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March Date Thursday August 31, 2006 March Day 76

Good Day to all March to Yorktown followers and supporters ~

The day dawns overcast with low clouds but the forecast is good....no rain and with possible sunshine for our day's journey from Princeton to Trenton, approximately 11 miles.

David calls a 6:00 am reveille and our little garden camp is taken down and stored in Martha's hold. We are joined by the Ricciardi family replete in their scout uniforms....Peter, Ramona and son Peter Paul were among the scouts that joined us back in Pompton and they have come back for more.

We all join hands and pray again for our safety and His guidance on the day's journey.
As the marchers begin on Stockton St, Route 206, Ramona, Keleigh and Rose take a smaller carriage and scout the day's road with destination at the Old Barracks in Trenton. We establish that the army will be able to pass safely and that the Washington rig is expected at the Barracks, complete with reserved parking just outside the barricade. We return to Martha at the Morven house and she is soon on the road.

First stop at the half-way point, is the Presbyterian Church of Laurenceville, known now as the town of Maidenhead, NJ. We are to meet Jean Hultgren of the W3R and DAR there for a noon meal and the troop is ahead of schedule. The camp followers find them at a local establishment across from the church, apparently taking advantage of the ease of the day's march. We also find Dana and Zack being interviewed by local Channel19, complete with cameraman and reporter!!

Jean arrives at the church across the street, accompanied by Bill Agress and his son of the Laurenceville Historical Society. Bill is in full kit, portraying Superior Court Justice Brearley and does a fine job in his interpretation. We tour the graveyard and are served a most satisfying lunch of a local British derived delicacy called "Hoagies" in the churchyard garden. Many portraits are taken and the troop begins the additional miles to the Barracks.

The marchers report that enroute, a most enthusiastic lady exits her home as they pass, waving the Betsy Ross flag and giving quite vocal encouragement. They oblige with hats off and bowed waists at this fine homestead. At the impressive Washington Monument on Brunswick Avenue, the marchers are met by the Old Barracks Fife and Drum Corps and are escorted with musick and our colours down Warren and LaFayette Streets into the gounds of the Old Barracks itself. The group and all accompaniers stand at attention as the Fife and Drum Corps continues entertaining. On the troops' dismissal, we are welcomed by Rich Patterson and given a tour of this well maintained facility dating from the French and Indian Wars. Zack can hardly contain his excitement, knowing he will be allowed to sleep in the barracks tonight.

We are visited by Tech Sgt Joe D. from McGuire Air Force Base, whose fortune it was to be a passerby when the entourage entered this city of Trenton. He was on his way to pick up his wife, with a newly purchased bottle of Hessian wine when he felt compelled to "detour" into the barracks. He presented this wine to Captain Mike, along with his best wishes and encouragement for the army's journey south.

As the troops rest and aquaint themselves with home for this night, Rich Patterson and his staff build a fire in the courtyard and prepare a beef stew for our dinner. This is accompanied by loaves of fine bread baked daily in the Barrack's outdoor ovens. We dine outdoors at a long wooden table set up near the now waning fire.

It has been a fine day.....the sun and many other blessings has shone upon us.

As the group chats about the day's events, it is relayed to me that the group stopped at a mural in progress on the side of a downtown building, about 2 blocks from the Barracks. Seems the artist was well at work on a painting of the Trenton Courthouse in the 18th century, depicting the reading of the Declaration of Independence. The mural included the backs of the colonial listeners as the document is being read, and our marchers stood on the blacktop, blending in with the painted figures, viewed from behind. Seems many portraits of this seredipitous scene were taken by the local followers, apparently none taken by our present group.

C'est dommage.

A demain.
Avec Amour,
Rose