Seventy Three Days
This is a story of survival and perserverence, written in the Chesapeak Bay Retriever newsletter. I was given permission to share this wonderful story by Chris Shannon, a client of mine and one of the rescuers of this very lucky dog.
Jake, an 11 year old Chesapeake Bay Retriever, was alone and trailing his leash behind him in the hills near Wenatchee, WA for seventy-three days. Sometimes it was sunny, sometimes he faced a bitterly cold rain or snow.
It was not the first time Jake had been left alone to fend for himself. He had been picked up by animal control staff from a condemned home where he had been left to live under deplorable conditions since his owner became ill. He was undernourished and afraid. But it was during his transfer to a CBR Rescue foster home where his life took one more turn for the worse. He was scared, he pulled loose from his transporter, and he ran through a busy intersection and up a highway onramp with every bit of energy he had left.
Word spread throughout the area through both traditional print and social media outlets, prompting scores of people to be on the lookout for Jake. There were several sightings but it was not until almost two weeks after his escape that confirmation came that Jake had settled in a small canyon near the highway. He had apparently been subsisting on a roadkill deer carcass and was even more desperately thin. Once there was confirmation of his location, two local women who NW Regional Director Carol Williams calls “Jake’s Angels” and one Washington-based CBR Rescue volunteer took on the challenge of catching Jake.
Mary and Chris (and Chrisʼ husband Mike) kept an eye on him and made sure he had fresh water and nutritious food each day. They lost sight of him more than once when he moved to new locations, but they never gave up on the search. When a traditional trap didn’t work, a “Missy” style trap was purchased and set up.
They kept track of Jake using a motion sensor
Despite their efforts, the only thing the trap caught was a cat. Jake was too smart to be lured in. A motion sensor wildlife camera helped make sure he was coming in to feed each evening. No matter what the obstacle, Mary and Chris continued to make sure Jake had clean water and warm, nutritious food twice each day. He received warm bacon, roast beef, and kibble. Sometimes stir-fry steak strips with a side of kibble. Rib bones heated slightly because “he doesn’t like them cold” were also on his regular menu along with his favorite spaghetti and meatballs. Without all of the people who helped save him, Jake would never have survived 73 days alone in the wilderness.
After weeks of attempts to entice Jake into one trap or the other, a snare device was deployed. Mary, Chris and Mike crawled through an irrigation canal under the highway and waited for hours each night in the cold and dark to hear the “SNAP” of the snare. November 24, “SNAP”! They caught a cat. November 27, “SNAP”! Another cat. November 28, “SNAP!” and Jake was back in human hands!
Jake’s Angels never gave up. He was finally captured by a Humane Canine Snare system on the Friday after Thanksgiving — the 73rd day after his escape.
Jake happy again in his new home
Jake has since cleaned up nicely! He moved to safety in the foster care of Liz Krizenesky, a CBR Rescue volunteer in NE Washington. A very special thanks to Mary, Chris, Mike and Liz, and to all the folks in Leavenworth and Wenatchee for never giving up on rescuing Jake. There were some pretty special treats under last Christmas’ tree for Jake… a new home! Liz and her husband, Joe, have adopted Jake. They all remain friends with Mary, Chris and Mike.
For information on this rescue group, or to give a donation, contact:
Chesapeake Bay Retriever Relief & Rescue, c/o Carolyn Baughman, Treasurer, P.O. Box 2187, Poquoson, VA 23662
Easter at Grandma Kathys
I grew up in a very modest two and a half bedroom, one bath stucco house that sat just across the street from the elementary school that my sisters and I attended. I never remember my mother or father saying that we didn’t have enough room, enough food, or enough money. They always welcomed friends and family into their home with open arms and an open heart.
For as long as I can remember Easter was a big day for our family. Not necessarily for the religious aspect like it is for many, but more to celebrate new beginnings, of spring that had finally arrived, and a day to spend with friends and family.
Wonderful group of friends and family that gathered for Easter this year
Every Easter my sisters and I would get all dressed up in our new outfits and wait for the relatives to show up so we could go out to hunt for our Easter baskets to see what fun things the bunny brought us that year.
