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Too much history, too little time.

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I’m a history nerd buff with a specific interest in the Civil War and was really looking forward to exploring Fort Sumter.

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But there was a problem.

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The only way on and off the island is by ferry and even though it was the slow season and there was just one trip a day from Patriots Point? Our time limit was an hour.

60 measly minutes wasn’t nearly enough and to be honest it ticked me off. I understand during the tourist season they have to move as many people on and off as they can, but with only one lousy trip scheduled in the winter you’d think they would allow us more time… but no.

This meant kicking my husband into high gear and almost jogging around the fort to make sure we saw it all. No lollygagging and absolutely no chatting with strangers!

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This is the old battery that they’ve turned into a museum… so we started there.

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The Fort as it looked pre Civil War.

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During the war…

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And after.

The museum itself was small, with lots to read but very few artifacts.

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But a Civil War toothbrush? That’s history nerd buff gold.

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I won’t bore you with a lot of history but this was especially poignant to me.

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Those Who Would Be Free
African-Americans and the Fight for Fort Sumter.


Thousands of African-Americans were involved in the Civil War, either by force or by choice. The South used slaves as laborers at war points within the Confederacy. The North enlisted more than 170.000 free men of color in the Union Army. These willing soldiers saw action in virtually every theatre of the war, including Charleston.
As soon as war commenced in 1861, slaves were gathered from Southern plantations and sent to such Confederate strongholds as Fort Moultrie and Fort Sumter. Amid the chaos of battle they repaired the forts, built batteries, mounted guns, waited on officers and acted as messengers. At Fort Sumter, slaves worked in constant danger to help defend the fort against the very forces seeking to win their freedom.
African-American soldiers in the Union Army served voluntarily distinguishing themselves at such battles as the assault on Fort Wagner on Morris Island. Here, the 54th Massachusetts made history as the first African-American military regiment to ennoble themselves in battle. As word of their
courage spread, thousands of other African-Americans volunteered in the war to reunite the country.

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Imagine being forced to defend an installation that’s fighting to keep you enslaved.

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Soldiers were basically living like tunnel rats.

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And the armament that was used back then?

Wow.

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Unbelievable.

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Too bad they didn’t have duct tape.

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Short on time, my speed reading came in handy. Not so my husband who read one placard to my 6. That’s him in the background way back at the beginning.

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In 1858 Fort Sumter became involved in one of the most notorious episodes in slave smuggling. On August 21 the U.S. Navy captured the slave ship Echo
and brought it into Charleston Harbor. Of 450 captives, mostly young African girls and boys, 144 had already died. Initially held at Castle Pinckney,
the Africans were moved to the larger Fort Sumter still under construction.
Following sensational descriptions of their emaciated state, entrepreneurs arranged harbor cruises to witness the grim spectacle at Fort Sumter.
Thirty-five captive Africans died while kept at Castle Pinckney and Fort Sumter. Although some Charlestonians provided food and clothing, oth-
ers argued that the captives should be sold into slavery. On Constitutional grounds, President James Buchanan ordered the Africans transported home
onboard the steamship Niagara. Even with medical care, only 196 of the original 450 captives were still alive by the time they reached Monrovia. The captain and crew of the Echo were tried and acquitted on a technicality.

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That’s a horrible story I knew nothing about before this visit.

One half of the museum was devoted to the Civil War, the other to its previous life.

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Yes, this cross eyed gentleman is the Fort’s namesake.

Sadly I had to drag the husband outside before we’d even glanced at the second half of the museum but my watch said we only had 18 minutes left and missing the boat was not an option.

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To be continued… quickly.

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The one where we run out of daylight because my husband won’t stop talking.

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Next to the cypress wetlands was the Port Royal museum. We love small local museums run by resident volunteers and always try to support them when we can.

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This local didn’t share any history with us, but he was all about a good neck scratch.

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Not St. Augustine, Florida.

Nope. That’s a common misconception. The Spanish actually settled Port Royal first, but it was abandoned a few years later due to lack of funds.

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This museum was tiny but filled with interesting things.

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Megalodon teeth… that you can apparently scavenge for on local beaches. Sign me up!

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15 million year old clam? That too.

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The docent had absolutely no idea what this was, but I’m there for it as well.

We’d had a busy day, and since I had one more waterfront walk on the schedule for the late afternoon I tried to hurry the husband along.

I think you can guess how that went.

Just when I almost had him out the door, the lovely lady who runs the museum suggested he might want to look at some military photo albums donated by a resident.

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Yes, they were interesting.

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Filled with heart warming pics…

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As well as the horrors of war.

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Most were taken during WWII and Korea. And while I appreciated her sharing them with us, I wasn’t as thrilled with the hour long conversation that followed.

Vacation time is limited!

Schedules must be kept.

As the sun was going down, I finally dragged him out of the building and we headed for the boardwalk.

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Tiptoeing through the seagulls we made our way forward.

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It’s a popular fishing spot next to the marshes and offers a long stretch of easy walking with a viewing tower.

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Of course it was getting dark and the wind had ratcheted up to a howl which made it less than comfortable.

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We only climbed to the first level of the three level tower…

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The higher you went… the stronger and colder the winds. One quick picture and I called it good.

