When I asked my son if he wanted to visit Mr. Washington’s house, he asked what any righteous four-year-old would. “Can we go to Mr. Lincoln’s house instead?”
Though his priorities were above reproach, I was left with the sad duty of explaining to him that Mr. Lincoln’s house is in Illinois and we were going to Virginia. Once he understood how harsh geography had robbed him of his first choice, he agreed that Mr. Washington’s house would be a fine substitute.
I like Mount Vernon. It is interesting and beautiful. It is also on a hill in Virginia – an important consideration if you are visiting in the heart of summer with small children.
I guess the area around Mount Vernon is called Northern Virginia to trick people into thinking it might not be hellishly hot there in July. I won’t be fooled again. In fact, I am rethinking my January beach volleyball plans in South Dakota.
Mr. Washington built his house on a hill overlooking the Potomac. It was a good idea for someone with a horse to carry him back up the hill every time he wanted to go dip his toes into the water.
Many interesting parts of the estate are downhill from the main house. My wife and I didn’t have any horses to carry us back up the hill in the stifling heat. Fortunately, our boys did. They had a couple of plodding nags, affectionately called Mommy and Daddy.
My wife had the foresight to bring the double stroller. I’d wanted the single. While the little guy could only be expected to toddle odd bits of the greater Washington area, I argued that the big boy could do his own walking. It was no smooth sailing, pushing that cart loaded with 65 pounds of childhood up dirt paths, but without it, my four-year-old and I would still be on the banks of the Potomac, arguing about how he was going to be transported up the hill.
By the time we toured the main house, everyone was tired and sweaty. I have observed that tired, sweaty kids are not always on the their best behavior. If Mr. Washington’s spirit happens to flit around the halls of his home, he has now observed it too.
Mr. Washington’s house is full of interesting knick-knacks. He, and anyone truly devoted to preserving his legacy, would certainly want a curious child to try to touch them all. Undoubtedly, he would encourage such a child to stray from his group and open any door that might have been closed against the public by mistake.
Mr. Washington was a good marketer. This was the man who slyly wore a military uniform to the meeting where they were going to pick out an army commander-in-chief. This strategic thinking persists at Mount Vernon, where the gift shop straddles the park exit and beguiles weary tourists with its air conditioning.
We did not buy any souvenirs, but I cannot tell a lie: a one-year-old I know might have rearranged the display of some of the trinkets in the store.
You and your wife are brave, brave people. 🙂
“Brave” is an awfully weird way to spell stupid.
I used to manage a museum located in an 1850s Georgian architectural styled house. I can tell you that if you got out of there without
– anyone writing on something with the crayon you didn’t know they brought
– touching and -or breaking/attempting to eat/ actually eating (this includes licking) anything
– leaving nose booger smears on display cabinets or furniture
– not lying on the ground kicking a wall and moaning about how bored they were so loudly that the tour guide was forced to semi-shout their guide dialogue
-crawling under or lifting up said tour guide’s period costume to “see what’s underneath” (none of these are age specific)
you did okay. =)
Now I feel much better about our behavior; we didn’t do half of those things.
Mr. Lincoln’s house is not as big or as fancy as Mr. Washington’s, but it is sure worth the trip to Springfield. Mr. Lincoln’s front door was a few feet from the street, he could walk to his law office or the State Capitol with “no sweat”. The fact that his legs were exceptionally long made it a quick trip.
Lincoln’s great compassion surely extended to parents pushing double strollers. Truly a man of the people.
Sounds like Mr Washington needed to add a pool and water slide to his house. Building on a hill is just dandy but being able to ride some roaring rapids down to the river makes more sense to me.
I agree with u here, think about being able to ride some roaring rapids down to the river
Welcome to Six Flags, Mount Vernon.
I think they were doing an archeological dig to recover the pieces of the original stone slide.