Mom loved taking pictures of us three girls. How nice to be able to look back at these pictures and remember the special memories.
A yester-year picture of my sister Bonnie, me and my cousin Bruce all in our Easter best
After we grew up, married and had children of our own we continued the tradition, all gathering at the family home where we grew up. We all felt so fortunate to be able to share this wonderful tradition with the next generation, in the same house.
My son Ben and niece Christi running to find their Easter eggs
Years went by and our kids grew up. My dad passed away and my mom was no longer able to host the big gatherings so I started having Easter at my house.
Group shot of friends and family at my house on Easter of 2001
Eventually my sister Kathy moved back into our family home and started hosting Easter again. There were several years that there were no small children so we decided to act like kids :-). One year everyone wore bunny ears
Adults being silly and acting like kids
and one year we had an Easter Bonnet contest.
An Easter Bonnet contest, just for fun!
As the second generation grew up and married, along came one baby, then two, then before we knew it there was a whole group of new kids in the family! Now my sister Kathy has never been married or had children of her own, but all the kids and grandkids have always called her “Grandma Kathy” and she truly is their special Grandma!
Grandma Kathy coloring Easter eggs over the years with LJ and his little brother Declan
And it makes the holiday all the more fun having all the little kids again!
Two new arrivals for 2012. My daughter Heather with son LJ, with Christina and her son Oliver
Enjoying the beautiful spring weather of Easter 2013
Cousin Bruce with family, and little Declan in 2015
Asher and Declan having a quiet moment in 2016
And the bigger kids having a blast in the bouncy house in 2016
And this year was another successful Easter with kids, family, friends and fun!
Boys, boys and more boys! Braxton & LJ eyeing the chocolate bunny, and Asher, Elliot & Declan checking out the Easter basket. (Photos taken by Jordyn Benson)
Our climbers LJ and Mason in the apricot tree. (Photo taken by Jordyn Benson)
Ava, Oliver and Asher with their Easter baskets. (Photos taken by Jordyn Benson)
The ever present tulips that arrive every Easter, and our newest arrival Mara with mama Grace. (Photos taken by Jordyn Benson)
What a wonderful tradition! We are so fortunate to be able to continue having these special holidays in the same house for generation after generation. Thank you Grandma Kathy for welcoming us into your arms and your heart!
Three generations enjoying Easter at our family home. Top photo was taken in the 1950’s, middle 1980’s, and bottom 2017.
Puerto Vallarta and Yalapa, then and now
After vacationing in Puerto Vallarta last year with my friend Susie, we decided we had to come back again this year. Susie and I have been the closest of friends since preschool. Her husband doesn’t like to travel much so we’ve become great travel partners!
After a harrowing trip from Wenatchee across Stevens Pass, we made it to my apartment in Seattle to spend the night before flying out in the morning. We thought the worse was behind us but in the wee hours of the next morning, we found out that we were still in for a few challenges. I had scheduled the taxi the night before and after calling several times and waiting for him to arrive for about an hour, he informed me during my last conversation with him that he was stuck in the snow and wasn’t coming. Thank goodness for the Uber driver! I gave him a call and he was there in 8 minutes and we were soon on our way to the airport on the snowy, icy roads of Seattle. We discovered that the flight was delayed after all so we were there in plenty of time!
We arrived in sunny Puerto Vallarta and to our condo just in time to have our favorite guacamole and chips and of course an ice cold cerveza as we watched the sun set on beautiful Banderas Bay!
We were blessed this year to see whales and dolphins swimming and playing in the bay below our 11th floor veranda.
A perfect view from our 11th floor veranda to watch the whales, dolphins and stingray in the water below, and the pelicans in flight right in front of us.
It’s always fun to go to the Saturday Market in Old Town. Susie met up with her friend Chantel who sells jewelry made from vintage silverware, and I got a new supply of lotion from Banderas Soap Blends.
Music, bakery goods, arts & crafts, and so much more at the market
We also met up with some other friends of Susies who have the pleasure of staying in PV for several months each year. I totally enjoyed Pam and Zach’s company and the time we spent with them!
