One of the best things about going to Colonial Williamsburg is chatting with the people. Some of the people are living in the late 1770’s, like the wigmaker.
Did you know that in order to have a wig custom-fit to your head, you have to shave your head? Considering how hot and humid it was the day we were there, that almost sounded tempting. Almost. They had such a nice variety of styles from which to choose, too. Eventually, we decided to pass.
The silversmith, on the other hand, was a modern woman working in a colonial craft. This shows her using a nifty drill to punch holes in a sheet of silver. The delicacy of the designs was amazing.
Then there was this nice girl who let us into the Wythe house (the Wythes weren’t home but she assured us it would be OK) and told us all about the people who lived there.
This woman took us through the Capital. She was very passionate about the insult to the elected officials when the Royal Governor disbanded their little group. (That whole independence thing rubbed him the wrong way.) It was a fabulous tour.
Finally, we met a lot of women like this one, who bravely soldiered on through record-breaking heat to sit outside various buildings and talk to tourists.
They were terrific. Even though they must have been outrageously uncomfortable—Lord knows we were—every one of them was polite, friendly, and cheerful. With tough, talented women like this in Virginia’s capital, I think this whole independence thing might just work!