It's the end of an era as I know it: I just gave the last official school tour at the historic house for my own kiddos! Two years ago, I conducted an in-class visit at school and then led their class around house, talking about daily life in the colonial era (I think we strung up dried apples--it was before we changed that to making butter.) Today, we talked about the Revolutionary War using both the house and My Brother Sam is Dead, a book they read about two brothers in Connecticut. Their class is so bright, curious, enthusiastic, and chatty group--I veered off track several times (usually when they asked a question.) But we had fun. It hadn't started to rain yet, so they were able to play Graces and other games outside, plus the stenciling, paper cutting (papyrotamia), and seed packet activities we have.
A funny thing happened on the way to the tour. I was picking up lunches for Sis and Bud at the deli and talking to the "deli lady" about butter, which she was scooping out. A voice behind me said to me, "Don't you make that yourself?" See, I was in costume. I replied, "I definitely know how to--and I'll be doing that in about an hour!" Okay, so that's the third grade tour in the fall, but he didn't know that. Usually people just ignore my full colonial garb when I go to the deli or the coffeeshop or pizza place on tour days. Nice to be noticed for a change.
Especially on this special day.