Spending some relaxing time along the boardwalk on Playa Los Muertos with Pam and Zach.
One day we all took a bus up the Cuale River to El Rio BBQ for an early supper. What a beautiful spot! And look at those ribs!!!
And this year we decided to go to Yalapa for a day. So we hopped on the bus to Boca where we took the water taxi to Yalapa. It was an exhilarating ride to say the least!
Yalapa today
I was anxious to go because I had been there about 25 years ago. And boy did it bring back memories of that trip so long ago.
My daughter Heather who was 10 at the time and I were with my cousin Bruce along with his wife and son Dustin. And what a wonderful trip that was! It was the first time I had gone to Mexico, well, except for a trip to Tijuana but that’s another story 🙂 and when I totally fell in love with it. I still can’t believe how lucky I have been to be able to see so many different parts of the world on my limited income. This was not the last time I traveled with my cousin Bruce. He is such an inspiration to me and has the same love of traveling. Thank you Bruce for including me on these wonderful adventures of yours! Not everyone would let an out of shape, inexperienced old lady travel with them, but he was such a good sport to let me tag along.
This is what La Cruz looked like when I was there 25 years ago
We rented a little house in La Cruz for a month. La Cruz was just a small fishing village on the northern most point of Banderas Bay, but I hear that it’s grown up so much now that I wouldn’t recognize it. I felt like I had gone back in time to a simpler, more relaxing moment in history. We frequented little cafés like 3 Amigos and Ballena Blanca where the food was so fresh and delicious I can still taste it. The kids walked to the neighborhood grocery store to get an ice cream every day, and I remember how good the granola and yogurt was that we had every morning for breakfast.
The Huichol Indians came down from the mountains one day to sell their crafts. I couldn’t afford to buy much but couldn’t resist getting a small item. I decided on a beaded prayer bowl made from a coconut shell. I have it displayed in my little apartment to this day and think about that trip every time I look at it.
A Huichol prayer bowl similar to the one I purchased.
One morning I woke up early and decided to take a walk before everyone got up. I found myself at a little café and decided to have breakfast. I ordered eggs and toast and a cup of coffee. As I was waiting for my breakfast (a VERY long time compared to US standards) I was smiling and thinking to myself “Are they waiting for the chicken to lay the egg?”. But I wasn’t impatient. As I sipped my delicious Mexican coffee I fell in love with the idea of no hurry, no worry!
Bruce had his sailboat moored at Nuevo Vallarta so we decided to take an excursion to Yalapa which is at the southernmost end of Banderas Bay. As we sailed along, the water got very rough. In fact so rough I was really seasick. Bruce saw a small inlet with a palapa on the beach and a house up on the hill behind it so we pulled in for the night. I will never forget getting off that boat and onto shore with the owner/proprietor greeting us. He was so kind and let us sleep under the palapa for the night. In the morning he made delicious huevos rancheros for all of us. I was joking (kind of) that I was going to marry that man and stay there forever. But alas, we got back on the boat and continued our sail to Yalapa.
Sailboats moored at Yalapa today
Wow! What a cool place this was! Very few people with a few palapas on the beach. There was no electricity in Yalapa and we met a man who had built a solor powered house on the hill behind the beach. He said he spent half the year here and the other half running a café in Alaska. What an amazing life! In the evening we went to the ‘Yacht Club’ to dance. I remember it was a slab of cement close to the beach with a great band playing. My kind of yacht club!
We took a hike up the mountain to the waterfall and a little café. Along the trail was a creek where women were washing their laundry. And the waterfall was beautiful and so refreshing after a long, hot hike!
Beautiful waterfall at Yalapa
On the beach were ladies selling slices of pie. Heather wanted chocolate coconut so that’s what we got. The best pie EVER! And at night we stayed in a thatched covered room along the water. It had a nice stone walled shower in the bathroom that was so refreshing! It was lit with kerosene lanterns and I remember thinking that these were pretty comfortable and modern facilities for an area as remote at this. Well, that is until I was sitting on the steps on the morning we were leaving and watching my room being cleaned and prepared for the next guest. The maid pulled the sheets back and swept the bed before remaking it. She then swept the floor and mopped it with kerosene to keep the critters out. I’m sooo glad I hadn’t seen that before staying there, ha ha!
