Sunday, July 13, 2014

Valley Forge

A couple weeks ago, I explored Valley Forge.

I have to be honest:  I don't remember much of what I learned about Valley Forge in U.S. History in high school  (my clearest memory is that my teacher reminded me of Mr. Magoo).  I do recall the story of the harsh winter and a lot of soldiers dying.

I learned quite a bit on my visit.  After the British captured Philadelphia in September of 1777, General George Washington retreated with his army of about 12,000 soldiers  to Valley Forge, about 18 miles west.  The site was strategically chosen on the western bank of the Schuykill River (this is pronounced skoolkill, but people say it so fast, it often sounds like skoocull) to prevent British troops from pushing farther into Pennsylvania.  The Americans were never challenged at Valley Forge, but it became their winter camp from December of 1777 till June 1778.

Although we've all heard the stories of starving and cold soldiers, that story is oversimplified.  An observer from the New Jersey Gazette reported visiting the camp and finding the soldiers building huts, a bridge over the river, and earthen forts called redoubts.  The observer stated that the soldiers were singing while they worked.  Most of the 2,000 who died in the encampment perished of dysentery, typhoid, and influenza during the spring.  Few died of exposure or starvation.

The months spent at Valley Forge were important to the American Revolution for 2 reasons:
First, in February 1778, a former Prussian General, Baron Friedrich von Steuben arrived in Valley Forge to train the colonial troops, with the result being a well-trained physically fit army.  Second, France recognized the United States as an independent country in May of 1778, and sent troops to help the Americans.  Together, the two events made the winter and spring in Valley Forge the turning point in the war.

The Valley Forge encampment was not preserved, and when George Washington returned 10 years later, found no trace of it.  The recreation of the site did not begin until 1877, 100 years after the encampment.


Reconstructions of the mud huts the soldiers lived in:





Interior of the mud huts.  These tiny buildings held 12 bunks:



General Anthony Wayne, one of the commanders at Valley Forge (and for whom the city of Fort Wayne, Indiana and many others were named):



Anthony Wayne was known to be eccentric and capricious, earning the nickname, "Mad Anthony Wayne."  He was singled out as a hero at the Battle of Monmouth.

Finally, the Memorial Arch, built in 1917.





Sunday, July 6, 2014

Lancaster County

Hello, everyone!  I have been out taking pictures every weekend, but my vertigo, which comes and goes, exhausts me, so I spend less time online.  More tests to come!  For now, I am in physical therapy, hoping to learn how to stop it when it starts, or at least cope with it.

Since I last posted, I bought a wonderful camera, and I love the quality of the photos!

Today I drove to eastern Lancaster County.  Going back to my lessons in how to speak Pennsylvanian, Lancaster is pronounce LAN-cuss-ter, with the middle "a" sounding somewhere between the "u" in custard and the "i" in Kiss.  

Lancaster County is home to many Amish people, and the movie, Witness, was filmed there.  After visiting, I will probably watch it again tonight!

I read on the PA tourism site that State Road 23 through Lancaster County is a beautiful drive and only an hour from home, so I headed that way.  State Road 23 starts in western Lancaster County and goes all the way to Philadelphia.  The city of Lancaster itself deserves its own separate entry, and I will spend some time there in the next couple weeks.  

I saw my first Amish horse and buggy since I've been in PA.  I considered taking pictures of them, but thought it might be disrespectful.  

Traveling east from Lancaster, I drove through several smaller towns, then into farm country on these beautiful rolling hills.

This is outside New Holland, PA.  I have always thought of mountains as being too rocky for farmland, but obviously not.  It's clear from this picture that at some point, you cannot grow crops in the mountains.



This picture is across the road from the one above.  I love the silos in the middle of the hills.


Anxious to take more pictures, I found a side road that headed into the hills.  Although it wasn't marked, it was a private road into a farm.  No one was home (thankfully).  But ever since Field of Dreams, I have been fascinated by cornfields.  I really want to walk through a corn field when the stalks are taller than I.   Of course, I didn't, but I managed to take pictures of the rows of corn.  My mother used to say that corn should be "knee-high by the 4th of July." I found that to be true in Michigan, Indiana, and Illinois.  Corn season is much earlier here, and is already being sold on roadside stands.


One last photo, just because I love this picture.


Have a wonderful week!