Originally I had planned for us to visit Onancock VA the next day but my mom thought we should work our way up the Eastern Shore and catch Cape Charles VA the next day after we checked out of our hotel.
And since this trip was about being spontaneous and just enjoying each other's company we headed to the stop originally set for Sunday.
The only thing I had planned for Onancock was Ker Place and dinner on the water at a local restaurant in a historical old store.
We scoped out the dinner spot first and told the waitress at the front that we would be back later that day (I'm not sure she believed us because she kind of gave us a funny look). In all honesty I original thought the store still existed and that the restaurant was just an extension of it! So when we walked in I was a bit disappointed that there was no shop!
We drove back down the street to park near Ker House. Again because this trip was all about being spontaneous (well at least as spontaneous as I can get considering I plan everything down to the suitcases) I had not done a lot of research on the place with the exception of location, the times they would be open and the cost of touring. I had no idea who the Ker family were.
But I do like history ( just not the reading it in books kind of history lol). I like seeing the places people talk about in books rather then trying to envision it in my head.
Our tour guide was a sweet lady and very informative but half way through the tour (which was pretty long lol) I could tell my family were getting bored.
Salt!!
This room reminded me so much of my grandmothers dining room. Not so much the architecture but the furniture and the China.
A silverware case!
The wine "cooler".
Spice rack!
Not sure if the doll was suppose to depict a slave, but I do think we took our tour guide by surprise when we arrived. Not sure many blacks frequent the area (or the house). I kept getting the impression that she felt she had to apologize for mentioning slaves. The thing about my family is that it not something we shy away from and we were not insulted. I appreciate the fact that she even knew any history of it since sometimes its something that is swept under the rugs.
My mom even made a point of telling her that we had a relative who was a Union soldier who was honored with a plaque in our hometown and was highlighted at one of the welcome centers in Yorktown (near the battlefield).
This old sewing machine definitely reminded me of my grandmother!!
Apparently there was a Blueberry Festival that weekend on the Chincoteague Island. On a whim we decided to ride the 30 extra minutes set to check things out!