Pie lady and rooms to rent in Yalapa
Today Yalapa has been discovered by all. Tours leave every day from Puerto Vallarta for guests to spend the day snorkeling, hiking to the waterfall, or just lounging on the beach. And water taxis leave several times a day to bring people down for the day. It’s still a quaint and fun place to go, even with the new hotels and hundreds of umbrellas and lounges on the beach, but it’s not what it used to be. There are a couple of things that haven’t changed however. The pie ladies are still there selling their delicious slices of heaven, and the rooms I stayed in so very long ago are still there. Hopefully they’re not still sweeping the sheets between guests any more though!
Christmas is all about the kids
This year Christmas was all about the kids. Well, I suppose it’s always about the kids. But for me, this year was mostly about my two youngest grandsons LJ and Declan. We had a full month of festivities and fun.
I started the holiday season going to “Twas the Night” with LJ, my 5 year old grandson. I found that LJ loved plays when he was only 2 and we’ve been going every since.
Getting ready to watch a Christmas play
“Twas the Night” play presented by Studio East in Kirkland
Having fun on our “date”
Our next stop was to the Bellevue Botanical Gardens to look at the Christmas lights.
Sea serpent
A rainy but fun adventure
So many beautiful displays at the Botanical Gardens
Our last stop was to have dinner at The Melting Pot in Bellevue. LJ wasn’t too crazy about the cheese fondue but sure loved the chocolate one 🙂
Chocolate fondue at The Melting Pot. What a fun way to end the day
The next week-end I had a special day with Declan, LJ’s younger brother. We also did lots of fun things!
First stop – Story time at Barnes and Nobel
Wight’s Home and Garden Center to look at all the decorated Christmas trees
And then off to Country Village in Bothell. It’s always fun to go here. There are ducks and chickens, a playground, little cafes and so much more. And this time of the year there are lots of Christmas activities, carolers, and even reindeer!
Checking out the reindeer at Country Village
Declan loves watching the ducks
And after listening to “How The Grinch Stole Christmas” earlier in the day, look who we ran into!
Declan and the Grinch
Next on our list was to go to the Redmond town center and city hall. It was a pretty cold night so we didn’t stay long, but we did manage to watch the tree light up and take a quick ride on the carousel.
Tree at Redmond City Hall and carousel at Town Center
Declan on the fire truck and riding the carousel
More fun things we did…
Declan’s Christmas play at Wee Care Academy
He was pretty proud of himself after singing his songs
Fun breakfasts for the boys
Christmas crafts
And a trip to the Reptile Zoo in Monroe. One of the boys favorite things to do!
Declan petting a snake
LJ holding a snake
Grandpa Louie arrived on the 23rd with a truck full of snow from Wenatchee! He brought some last year and I think it’s going to be a tradition from now on. Oh what fun the boys had playing in the snow!
Fun in the snow
Nothing better than a snow bunny!
After playing in the snow, we all packed up and drove to Stanwood and The Lights of Christmas festival. There was music, lights, a 3D exhibit, a story teller by the fireplace, a Christmas train and the most delicious melt in your mouth mini donuts I’ve ever tasted!
Stanwood Lights of Christmas festival. The picture on the bottom is the lights maze. Fun!
Christmas train and Christmas fun!
Boys going through the 3D Christmas Story exhibit
Christmas Eve is a time for making cookies, wrapping gifts and setting out a tray for Santa and his reindeer!
Christmas morning! Santa’s been here and he and his reindeer got their snack! So many gifts, so much fun!
Whew! It was a busy month but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My other two grandchildren are all grown up with lives of their own, so I’m so thankful that I’m able to spend these special times with these special boys while they’re still little. Time goes so fast, it’s here and gone in a flash.
