"Pilgrimmettes"

There is something so wholesome about calico prints, long dresses and white bonnets. Wait until you see our daughters from today. It makes you want to move out to the woods or something. There are several little girls that get to have school at home so we try to get them together each week or so. This month we planned a Pilgrim party, complete with turkey and dressing. You really just can’t do Kindergarten or First grade without one. Most of them started out at the Log Cabin Village for “Timber Tales”. There, the delightful book “Hog Dance” was read to them and from what Julia tells me, the lady was a “very good reader”. If she kept Brighton’s attention, she must have had a song and dance. They made little paper wagons resembling what people would have used for travel. Then the little pilgrim girls (and their brothers) disembarked in my backyard and they were a sight to behold in their sweet outfits. It was perfect chilly weather for our small celebration. After we sampled (and devoured) everyone’s contribution to the meal, we made butter by pouring heavy cream into a Mason Jar and let the girls pass it around to shake it will all their might. We also found out that the Mayflower ship would not have fit in my backyard. It was 90 feet long, so we moved out into our cul de sac and measured off 90 feet so the girls (and the moms!) could see how big it was. (It’s actually very small, considering the number of people who made that journey.) Once that feat was accomplished and the moms were much more impressed than the girls, we headed to a sunny spot in the backyard to read “Sarah Morton’s Day: A Day in the Life of a Pilgrim Girl”. Think white-washed reality TV in a book--sweet story with great information. As I did a mediocre job of reading words like "perchance", "coif" and "poppet" upside down, the girls listened intently while their brothers threw every immoveable object into our unfinished “pond”. (When Brighton realized he was the only boy sitting down to listen to the story, he hopped up so quickly you would have thought he’d sat in an ant bed or something.) We finished off the party with hat making. What is a Pilgrim Party without hat making? (Great job, Shannon!) With girls all donning new hats, I looked around my backyard and I felt as if I was seeing someone else’s backyard in Lancaster, Pennsylvania maybe. Other than a few injuries from the swing set, lost head coverings in the “pond” and a couple of meltdowns near the end, I think it went great. So...............anyone for rich pottage for dinner and a quick game of knickers??