Plymouth Rock supposedly marks the spot where the first Pilgrim set foot on land in 1620. Apparently this is not mentioned anywhere in the official records of the Colony, but that hasn’t stopped every American child of my era being taught about it. Of course I needed to see it and, hopefully, set foot on it myself. This massive structure, built over the rock, announces its importance.

What? The Pilgrims not only stood on this rock but they also carved 1620 into it? And how did their footprints last so long anyway? The original alleged Rock was chipped away, painted and basically destroyed. This rock, supposed to be what was left of it, was marked with the date 1620 in the late 1800’s. I have no idea who thought this was a good idea. The National Park rangers get tired of answering the same question over and over: “How did the Pilgrims make such neat numbers?”

Oh well. Maybe I can find the remnant of the cherry tree George Washington cut down!

Yikes. I had no idea how far behind I could get with my blog, my blog comments and my reading of friends’ blogs in just a week. I had a great time for a week of visiting with a dear friend, traveling around New England with her, eating, resting, talking and praying. Now that I am back at the computer, I find that not only do I have a lot to write about from our trips but also a lot to read. So today I am just catching up with comments and commenting on blog posts. If you see a lot of comments from me all at once, that is why.

Tomorrow I go back to 1627 in Plymouth, Massachusetts and ask the all important question “what does Plymouth Rock actually look like?”