Declan is my pillow boy. This is the one I made for him this year. Hugs to him and his brother and all my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren today and always!
My European Vacation – Ireland and Northern Ireland!
After arriving in Dublin we checked into the Trinity Hotel. A fabulous, but a bit ‘over the top’ for my taste hotel!
Excessive décor of the Trinity Hotel
Then off to explore more of Dublin. I loved the colorful doorways and homes, and oh my goodness all the pubs!
Dublin is famous for its colorful doors
Pubs, pubs and more pubs in Dublin
And of course we had to visit the famous Temple Bar, tucked away on a side street in Dublin
I was hesitant to try it, but I discovered that I REALLY liked Guinness!
During our stay in Dublin as we were out sightseeing, we just happened to hit the centennial of the Easter Rising revolution. We watched its largest ever military parade as it marked the 100th anniversary of the botched but historically significant rebellion against British rule.
The Easter Rising Centennial parade and Peace Garden
The next day we were off on another tour to visit the Hill of Tara, Loughcrew cairns, Bective Abbey, Trim Castle, Monasterboice and the town of Deogheda.
On the ancient Hill of Tara, from whose heights the High Kings once ruled all Ireland, from where the sacred fires in pagan days announced the annual resurrection of the sun, the Easter Tide, where the magic of Patrick prevailed over the magic of the Druids, and where the hosts of the Tuatha De Danann were wont to appear at the great Feast of Samain, to-day the fairy-folk of modern times hold undisputed sovereignty. And from no point better than Tara, which thus was once the magical and political centre of the Sacred Island, could we begin our study of the Irish Fairy-Faith. Though the Hill has lain unploughed and deserted since the curses of Christian priests fell upon it, on the calm air of summer evenings, at the twilight hour, wondrous music still sounds over its slopes, and at night long, weird processions of silent spirits march round its grass-grown raths and forts. 1 It is only men who fear the curse of the Christians; the fairy-folk regard it not.
Evans-Wentz, Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries, 1911
This is just one of the many legends we heard from many of our tour guides. Legends are still very much a part of the Irish.
The oldest building at Tara is a small chambered cairn on the summit of the hill which is known as the Mound of the Hostages. This mound, dating to about 3000 BC (can you imagine! 3000 BC!), lies just within the northern edge of a massive enclosure known as Rath na Rig, The Fort of the Kings. Within this great enclosure are a pair of cojoined ringforts, the Forrad and Teach Cormaic, and within the Forrad is the famous Lia Fail or Stone of Destiny.
Hill of Tara fertility stone and Mound of the Hostages
Next we stopped at Bective Abbey. The Abbey was founded in 1147 and was used as a location for the movie Braveheart.
Bective Abbey
I loved exploring through Bective Abbey. These ancient buildings just fascinate me!
Trim Castle was our next stop. It is the largest surviving Norman Castle in Europe. Built in 1176, the castle took over 30 years to complete. It was the center of administration for the Kingdon of Meath during the middle ages.
Our first glimpse of Trim Castle
Walking across the bridge into Trim Castle
The Keep inside the walls of Trim Castle
The Keep in the center of the fortress is unique because it was built in the shape of a cross and has 20 corners. It is quite an impressive building.
Bathroom solutions in the Keep
The curtain walls of Trim Castle
River Gate
Other gates into Trim Castle
On our way again and on to the Loughcrew Cairns, the ancient burial tombs which housed the remains of great chieftains of the time. Loughcrew is a passage tomb built about 3200 BC (possibly the oldest cemetery in the world!) which has some of the best preserved stone carving in Ireland. During the equinox, the sun illuminates the passage chamber and ancient art of the cairn.
Loughcrew Cairns
Stepping back in time in the Loughcrew Cairns
Monasterboice was our next stop. An early Christian settlement founded in the 5th century. The site contains important celtic high crosses, two churches, and one of the tallest round towers.
Celtic high cross and 92 ft. tall tower at Monasterboice
On the bus again and into the town of Drogheda. While the others on the bus toured around town, I went straight to the Clarke & Sons Pub. Clarke & Sons is one of the few traditions Irish pubs with old style snugs. It had beautiful mahogany counters and drawers for various grocery items. The bartender was so nice and told me all about the history of the place. I sat in one of the snugs and had a pint.
