Hi Dear Ones! Yep, did you miss me? I've been gone traveling with Mr. Precious! Did I fool you? Did you think I was here in Blogland? I had preposted some and tried at every chance to respond to your comments which I dearly love!!
Well, I'll tell you where we were and what we were doing...
Mr. Precious is so privileged to know so much about his ancestry and we traveled to Colonial Williamsburg for a get together for The Carter Society who meet up each year! His sister (who really does all the work finding all of these fancy ancestors) and her husband joined us.
Mr. Precious and his sister are from the Carter line - thus the name of our tiny little grand daughter - Carter Ashlan. Her great great grandmother's maiden name was Carter. The society have their own crest. Pretty neat, huh? Wish I could break down the brick walls to find out about my olden family members.
Well, these guys aren't too handsome looking but were very successful tobacco plantation owners in Virginia.
"Robert "King" Carter was born at 'Corotoman' Plantation. The name "King" was not used in jest. By 1700 Robert "King” Carter was the richest man in the English Colonies of North America. In other words “King” Carter was America’s first millionaire! He owned nearly 300,000 acres scattered across the Northern neck of Virginia."
Can you believe this stuff? I'm just amazed!!
I'm Baptist, but I knew some of the songs! :)
We ended the day at this lovely plantation overlooking the river. All the Carter cousins had Virginia barbecue in the cool of the evening. I think I look like a little fattin' hog there! Yikes!
This little place was called "The Necessary Room". Dear Ones, I've never ever seen such an outhouse - five holes and a fireplace!! There's another hole on the far right, just didn't get it in the snap! This must have been a very close family! :)
This is the little church where the Carters attended.
Are you still with me? Well, after we said our goodbyes to all the Carter cousins we traveled on down the road, or maybe it was up the road and ended up here...the Inn at Warner Hall created in 1642 by George Washington's great-great grandfather! Isn't is so lovely?
This was our room on the third floor! I don't think I've ever slept in a brass bed before! Everything was so pristine!
We toured a few of the rooms! Wow, aren't they pretty? The present owners took a year and a half to renovate and they shopped for all the antiques furnishing the inn. How much fun that must have been! :)
Sit down and I'll play for you!
Shoot the lid's locked! :)
so here I am snapping for you among all of the history!
I'm joining our Dear Natasha at 5 Minutes for me for Sunday Song,
our Dear Mary at Little Red House for Mosaic Monday
our Dear Cielo at The House in the Roses for Show Off Your Cottage Monday.
I'm stretching it a bit, Cielo, hope it's okay! :)
Before I go, I wanted to remind you I'm having a blog party ~
Heart of the Home Party
Wednesday, October 13th
It's getting closer so you still have time to wash the dishes,
feed the cats and dogs,
take the trash out
and sweep and mop the floor!
If you plan on coming to my party, and I so hope you will,
take the little party button above that I made with my most dainty little tiny fingers
and place it on your sidebar and advertise for me.
You can click on the little party button for all the info you'll need.
Invite all of your blogging friends to come.
You can take any kind of pictures you want of your kitchen ~
you can take pictures and show us a tour of your kitchen,
you can take pictures of a special feature in your kitchen,
you can show us a tablescape in your kitchen that you dearly love,
you can share a favorite recipe with us,
just let your little Heart of the Home run wild.
Be a bunch of sweeties,
I'll leave you with a little Note Song~
In Scarlet town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
And every youth cried well away
For her name was Barbara Allen
Twas in the merry month of May
The green buds were a swelling
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent a servant unto her
To the place she was dwelling
Saying you must come to his deathbed now
If your name be Barbara Allen
Slowly slowly she got up
Slowly slowly she came nigh him
And the only words to him she said
Young man I think you're dying
As she was walking oer the fields
She heard the death bell knelling
And every stroke it seemed to say
Hardhearted Barbara Allen
Oh mother mother make my bed
Make it long and make it narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow
They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him in the choir
And from his grave grew a red red rose
From her grave a green briar
They grew and grew to the steeple top
Till they could grow no higher
And there they twined in a true love's knot
Red rose around green briar
~ sung by Colonial folk :)