I stepped in and found myself with a school tour consisting of young children. It was both helpful and a little frustrating that a docent was lecturing on the Iron Age with a somewhat Socratic method asking questions to which he wanted a particular answer that became somewhat painful at times with all the raised hands and wrong answers. At one point when he asked what they thought little children like them might have hunted, I whispered, "rabbits . . . rabbits . . . rabbits!" A little girl turned to look at me like I was some kind of idiot just as the docent said, "Of course we all know there were no rabbits in Britain until the Romans brought them."
|Please note what is on the shield to the right. Yes. Rabbits.|
And I learned that Celtic cauldrons hung from the ceiling which gave me a really spooky feeling as I asked the docent (after all the children had left) if that was the kind of cauldron envisioned in the story of Rhiannon and her son (Pryderi)? "You mean in the Mabinogion? Why yes, it would be." Take that, little girl!
Then I found an exhibit under construction which is to be representation of a medieval court of Llewlyn the Great!
|It took less time to build a castle in the Middle Ages|
Having already seen the other exhibits and scheduled to return in August, I bought my bara brith and was off to Newport.
I'm really glad I went. Tredegar House of the Morgan Family is one of the grandest great house I've seen outside a palace.
I'm usually not overly impressed with great houses derived from all the exploited riches bearing down on the poor. but then I found I was one of the family. . . .
|Vaughan Armorial, second window to the right of the front door|
|Music corner of formal parlor|
|Not bad for a fireplace|
The downstairs was more interesting than the fancy rooms up. They had a kitchen for cooking,
a pastry kitchen,
a cold meat room,
and a whole room just for the scullery maids with a raised step at the sinks so they didn't have to stand in water all day.
Eventually, I made it to Newport Centre which is downtown Newport not to be confused with the music venue. I went into the library and museum which was a really great one! It made up for no artifacts at St. Fagan's. And it was all my roots from pre-history on!
the Megalithic to Iron ages,
|(been there, done that) Please note the drop spindle for all my wool friends!|
|A mosaic floor uncovered at Caerwent.|
And on down through history including the Newport Rising (which is what I had come for, not to rise, but to honor.)
|We could still use No. 5 in the US|
(that one was for you, Wyoming!)
Then I ran into some interesting characters.
|The pair of LDS Missionaries other than the ones I had my Facebook picture with.|
I drove all the way back to the bunkhouse without hitting a single rabbit.
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