


Today was a delightful surprise. Frankly, I thought we were all a little worn out from playing tourist. Maybe it was the cooler weather, but we had a lovely day walking around historic Philadelphia. We started by taking the bus downtown and viewing the Liberty Bell. Max was very interested, in part because Michie has been talking it up for months. He took a lot of photos. We hunted for the story about its' crack and on the way learned how it has be used as a symbol for many groups including abolitionists and suffragists.
Then onto Betsy Ross' house, for a lovely audio tour of her life and a magic show in the court yard outside. We learned that she was quite a woman in her own right: ran her own business, had three husbands (widowed each time) and sewed that flag while raising 7 girls.
We then walked up a few blocks to visit the fire museum. We did see a memorial to the NY firefighters at the fire station. Max saw photos of the 343 men that died that day. He silently looked at it for a long time, asked me a few questions along the lines of - "Were you alive when it happened?" I explained again that I was, and he was two, when the attacks occurred. He said there were a lot of men with last names that started in B. I agreed and suggested we continue our day. He agreed and on we went.
We rushed back to Independence Hall to view the room where both the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were signed. One can tell the difference between paintings by the presence of George Washington - he signed only the Constitution as he was commanding the army during the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Talk about the weight of history come down upon your heart. It was very moving to me.
Max and I talked a bit about being patriotic and when it worked and when it didn't. I told him that I was very proud to be an American but that it didn't mean that we were better than anyone else. He replied that, "It didn't mean we were worse either. All countries should be equal." I agree with him fully.
We finished the day with an amazing meal that included Martha Washington's chocolate souffle cake and George's porter. Yum! Took a quick ride back to the hotel with a grumpy taxi driver who did manage some rather amazing moves on the turn in front of our hotel. We arrived safely and now I am blogging, by the pool, while Max swims and Michie (bless her again) does laundry.
Tomorrow we rent a car for the first time of our little trip and drive out to Lancaster for three nights. It is good being on vacation. We are very fortunate. Hugs to all.