Who, you ask?

Whad'ya mean "who's Virginia Dare?"



What are you, some kind of half a moron or something? Well, in spite of your obvious lack of a basic elementary education in American History and a clearly inferior intellect, we will explain just what led us on the search for Virginia Dare and exactly who she was.



In 1587, a group of approximately 115 English settlers, including women and children, landed on the beach of what is now known as Roanoke Island, NC. When supplies ran low shortly after their arrival, John White, their leader and Grandfather of Virginia Dare, the first English child to be born on American soil, decided to make the trip back to England for assistance. Due to the fact that most of England's ships were fully engaged in defending the country from possible invasion by Spain, his return was delayed and when he finally arrived back at the island, all trace of the colonists were gone, but for the word CROATAN, carved into a tree.



In the last 400 years, many theories have been presented as to just what may have happened to the colonists; from their being beset upon by a nearby tribe of Croatan Indians, to an epidemic illness, to the following (and our personal favorite) so eloquently offered by our own "George Martyn". On a scorching August day at Roanoke, similar to one the colonists may have experienced, he sagely surmised, "Ya know what?! I know what happened to those people. I think they packed up and left this place because it's too f@#king hot!"



Likely as "George's" well thought out hypothesis would seem to be, our human curiosity compels us to dig deeper into the mystery of the disappearance of these brave pioneers. It is therefore that we dedicate this year's vacation to discovering...............



"Where, Oh Where, is Virginia Dare?"



email us at: lookingforvirginia@gmail.com

Monday, August 9, 2010

Monday's Breakfast




George got our breakfast started on Monday. Wenefrid and Agnes pitched in too. The toast was prepared by Peter. He was exhausted after all that work. Everything tasted great.

There is always something that happens, with everything we do. This morning, George was almost attacked by a spider in the kitchen. You've never seen a big man move that fast! Amazing. Don't worry, the rest of us rescued him and Peter killed the spider. We decided to spare everyone from looking at the flattened spider and did not photograph the corpse.


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