A visit to the Al-cot house

After years of much discussion and no action, Mom, Elizabeth and I finally visited the Lousia May Alcott house.

 

The tour guide pronounced Lousia's last name "All-cot" whereas I say "Al-cot", but since it can be ever so hard to teach an old dog new tricks, I will continue to say "Al-cot".

I do believe I just referred to myself as a dog.

We had a little difficulty finding LMA's house because the house we thought was her house had a sign out front stating in no uncertain terms that it was closed for the season. I insisted that we were not at the correct house because 1) I had checked the website and, according to the calendar, it was indeed after April 1st  when the house was to be open and 2) I knew from driving by her house on previous occasions that she did NOT live in a pink house. Mom insisted that it must be her house because the sign outside the door said "home of Louisa May Alcott and Nathaniel Hawthorne". Elizabeth had no clue either way so all she did was make occasional comments about the rain which were hardly helpful. To solve the problem, we used our lifeline and called Carol for help. She hopped on something called the internet and pointed us in the right direction, which happened to be 100 feet down the road. In the end, both Mom and I were right. LMA did live in the closed house for a while, but the house we wanted to visit was not pink. 

The house was much larger than I was expecting, but it was still quite cozy on the inside. The only picture I took of the inside was of their breakfast table(of course I had to take a picture of the food!) before Tour Guide Jamie declared it a no-picture zone.

We then went to the Minuteman National Park visitor center because yesterday was a big day in American history. We just so happened to be visiting Lexington and Concord on the very anniversary of the day the Revolutionary War began. It was nothing short of a miraculous historical coincidence.