I saw white hair, with a white mustache, and a green Timberland t-shirt. Three strikes, that’s my Dad!!! Then we saw her dad and our mothers. Confused, we jumped up thinking they’d come to pick us up a stop too soon. Then we saw them in line to board.
The mothers joined us on the train and road the five minutes to our destination. We giggled the whole time. It was a good surprise.
All day we giggled, which was a nice feeling compared to the sadness that permeated our day yesterday. We girls had been so excited to go to Salem Massachusetts and visit the witch museums and see the sites.
The first museum was fine. The cemetery was fine. In fact we enjoyed viewing 200+ year old grave stones and marveling at how similar it was to Disney but without the shiny plastic, this was an authentic haunted cemetery complete with giant old trees and falling stones. The architecture was beautiful and there was a red line to follow as we walked the streets in a picturesque New England town.
Did you know that Salem is actually Salem town, and it was Salem village where the witch hunt actually took place. Salem Village has since changed its name to Danvers. The second museum, was too realistic of a retelling for me. The sadness of a community turning on it self and murdering 19 of it’s own members was overwhelming. We all felt it and we all were ready to leave.