I just returned from a few days in Colonial Williamsburg for the Southeastern Association of Law Libraries Annual Meeting. I learned while I was in Colonial Williamsburg, that it is now a felony to refer to Colonial Williamsburg as just Williamsburg. It’s true. They put you in the stocks in the village common if they overhear you forgetting the word Colonial in front of Williamsburg.
I immediately appreciated the tall hardwood trees and rolling hills that are my favorite feature of the Mid Atlantic states. Colonial Williamsburg is still colonially beautiful.
The conference was a success, in my humble opinion. After all, the success of any professional meeting can be judged by whether or not the cops are called at some point in time.
On a sidenote, I picked up a copy of A Land as God Made It: Jamestown and the Birth of America by James Horn (director of the John D. Rockefeller Jr. Library at the Colonial Williamsburg Foundation) and I haven’t put it down since I have gotten home. It is a great book discussing an era of history that most people assume knowledge of based on the film Pocahontas (or Avatar: Part I, as I call it). Fortunately, this book is slightly better researched. Also, I have been meaning to learn more about the historical development of the Tidewater Virginia colonies because a significant portion of family tree came to the United States via the Virginia Tidewater colonies in the late 17th and early 18th centuries. When I purchased this book, the cashier at the book store told me that James Horn has a new book on the lost colony at Roanoke, that historians now say is the preeminent work on what happened to those people. It is called A Kingdom Strange: The Brief and Tragic History of the Lost Colony of Roanoke and it is an understatement to say that I am overly excited to read it next. To understand how excited I am to read it, you have to understand how fascinated I have been with the lost colony of Roanoke ever since I was in elementary school. It absolutely is one of my favorite historical mysteries, and you have to understand – there is nothing I live more than a good historical mystery. I forsee many conversations about lost colonies in North Carolina in my future…