Clarke & Sons Pub
The “snug”, sometimes called the smoke room, was typically a small, very private room with access to the bar that had a frosted glass external window, set above head height. A higher price was paid for beer in the snug and nobody could look in and see the drinkers. It was not only the wealthy visitors who would use these rooms. The snug was for patrons who preferred not to be seen in the public bar. Ladies would often enjoy a private drink in the snug in a time when it was frowned upon for women to be in a pub. The local police officer might nip in for a quiet pint, the parish priest for his evening whisky, or lovers for a rendezvous.
The next tour we took was to Northern Ireland to see the Carrick-a-Rede rope bridge, the Giants causeway and Belfast.
Carrick-a-Rede is a rope bridge that links the mainland to a tiny island. Local fisherman erected the original bridge over the deep chasm to check their salmon nets. While Han went to cross the bridge, Margriet and I stayed behind. The wind was howling and I’m not too fond of heights anyway, we chose to take a quick picture and go inside for a cup of hot coffee.
Carrick-a-rede rope bridge in the distance.
I did however brave the wind to explore the Giants Causeway, a place that I have wanted to see for many, many years. I was not disappointed. It was an absolutely awesome place to just sit and look at the pillars spilling out into the ocean. Legend has it that these are the remains of the bridge built by Fionn McCool between Ireland and Scotland. Some say it was caused by a volcanic eruption 60 million years ago. You be the judge. I prefer to believe the legend ;-).
The awesome Giants Causeway
Taking in the magnificent view of the Giants Causeway
On our way back to Dublin, we made a short stop in Belfast.
Belfast, Northern Ireland
On our last day in Dublin we had to go to the Brazen Head, officially Irelands oldest pub dating back to 1198. We had a nice meal and a good-bye toast to Ireland. What a fantastic trip this was!
Toasting good-bye to Ireland from the Brazen Head
My European Vacation – Ireland!
On our way to Ireland!!!
After having a wonderful time in Holland visiting family and seeing the sights, my cousin Margriet along with her husband Han and I boarded a plane to explore Ireland. I have always wanted to go to Ireland, mainly to see the castles, and I was definitely not disappointed!
Castles & Towers everywhere, old and new
Our first night in Ireland we stayed at Clontarf Castle Hotel. The site of this castle, and its history, began in the 12th century and played a key role in the Battle of Clontarf. The current castle was constructed in 1837 and refurbished into a hotel in 1997. What a thrill it was, and a dream come true, to actually be able to spend the night in a real castle!
The beautiful Clontarf Castle Hotel
Central rooms in Clontarf Castle Hotel
Interior walls in Clontarf Castle Hotel
Lobby and restaurant in Clontarf Castle Hotel
St. John the Baptist Cemetery just steps from the Clontarf Castle
As soon as we got checked in and settled, we hopped on a bus and headed back into Dublin. First stop, Madigans Pub for a pint!
What a fun way to start out our stay in Dublin. A pint at Madigans Pub
Dublin is a bustling city with lots to see. I was so intrigued by its many beautiful bridges that cross the River Liffey that flows through the city.
Just a few of the many beautiful bridges crossing the River Liffey
The 394 ft. tall Spire on O’Connell Street, and a street artist in Dublin.
After an afternoon in Dublin, having a fabulous dinner at the Fahrenheit Grill, and spending night at the Clontarf Castle, the next morning we took a taxi to the train station to go on our tour of Bunratty Castle, Galway and the Cliffs of Moher.
During the pleasant train ride meandered along small towns and fields, we passed vast tracts of peatland (another one of my fascinations about Ireland) and the town of Athenry (remember the song The Fields of Athenry?) before arriving at Galway City.
Galway City is one of the fastest growing cities in Europe but still has that small fishing village feel. We enjoyed listening to street music, walking along the winding streets and the seeing the waterfront.
