{"id":193,"date":"2018-09-07T11:50:00","date_gmt":"2018-09-07T11:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2018\/09\/07\/wandering-through-old-sturbridge-village\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T23:07:46","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T23:07:46","slug":"wandering-through-old-sturbridge-village","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2018\/09\/07\/wandering-through-old-sturbridge-village\/","title":{"rendered":"Wandering Through Old Sturbridge Village"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Covered<\/a><\/div>\n

Dusty roads, New England clapboard houses, covered bridges, sheep and pigs and oxen, cookies, candy and pictures of the past. I have written before about my love for Old Sturbridge Village, a living history museum in Sturbridge, Massachusetts. You can see those posts here<\/a> and here<\/a>. However many times I visit I am always happy to go again. My brother texted me last week and asked if I wanted to meet him and his family for an afternoon of wandering and chatting. I promptly canceled all my plans and took an afternoon off.<\/p>\n

\"Bixby<\/a><\/div>\n
\"Bixby<\/a><\/div>\n
\"Old<\/a><\/div>\n

I didn’t actually take that many photos because I was busy talking to my sister-in-law and because my nephew, like most children his age, does not stay in one place for too long. The nice thing about visiting a place I have gone to so many times is that it doesn’t matter if I miss things. I will always go again; probably soon because Celia was distinctly irritated that I went while she was in school. We wanted to go all summer but the summer has been so ridiculously hot that I could never muster up the enthusiasm necessary for wandering around in the heat and humidity. This day, however, was the one day of reasonable temperatures for the whole week–or maybe the whole summer.<\/p>\n

\"Old<\/a><\/div>\n
\"Old<\/a><\/div>\n

I don’t see a lot of my brother and his family, we live just too far apart to make getting together easy, so it was nice to spend a quiet afternoon together. Somehow, walking into Sturbridge Village, where life was slower and quieter, forces me to take a deep breath and relax. For a few brief hours, nothing mattered except following a child as he ran from place to place and chatting together. Life should be like that more often.<\/p>\n

\"Old<\/a><\/div>\n
\"Salem<\/a><\/div>\n

Is there a place full of memories for you that you return to again and again?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dusty roads, New England clapboard houses, covered bridges, sheep and pigs and oxen, cookies, candy and pictures of the past. I have written before about my love for Old Sturbridge Village, a living history museum in Sturbridge, Massachusetts. You can see those posts here and here. However many times I visit I am always happy to go again. My brother texted me last week and asked if I wanted to meet him and his family for an afternoon of wandering and chatting. I promptly canceled all my plans and took an afternoon off. I didn’t actually take that many photos because I was busy talking to my sister-in-law and because my nephew, like most children his age, does not stay in one place for too long. The nice thing about visiting a place I have gone to so many times is that it doesn’t matter if I miss things. I will always go again; probably soon because Celia was distinctly irritated that I went while she was in school. We wanted to go all summer but the summer has been so ridiculously hot that I could never muster up the enthusiasm necessary for wandering around in the heat and humidity. This day, however, was the one day of reasonable temperatures for the whole week–or maybe the whole summer. I don’t see a lot of my brother and his family, we live just too far apart to make getting together easy, so it was nice to spend a quiet afternoon together. Somehow, walking into Sturbridge Village, where life was slower and quieter, forces me to take a deep breath and relax. For a few brief hours, nothing mattered except following a child as he ran from place to place and chatting together. Life should be like that more often. Is there a place full of memories for you that you return to again and again?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1429,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-193","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-a-day-out"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/193","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=193"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/193\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2656,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/193\/revisions\/2656"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1429"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=193"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=193"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=193"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}