of one of your prisoners.”

Jessica Aldridge behind bars in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

Yeppers, my daughter, ended up in jail. I posted bail, and lucky for her the judge let her off easy. What did she do to deserve this, you ask? She was seen in public kissing fishes; some old law on the books forbids public displays of intimacy with ectothermic piscine life; who knew?

Woodworking shop in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

The evening is quickly approaching. We have visited a number of small shops and woven our way through the streets of Colonial Williamsburg.

Draftsman at Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

Visiting the draftsman will be the last stop on this leg of the day as we’ll start moving toward our dinner reservation.

A fife and drum marching band on parade up Main Street in Colonial Williasmburg, Virginia

Our feet are beginning to hurt, and hunger is approaching, but still, we are willing to rush from one corner of the historic district to the other end as cannon fire draws our attention back toward the Capitol Building. We arrive at a fife and drum marching band parading up Duke of Gloucester Street. Caroline ran ahead to capture the ceremony on video as Jessica, and I limped along at a snail’s pace before reaching the still-playing band. There is way too much to do here in a mere day.

A candle lit table at Shields Tavern in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

We are sitting down in Shields Tavern for a candle-lit dinner in another historic setting, with staff donning clothing from colonial times.

Caroline Wise and John Wise at Shields Tavern in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

While the food is decent, it is the ambiance and the entertainment that has us wishing that we, too, were dressing for the occasion and not wearing casual 21st-century clothing. Make reservations early for the Taverns, as you could have quite the long wait if you were so daring as to try to get a table at the last minute. After dinner, it was time for an organ concert at Bruton Parish Church, which we thoroughly enjoyed. While the church is located in the middle of Colonial Williamsburg, it is not actually part of it, and anybody can attend services or concerts in this historic church, which was built in 1715, although the parish history dates back to 1660.

Playing Shut the Box game at Chowning's Tavern in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia

Not wanting the day to end after the concert we step into Chowning’s Tavern for some drinks and games. Hot tea all around, we know how to party – not. On a nearby table, some folks are playing a game. We watch, and then the girls grab one as it becomes free. A member of the bar staff is snagged and asked how this works, and in moments, Caroline and Jessica are playing Shut the Box. The game, also known as Canoga and Klackers, originates from at least the 12th century. We sipped our teas, listened to the live music, played more Shut the Box, and with eyes growing ever heavier, we called it a night and walked back to our hotel.