{"id":1352,"date":"2012-05-29T15:10:49","date_gmt":"2012-05-29T19:10:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=1352"},"modified":"2012-05-29T15:10:51","modified_gmt":"2012-05-29T19:10:51","slug":"touring-boone-hall-plantation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=1352","title":{"rendered":"Touring Boone Hall Plantation"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Last week, I began writing a post about our field trip to Boone Hall Plantation<\/a>, but my narrative of the bus ride<\/a> there ultimately took on a life and a post of its own. So today, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll share about our time at the plantation.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>As we neared the plantation that morning, it began raining. Fortunately for me, for probably the first time in my entire life, I actually remembered an umbrella at an opportune time. This proved to be especially fortuitous when, after driving through the long entranceway to the plantation lined with large live oaks, we were asked to board an open trailer hitched to a tractor for a ride around the plantation.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>The seats were soaked, and of course there wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t anything remotely towel-like in sight. At least I had my umbrella, however, as it rained for the ride\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s duration. The kids weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t especially thrilled about the wet ride, but the adults were even less so, except for the teachers whose job it is to act as if they are thrilled to be sitting on wet seats being rained upon since it is all in the pursuit of higher learning (I know this from personal and professional experience). I, on the other hand, spent the ride thankful at least for my umbrella, which kept another chaperone and myself quite a bit drier than we would have otherwise been. However, I was a bit concerned about the purse the chaperone next to me was sitting on to avoid getting her pants soaked. I didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t blame her one bit for sitting on it.<\/p>\n

But y\u00e2\u20ac\u2122all, that was a seriously cute purse.<\/p>\n

After the tractor tour, we toured the slave quarters, our tell-tale wet derri\u00c3\u00a8res bringing up the rear.<\/p>\n

Sorry.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>This may have been my favorite part of the tour (the slave quarters, not the tell-tale wet derri\u00c3\u00a8res), despite the fact that we had to rush though it for time\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sake.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>A row of small one-room brick homes line one side of the drive that leads to the main home of the plantation. Each room is appointed differently, addressing a different theme in the lives of slaves.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>In one room, a woman sat making sweetgrass baskets. It was fascinating to watch her work. I asked her a couple of questions about learning to make the baskets (in summary: expect sore fingers and eventually calluses, and the younger you learn the better) and then had to move on with the group, but I could have stayed the afternoon in that house.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>We moved from the slave homes to the \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Exploring the Gullah Culture\u00e2\u20ac\u009d presentation, which was held inside a small caf\u00c3\u00a9 instead of its normal outdoor theater location. The woman who gave the presentation was very engaging, and it was quite informative. Probably the only thing that detracted from the presentation was the fact that it was lunchtime, so I was extremely hungry at that point, and behind her were signs touting Boone Hall\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s homemade ice cream.<\/p>\n

I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m just saying.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>The final part of our trip was a tour of the main house, rebuilt in 1936 by Canadians rightly looking for a place to flee the cold for at least part of the year. My favorite detail of the home\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s exterior is the carriage stoop that remains in front.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>A large part of the exterior beauty of the house is really in the surrounding gardens, particularly in the front of the house.<\/p>\n

Apparently, the ingenuous owner found a way to harness the power of the tides in a nearby creek to power the house. This made me wonder why I couldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be one of those people that actually invents something highly useful. If I had been the owner of that house, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d have been living in darkness. Let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s put it this way: If the world was filled with people like me, we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d all still be rubbing sticks together to start our fires. In all honesty, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not even sure we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d have candles yet.<\/p>\n

So anyway.<\/p>\n

The tour of the main house really only covers four rooms on the first floor, so it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not as extensive as some of the house tours out there, but what we saw was interesting and just as informative as the Gullah presentation. Unfortunately but understandably, pictures are not allowed inside the house itself.<\/p>\n

All in all, I highly recommend Boone Hall Plantation to anyone who has an interest in plantations, the Lowcountry, slave history or Gullah culture in the Charleston area. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d really like to go back someday, actually, because our time there was somewhat rushed.<\/p>\n

I wish I could say that the ride home was uneventful, but we did have the token puker midway back. I am happy if somewhat guilt-ridden to report that I had the exceedingly good fortune to not be the chaperone sitting closest to the poor child with motion sickness, so I was able to direct all of my mental fortitude toward staying awake and refraining from imagining the luxuries of a bus with functioning restrooms.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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