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Musgrove Mill

With the older kids and Tony heading to a bowling tournament in another city, I was searching for something fun for the little guys and me to do, because it is always good to keep them busy! A friend let me know that one of the state parks was having a Revolutionary War encampment, which was perfect. Therese recently studied that era and Peter is just now reading about the founding of the colonies. In a fortunate turn of events, the state park was less than 45 minutes from the bowling crew and they were able to join us late in the afternoon and then have a nice family meal before parting ways for the night.

They had all sorts of period games set up for the children to try out and that is where we spent a good deal of time, with a brief break to witness the musket and rifle firing. They made corn husk dolls, too. The couple with a tent full of handmade games left our wallet a little lighter but our minds much fuller, for they shared so much information with us.

For anyone that is counting, we now have 2 stamps of the 47 state parks. Only 45 to go!

Also, my sister told me she has trouble viewing the pictures, that they aren't always in focus. She clicks on the pictures to see them better, but I will try to find a better solution.

This was basically bocci ball but much softer

They both got pretty good at hoop rolling



We felt the force of the muskets firing in our chests




Anna loved the loom

I forgot that rule about getting myself in the pictures!

We moseyed over to Clinton, SC and found some amazing pizza. 

above the door of the House of Pizza


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