From one Battle to Another
On the History Highway, Day 15
ARLINGTON, Virginia— In Fredericksburg this morning, we went by the battlefield visitor center and picked up some maps and brochures to inform our driving tour of the battlefield park. Ken made the unfortunate mistake of answering "no" when the eager volunteer asked him if he knew anything about the battles that took place in and around Fredericksburg. Fifteen minutes and a thorough briefing later, we escaped with a well-marked map to ensure we didn't miss the site of even one minor skirmish.
Strategically situated midway between the wartime capitols of Washington and Richmond, Fredericksburg was highly prized by both sides and saw some of the fiercest fighting of the Civil War. Over a period of 18 months, four major battles were fought in the area at a cost of more than 105,000 casualties. The city itself wasn't spared either, sustaining significant property and structural damage from the bombardment.
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Exhibit at Fredericksburg Battlefield Visitor Center |
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Ferry Farm |
Washington's mother, Mary Ball Washington, also retains quite a presence in Fredericksburg, where she lived from 1772 until her death in 1789 in a home purchased for her by George. Though we did not have time to visit it, the Mary Washington home is operated as a historic museum and is said to house antique furnishings belonging to the family.
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Mary Washington House |
The University of Mary Washington, Mary Washington Hospital, and numerous other entities in Fredericksburg immortalize the name of the mother of the Father of our Country. Mary Washington is buried near Kenmore, the Fredericksburg estate of her daughter Betty. Kenmore is also open for public tours.
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Mary Washington Monument |
In the afternoon we took the driving tours of the Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania battlefield parks before stopping to search for some letterboxes at the Spotsylvania Confederate Cemetery. We were able to locate the seven boxes in the cemetery, as well as a surprising visitor to the Logan mausoleum. (Click the photo to see who was inside.)
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Logan mausoleum, Spotsylvania Confederate Cemetery |
With our full kitchen, a little grocery shopping was in order. Even though we were tired, we needed sustenance, so we located a Harris Teeter in Pentagon Row, a nearby shopping center. After entering the underground parking garage, we noticed a parking pay station near the elevator and this sign.
Ticket? What ticket? When we drove into the parking area, the gate was up and we did not notice the ticket dispenser. No problem. We walked over to the entrance to obtain our EASY PAY ticket.
Except that no matter how many times we punched the button, without the weight of our car there, the machine would not respond with a ticket. Of course, we couldn't drive the car there because there was a gate preventing us from reaching this spot in our vehicle.
No problem. The pay kiosk had a phone number we could call, so we did. First Ken tried. The person who answered the phone told him, "Yoo moost glebtra zeus bweking sangste anden ah woo deeb yoo teekeet." For some reason, Ken didn't know how to proceed based on this direction. I tried three times with the same result. On the third call, the attendant became frustrated and hung up on me.
What to do? There was an after hours number on the kiosk so we tried it. The guy who answered the phone had only a mild accent. Now we'd get somewhere.
Me: We are visitors to the Washington area and are trapped in your parking garage at Pentagon Row. The gate was open when we entered and we didn't realize we needed to get a ticket. We've tried calling the attendant on duty but we cannot understand what she is saying because of her heavy accent. We need to know how to obtain a ticket so we can get out of the garage.
Parking Guy: So, what's the problem?
OK. Maybe he didn't understand English as well as he spoke it. He transferred me to someone's voice mail. Perfect. Perhaps we'd get a call back and find out how to get out tomorrow, or maybe Monday.
Finally, it was time for the dummy method. Forget using common sense. Just try any desperate means you can think of. So we cornered a young fellow rounding up grocery carts in the garage, told him our situation, and asked if he knew where we could get help. Suppressing a smile, he pointed us to the parking office. Whether he was trying not to laugh because I was so dramatically overwrought or because he knew the parking office would be closed at 7:55 p.m., we're not sure. However, a sign outside the locked office did notify us that one of the garage's exits did have an attendant.
Forgetting our groceries, we drove to said exit where we discovered a testy attendant who told us, "I tale yoo ven yoo cullee beefod I geevy yoo teekeet." She handed us a ticket, and we paid our bail.
"Step on it!" I urged, and Ken did.
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Beware Colonial Parking |
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
"So, what's the problem?"
Colonial Parking representative's response when we told him we were trapped in garage
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Spotsylvania Confederate Cemetery |
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Spotsylvania Confederate Cemetery |
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Kenmore Estate (home of Betty Washington and husband ) |