This week marks yet another anniversary in which the number of years being marked is increasingly baffling. 30 years ago on Easter weekend my father took my sister and I for my first visit to the city of Boston (Easter was on April 6th that year so let’s just say we arrived on April 5th).
Here’s what I can remember:
- Our first day there it rained. A lot. I have a specific memory of walking past the Boston Massacre marker while being pelted by sheets of rain and wind.
- Easter Sunday, however, was beautiful and sunny. We walked around Boston Common and the Public Garden in our Sunday best.
- It really annoyed our Dad that we insisted on walking toe-to-toe along the red paint of the Freedom Trail. As a dad myself now I can understand how frustrating it is when the little ones dawdle.
- I really enjoyed visiting historic sites like the USS Constitution and Bunker Hill. From that point on I loved to read about history and visit historical sites whenever possible.
- I’m pretty sure we went to the Childrens Museum too. It was a busy weekend. This was back when the Childrens Museum had the giant’s desktop and grandma’s attic. I miss those exhibits.
- It’s really eerie to think that this weekend really set the course for my future careers in museums and libraries as well as moving to Boston.
Me aboard the USS Constitution in April 1980.
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