Enjoying street music in Galway City
From Galway City we boarded a bus and headed to Bunratty Village. We checked into our hotel and headed to the castle to dine at The Earl’s Banquet! What a fun evening! The Ladies of the Castle, aided by the Earl’s Butler and a kilted piper welcomed us at the door and entertained us while enjoying a goblet of mead during the reception and the four course feast!
Magnificent Bunratty Castle!!!
The Earl’s Butler and a kilted piper greeting us to the castle. Above is entertainment during the mead reception.
The fun and delicious Medieval Banquet at Bunratty Castle
Looking back at Bunratty Castle after the banquet. And looking at the castle from our hotel
The next morning we took a tour of the castle and village. Bunratty Castle, built in 1425, is the most complete and authentic medieval fortress in Ireland and contains furnishings, tapestries, and works of art from the period. I was in my element! My dream come true! I used to have actual dreams of me sitting in front of a massive fireplace in a castle and spinning wool. And now I was really there! I explored every nook and cranny of the castle and could actually feel the life of the bygone residents and really felt like I got a glimpse through a window of the past.
Han and I in front of a couple of fireplaces in Bunratty Castle
The Great Hall, South Solar, Chapel & North Solar
The Great Hall was the original banquet hall and audience chamber of the Earls of Thomond. The Earl gave judgements while sitting in his Chair of the estate. The walls are hung with French, Belgian and Flemish tapestries. The oak dower-cupboard is dated 1570. The South Solar held the guest’s apartments. It has a rare spinet dated 1661. The North Solar was the private apartment of the Earl and his family. The oak paneling dates to c.1500.
Just a few of the steep and narrow stairways in the castle
A cozy sitting area, the Earl’s bedroom and kitchen, and an entrance to the dungeon
The Main Guard was the main living room of the common soldiers and of the Earl’s retainers. A small gate leads to a dungeon from this room so the guards could keep an eye on the prisoners. The medieval banquet was held in this room.
One of the many stained glass windows in the castle, and a huge oak table in the Main Guard
I could have stayed in the castle for hours more, but alas, the bus was waiting and I had to pull myself away.
Saying good-bye to Bunratty Castle
Replicas of buildings of days gone by outside the castle
The pictures above are some replicas of rural farmhouses, village shops and streets recreated and furnished as they would have appeared at the time according to their social standing. Top left is the Blacksmiths Forge, the blue house is a simple two-bedroomed home of a fisherman. The timber would have been salvaged from the sea and the floor is of rammed clay. The yellow building is a poor farmer’s mountain farmhouse. This type of home was found on the borders of Limerick and Kerry. It has a loft for extra sleeping space.
On the bus again and off to the Cliffs of Moher. We drove through the market town of Ennistymon with its many pubs and traditional shopfronts.
Traditional storefront of Ennistymon
Then on to the majestic Cliffs of Moher. These are among the highest sea cliffs in Western Europe and an awesome sight.
Margriet and I at The Cliffs of Moher
On the way back to Galway City to board the train to take us back to Dublin, we passed through beautiful pastures with rock fences and the barren Burren. The unique lunar landscape of limestone makes up the national park. It was described in 1649 by one of the Oliver Cromwell’s men as: “No tree to hang a man, no water deep enough to drown him and no soil deep enough to bury him”. That pretty much sums up the Burren.
Countryside lush and barren
On the train back to Dublin. What did our tour guide serve us on our way back? Irish whiskey of course! You don’t see that in the states!
We arrived back into Dublin and checked into the Trinity Hotel. A fabulous, but a bit ‘over the top’ hotel!
Next we will continue our travels through Ireland and Northern Ireland!
My European Vacation – The Netherlands!
After a busy and exciting week in Barcelona, Donna and I headed to Amsterdam where my cousin Margriet and her husband Han picked us up and took us to their home in Rhenen, a small town about an hours train ride from Amsterdam. It had been many, many years since I had visited Holland, so it was wonderful to get a chance to revisit the sights and see my Dutch relatives again!
