Yankee Heritage in Massachusetts
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There are a couple of suggestions I can make like Back Bay Boston, for some beautiful old brownstones on the Fens. Also Beacon Hill area.
North of the city you might want to see Marblehead, Swampscott, Rockport, Salem and Glouster (gee spelling on that one, haven't lived in Boston for a long time, lol)
Ok so I know it's a tourist destination, but how about Sturbridge Village in Sturbridge MA. It's west of Boston, and has some interesting sites, a working farm, tannery, candle shop..etc.
Hope this helps have a good time.
North of the city you might want to see Marblehead, Swampscott, Rockport, Salem and Glouster (gee spelling on that one, haven't lived in Boston for a long time, lol)
Ok so I know it's a tourist destination, but how about Sturbridge Village in Sturbridge MA. It's west of Boston, and has some interesting sites, a working farm, tannery, candle shop..etc.
Hope this helps have a good time.
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Ditto on Jackie's suggestion. When I was in college (a couple decades ago) I'd love to ride my bike out along Rte-2 (or was it 2A?) into Concord --- it's so beautiful, especially in September with pleasant temps and the leaves beginning to change colors.
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Well, yes, in a special wing of the Boston Museum of Fine Arts, we have a Cabot and a Lodge each encased in hermetically sealed glass chambers. The Saltonstall has not yet aged enough, so it is still in a preparation room, but you can see some dioramas of a stuffed Ethan Frome trying to woo a stuffed Emily Dickenson by a decent mock-up of Walden Pond.
On Sundays, though, out on Boston Garden, we have actual enactments of tight-lipped Sunday dinners. People wearing vintage tweeds eat in silence with their little fingers raised, while a string quartet plays Salieri pieces. The high point of the meal is when a doorbell rings and the woman of the house (wearing thrice-washed muslin to give the false appearance of thriftiness) stands and shouts "No Irish Need Apply."
On Sundays, though, out on Boston Garden, we have actual enactments of tight-lipped Sunday dinners. People wearing vintage tweeds eat in silence with their little fingers raised, while a string quartet plays Salieri pieces. The high point of the meal is when a doorbell rings and the woman of the house (wearing thrice-washed muslin to give the false appearance of thriftiness) stands and shouts "No Irish Need Apply."
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