New England Road Trip, Part 3: Minute Man National Historical Park

From my travels, August 6, 2021.

For our last full day in the Boston area, we decided to have a special breakfast in a town that has some special significance for the boys’ family. We drove into Waltham, and had a lovely breakfast at Wilson’s Diner.

As we walked back to the car, we passed by several historical markers in the town square – none of which had yet been added to the HMDB. I took a ton of photos so that I could add them later. It’s always a nice feeling to be able to contribute in that way unexpectedly.

Waltham is where “Nene’s” father grew up. Her grandfather, Arthur A. Hansen, was a decorated WWI hero, and later Mayor of Waltham. “Nene” took us around town to the site of various houses that she knew had been in the family at one point or another. Eventually, we made our way to Mount Feake Cemetery where Mayor Hansen is buried. We visited his gravesite and enjoyed the view of the Charles River and the old watch factory on the far side.

It was soon time for more Revolutionary War history, and we drove over to Lexington where we visited the small museum and the famous green itself where the Battles of Lexington and Concord began. This was another event that the boys had learned about in school, so it was nice to make it more “real” for them.

For the Concord portion of the fighting, we made our way over to Minute Man National Historical Park. We were able to see their museum, and pick up Junior Ranger books at a table out front. One of the volunteers there was nice enough to give me the badges and “deputize” me to award them once the books were complete so we wouldn’t have to double-back. That was a very nice thing.

We drove the tour route, stopping at the Hartwell Tavern so the boys could do the activites there and see some of what the Battle Road was like. Two of the rangers there were very nice and engaged with the boys. Eventually, we made it all the way to Concord, and the boys and I strolled down the trail to the Old North Bridge, admiring the monuments and hearing stories from one of the volunteers who was stationed there.

That evening, the boys finished their Junior Ranger activities back at the hotel before we drove a short distance to New Hampshire – passing through the town of Chelmsford where “Nene” had grown up – to have dinner with her brother Artie and several other family members. It was a sweet reunion for them, and a nice introduction for my boys.