All that you need to travel to an new place is some time. By that I mean you decide that nothing is happening there and it’s so ho-hum that you stay away for a few years. For my wife and I that was what happened with Lexington, Massachusetts. You know Minutemen and such. I topped this post with a photo I took the other day of the Minuteman statue. But pretty much opposite it on the grass besides where the Minutemen had mustered was a small plaque honoring Prince Estabrook, a black Minuetman who was wounded in the fighting that day. A Park service site I read stated that between twenty to forty of the Colonial Minutemen who fought on Battle Road that day were of African American or Native American descent. Last time I had visited there had been no mention of that.
Further along there was a new, to me, installation of art celebrating women I’m including an associated program notice in the following gallery.
So you don’t have to travel too far to find the new and interesting sometimes it develops just where you don’t suspect…where you think you know all about it.
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One of my heroes — Sara Josepha Hale — was from Boston and she organized women to create/establish the Bunker Hill Monument. A little part of me always wanted to go see it. Where history is concerned? We don’t know nearly as much as we think we do. That’s one reason it’s always interested me so much. I love this post and the horse of a different color.
There were a number of horses about town all painted or decorated differently. One was covered in mosaic tile. Unfortunately I did not get photos of them, darn!
That rainbow horse is stunning!