Our first meal with Margriet & Han in The Netherlands
Visiting with my Dutch relatives
The first tour that Donna and I took was to the Zaanse Schans windmills, and the cute little towns of Volendam and Marken.
Zaanse Schans windmills
Around 1920 there were only about 20 windmills left of the 1000 that had made the Zaan district the oldest industrial area of the world. On March 17th, 1925, windmill society De Zaansche Molen was founded to preserve the mills for future generations. This society now owns thirteen industrial windmills; it keeps them in excellent condition and operates them regularly.
Working windmills and shops of Xaanse Schans
So wonderful to see part of my heritage here at Zaanse Schans
The quaint little fishing village of Volendam
Next stop was at the quaint little fishing village of Volendam with the harbor full of classic sailing vessels and rows of brick houses featuring great examples of 17th century Dutch architecture. We toured the Volendam Museum that contained many memories of the rich history, culture and folklore. It held various works of art by many artists, authentic interiors, varying thematic displays and a photo gallery. As a child I remember my Grandfather wearing the same hat and eye-glasses. It really brought back good memories.
A couple of displays in the Volendam Museum
Crossing the drawbridge on the canal and appreciating the Dutch architect of Volendam.
We walked along the canal, went to a cheese factory (of course!) and ate in a café along the waterfront before taking a 20 minute boat ride to Marken.
Entering the tiny village of Marken
Marken has a population of less than 2,000, but traditional architecture abounds! We walked along the tiny paths running through the village to a wooden shoe factory where a local traditional clog maker demonstrated how a simple block of wood could be transformed into a wooden shoe in minutes.
Demonstration at the wooden shoe factory in Marken
Maybe they’re a LITTLE too big Donna!
The next day we went into Amsterdam to take a canal cruise and see some of the sights.
Central Station, Amsterdam
Canals and bicycles of Amsterdam
I love taking in all the unique architecture
The Delf Experience where you can buy anything Delf from an inexpensive souvenier to a beautiful piece of art.
The floating Flower Market
We walked through the floating Flower Market, visited the Rijksmuseum, floated along the canals, then took the train into Utrecht, my very favorite town in The Netherlands, to meet Margriet and Han for dinner.
The canal level of Utrecht
Utrecht is one of Netherlands’ oldest cities, with a compact medieval center set out around canals unique to the Netherlands: there’s a lower level where warehouses were located in the 13th century, now converted into restaurants and bars, giving the canals a split-level character and meaning that visitors can enjoy a meal or a drink down at water level.
While the canals form Utrecht’s restful core, and where I fell in love with the city, elsewhere the city is busy reinventing itself. Construction was everywhere. Roads are being turned back into the canals they once were and a new train station was nearing completion. It is home to Utrecht University, one of the oldest in the Netherlands and one of the largest in Europe with a student population of 40,000. This city is a must to visit!
The unique little town of Giethoorn
At Holland’s water village of Giethoorn, the loudest sound you can normally hear is the quacking of a duck or the noise made by other birds. It is so peaceful, so different and has such simple beauty that it hardly seems real as you gently glide along small canals past old but pretty thatched-roof farmhouses. Its nickname is “Dutch Venice”. In the old part of the village there are no roads (though a cycling path has been added) and all transport is done by water over one of the many canals. You can turn down a “side street” (another small canal) and drift under a wooden bridge where an elderly resident may be strolling over to see a neighbor. The lakes in Giethoorn were formed by peat farming to heat the homes, and are a mere 3 feet deep. What a special treat it was to experience such a place.
The gorgeous Keukenhof gardens
We could not visit Holland in the spring without visiting the Keukenhof gardens, the most beautiful spring garden in the world! There were more than 7 million tulips, daffodils and hyacinths in bloom, with a total of 800 varieties of tulips.
80 acres of pure beauty at Keukenhof gardens
Beautiful pictures and wonderful memories taken from the Keukenhof gardens
After visiting the Keukenhof gardens, I sadly dropped Donna at the airport as it was time for her to return home. I hopped on the train and headed back to Rhenen to rejoin my cousin and her husband, and to prepare for our next leg of my trip, Ireland and Northern Ireland.