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The sun was setting and we needed to get back on the road.

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As you can see, our giant rental beast dwarfed all the other vehicles in the parking area.

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Good bye Port Royal…. it was swell.

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The Hudson Museum and its treasures.

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I love a good museum, and the fact that this one was a complete surprise made it all the more special.

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The Hudson at the University of Maine, Orono is billed as a Native American/Anthropology museum and features an impressive collection from indigenous people all around the world.

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I fell in love with Kachinas when we visited Arizona in 2019.

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They’re marvelous!

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Seriously, what’s not to love?

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For a small museum, the Hudson has some wonderful pieces.

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Both ancient and modern.

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Have you ever heard of a potlatch?

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I hadn’t either, but I really liked the whale in the back.

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So many beautiful handcrafted pieces of art.

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To be continued….

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Fryeburg Fair, part seven… wagons and carts and beer. Oh my.

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Aside from wall to wall cows, my other favorite part of the Fryeburg fair is the carriage museum.

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These beauties are well cared for and painstakingly restored to their former glory.

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Spit on the leeward side. There must be a reason for that…

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A fire hose cart.

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Gypsy wagon.

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Pretty tight living quarters.

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All cars go to Bloomies.

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Snake oil peddler’s wagon.

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Now that’s a beer cart.

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This hearse was fabulous… and delightfully creepy.

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How did I not know this existed?

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The husband and I were invited to a fundraiser at the Maine Military museum by an old friend who worked with him at the FAA.

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There were numerous items for sale, as well as a silent auction, 50/50 raffle and donation box.

There was also free food, beer and wine.

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You have to love a museum with a bar.

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The museum itself is small but jam packed with memorabilia, all acquired through donation. I’m amazed that we never knew it existed but seriously glad we do now.

We strolled around for an hour and could have spent all day. The collection of military history was impressive and the passion project of one single man. We tagged along on a portion of a tour with him and were blown away by the encyclopedic knowledge he had of every single piece in the building. As you can imagine, most of the stories were heartbreaking.

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There were sections for the Revolutionary War.

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The Civil War.

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And World War I.

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Never let it be said war doesn’t inspire song.

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The quality of song may however, be disputed.

To be continued…

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I’m in!

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Let me just throw this out there… I love dinosaurs!

Always have, always will. While other little girls were playing with baby dolls and decorating Barbie’s stupid dream house, I was waging a life and death battle with my T Rex and Brontosaur. When other children wanted to go to Madison Square Garden to see the circus, I begged my parents to take me to the Museum of Natural History to see the Stegosaurus skeleton. In a perfect world I would have grown up to be a fossil hunter, endlessly scouring

the Black Hills for remnants of the Cretaceous. The best I can do now? Live vicariously through documentaries my husband thinks are dry as toast. Until this one –

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Tomorrow on Apple TV, the dinosaur documentary to end all dinosaur documentaries will begin. Hosted by David Attenborough…. All Hail Sir David! …it’s the dino version of Planet Earth and I can’t wait.

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*note to self – buy copious amounts of popcorn and butter*

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Now that’s tv worth watching!

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Would you visit a pizzle museum?

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You have to admire a man who follows his passion and makes his dream come true. No matter how strange that dream may be….

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Yes, there really is a museum devoted to the penis. And surprise! A man thought of it.

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Let’s imagine the reading of that will shall we?

“ To my beloved wife… I leave our house, vehicles and savings account.”

“To my devoted children… I leave a substantial trust fund for their college education”

“To the strange man I met on the subway, I leave my penis… because I’ve always been proud of it and he promised to put it on display .”

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A bull whip penis will not be on the top of my Christmas list. Nope. Never. And can you imagine receiving one as a gift? I have a lot of fake smiles in my repertoire…. MIL cooked meals, Pampered Chef parties, office charity auctions, etc… but even I’d be hard put to look happy unwrapping that.

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Who doesn’t want to visit that?

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Maine. Land of lobster, rugged coastal shores and more than a few quirky tourist attractions.

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Next time I’m in Bangor, I’m totally going to see that!

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A wall of sardine cutting scissors? Count me in!

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This is an oddity I’ve always meant to see, but never have.

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A concrete slab to keep her soul imprisoned? Mary sounds like my type of gal.

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I think I have to try it. Heck, I wiggle and wobble after a few margaritas…. we should get along fine.

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An exhibit no one needs to see.

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I saw this article the other day and it was like a train wreck. You know you shouldn’t look… but you can’t help yourself.

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Yes, a fatberg.

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A half a mile long fatberg to be exact.

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I’m sorry, but who in their right mind flushes fat down the toilet!

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See? Fatberg…. it’s a word. And I’m totally using it the next time we play Scrabble.

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The London museum has a fatberg exhibit?

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Of course they do.

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Alcohol. It’s not just for cocktail glasses anymore….

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I’ve always loved dinosaurs. As a child my favorite place in the whole world was under the skeleton of a T Rex at the Museum of Natural History in NYC. So imagine my delight when I discovered these…

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So what, you say? Gummy dinosaurs are no big deal… tis true.

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But winosaurs? That’s booze, candy and dinosaurs all in one place! A little slice of heaven right there.

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And booze filled Hallmarks?

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I’m also very down with those.

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