I’ve been to Boston a couple of tiimes, and spent a few days in rural areas with small towns and white steeples dotting the countryside in snowy winter.
It sounds so lovely. I was born in just one of those towns, but my family moved from Massachusetts when I was an infant. We went back a couple times to visit, but I was too young to remember much. Someday I am going back when I have the time to search the old cemeteries for my ancestors.
A church in Sudbury, in what looks to be springtime.....
Beautiful pic there ... one of those old fences in the foreground ... many of those in the rural landscape ... love them things ... simple, graceful ... some of them must be 200 years old and more.
The little town I spent a few days near on that wintry long ago was Williamsburg ... classic little burg it was, too.
My father was a “colonial” church architect specializing in restorations; churches, such as this, were often inspirations for churches he designed (I spent many hours w/him as he precisely measured these old treasures). Bil
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
Additionally, the Old North Church makes its entrance in the very next stanza:
He said to his friend, “If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the NorthChurch tower as a signal light,
One, if by land, and two, if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm.”