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business. In one of the few reminders that we weren't really back in colonial America, the bellows for the blacksmith’s forge was run by a machine instead of an apprentice standing and pumping for hours at a time to keep the fire hot.
In the powder magazine, where muskets and ammunition were stored, the boys admired the collection of old guns and sabers that hung from the walls while the girls snapped pictures of a blonde-haired cutie who gave us a talk on weaponry.
The kids had asked so many questions that we were running a little behind schedule for the last part of the tour. Track shoes would have helped as we raced through Bruton Parish Church where colonists attended services of the Church of England.
Our group practically tiptoed after they learned that socially prominent citizens of old Williamsburg were buried under their feet beneath the church floor.
Rockefeller Honored
Next was a mad dash to the old capital. We reached the building in time to see the colonial flag come down and our American banner run up to half mast to mark the death of Nelson Rockefeller, benefactor, like his father, of the restoration of colonial Williamsburg.
In the capital, our youngsters tried to find the exact seats where, in a movie the night before, they’d seen George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and Patrick Henry sit as members of Virginia's House of Burgesses.
In the kitchen of the governor's palace, we listened as colonial cooks explained
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