Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Surprise


From the St Louis Edition:


Which shall it be???


Let's find out!!!


It's a Baby....!!!


We are excited to announce that it's a...




Bless the Lord, oh my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name!  Psalms 103:1




Brought to you by: Rebekah Benner

Thursday, October 2, 2014

The Trades at Williamsburg - Part 2


From the St Louis Edition:

Spread throughout the Historic town of Williamsburg are many, many trades.  The people who work there do it the real way and are not just acting.  Some have been doing it at least 13 years.  Back in the day, it was common for an apprenticeship to take 5 to 7 years to learn the trade.

The Wheelwright:  
They make all the wheels that are used in the town.



They draw their life size drawing for their projects on the wall.







How about a wig?  Anyone?  Only the rich could afford them.  I believe girls would donate or perhaps sell their hair for the wigs.  But only after their hair grew below their knees.






The brick kiln:  
Usually slaves would tread the clay.  It was hard work.

Volunteers from the audience. 

Making a 2 bricks at a time.
This is the Apothecary.
You could just walk in and write yourself a prescription and they would give it to you.


The jars are the original jars!

The Cooper or bucket and barrel maker!




Huge!



The Weaver and Dyer:
Usually these were two different trades.



Spins the wool from the sheep into thread.  Girls as young as 6 yrs old did this job.
The loom

The Cobbler



The Blacksmith



Musical Instruments
I think that the Cabinet maker made the musical instruments.  These we saw at a museum.

A tiny upright piano.
A grand piano.
Organ
Harpsichord
A spinet

And here is a picture of a fine musician.  He serenaded us while we waited for lunch at Chowning's Tavern.

A smaller, older version of a 12 string guitar.

Letting Danny stretch his legs after a long day in the stroller.



Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye dodo all to the glory of God. 1 Cor 10:31



Brought to you by: Rebekah Benner