We had hoped to visit some Ohio church history sites that day. Some internet searching quickly revealed that it would not be the quick drive we'd hoped it would be. The nearest historic town was at least 3 1/2 hours away, in northeast Ohio. That's a lot of driving in one day with 4 little bodies.
(checking out the pigs in the mud)It's a functioning historical farm, complete with old buildings, and daily demonstrations. We've watched the blacksmith at work, the carpenter made a top for Gregory. There were ladies dressed up like from Colonial times in the big house where they were going about chores and telling about life in the 1800's.
(Charla and Gregory loved the chickens)
(gazing at bitty lambs)As you can imagine, talking about pioneer life was effortless in that setting. The kids really enjoyed checking out the old tractor plows and other farm equipment.
(Leora was too scared to go into the big barn to look at the equipment, so when we came out, she ran to me and flung herself into my arms for a good snuggle)When the park closed, we headed to the lake just down the road. We brought a lunch with us similar to what pioneers probably enjoyed, mostly after they'd settled: bread with meats and cheeses. We also brought along leftover beans which led into how they had to eat their leftovers since they didn't have refrigerators.
(Fred observed that our stroller looked remarkably like a covered wagon - this shot was his idea)Then we headed to the lake's edge and fed the ducks and geese. That was so much fun! There were also a ton of little fish frantically trying to get to the bits of bread- Gregory focused on them, giggling as the little guys demolished the crumbs in seconds.
We stole a few good shots of them tolerating each other before heading home.
(sweet sisters)
(Charla administering the Vulcan death grip)
home time... like Leora's tail pinned to her dress?
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