Every week this summer, I plan on taking my kids on a field trip to places that are rich in history. Places where history is made daily. Places that I have been to a million times. Places that I haven't been to at all. Places that are destination spots for many of you. Places where I can be a tourist just a quick train/drive away. Yes, places that have been "in my backyard" for the last 31 years. So gang, here's the start of our summer adventure. Wanna come along? I'll try to liven it up. Ok, now get out your train money, because you need a metro fare card. I'm not driving into the city...uh uh... No way. No how. We'll try not to sit next to the smelly, loud guy on the train. And stop yer complaining! This will be good for you.
Our first field trip was this past Monday. We took a 360 degree tour from 500 feet over one of the most beautiful cities in the nation when went to the top of this:
The Washington Monument. The tallest building in the Nation's Capitol paying homage to the First President of the United States. My kids call it the "pencil tower." Ah, yeah, they learned alot. Let's just move on...
From the top of The Washington Monument, we were able to catch glimpses of and photograph as best we could:
"The Mall" leading up to "The Hill" where legisislation is introduced, fought over, changed, debated, filibustered, and eventually written as law.
The Jefferson Memorial, which is and always has been my favorite as it sits in the Tidal Basin, holding court among the spectacular bloom of cherry blossoms in the spring and whose architecture is breath taking. Not only can I say I have been there a million times, I can also say that it happens to be where The Man proposed to me 11 years ago this August. Yup, right on those steps...he knew it was my favorite place in the world....
The Lincoln Memorial, where you feel dwarfed both literally and figuratively while standing in awe of the majesty of this landmark and this man who ended the Civil War and abolished slavery in our country:
The Pentagon. Home to our nation's military leaders, the place my Dad called "The Office" for many years, and the target of satan's henchman the day they flew a plane into the side of it one clear blue September day. Yes, the same day, that my mother was on her way to work in DC and saw the low flying plane just about to descend into the Pentagon and then saw the ensuing fire it caused. Yes, her phone went dead. And yes, for about an hour, I was terrified as I watched the news unfold 20 miles from my house, knowing that my Mom was somewhere in the middle of that horror. But that's a story for another day.
And finally, the White House, which has housed every US President since John Adams. It was built after George Washington was President, so he never lived there. Do you know where George lived when he was President? Note to my local friends: zip it.
There you have it. Our first tour is over for now. Lets' get back on the train and head home. There are Fourth of July burgers and beers waiting for us.
Where do you want to go next?