Photography lessons at Plimoth Plantation

We learned a lot, many years ago, during our visit to Plimoth Plantation.

• We learned that Mrs. Dobbin takes sensitivity training VERY seriously and will, in fact, send Savannah storming back to the van to change out of her Redskins t-shirt. 
• We learned...scratch that-we already knew this part...that Savannah can be rebelliously devious after she strolled back into the museum wearing her Letchworth Indians t-shirt. 
• We discovered, unlike Joan and Geri who delighted in the interactions with period-appropriate staff, that Savannah, Sydney and I would run screaming from anyone wearing breeches, loincloth, or funny hats as well as anyone who adopted the phrases "thee," "thou," or "mayhap" into their everyday vernacular. 
• And finally, we learned that Sydney takes the worst pictures EVER. "But what about the elephant picture at the zoo," Sydney protested (again and again and again), "You said that one would have won awards." "What does Daddy tell you all the time," I reminded her, "Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in awhile." So on this particularly rare occasion, we trusted Sydney to take a picture to include Savannah and I situated in front of the historical background landscape of Plimoth Plantation. Instead, she managed to chronicle my and Savannah's disgust that she was pointing the camera at us rather than to include the scene we wanted to record for posterity. Finally, Savannah wrestled the camera away from her sister to capture our intended shot. Sydney, obviously, forgot to say "cheese."