We left our tourist trio recovering in the warmth of the Old Post Office… Old

At least the day was sunny, and it had arguably warmed up a few degrees, but the wind hadn’t died down, and that continued to challenge us on our hike. It wasn’t far to the White House visitor’s center, but when we got there we discovered they’d just closed at 4:00. So we moved on to try to enter the White House grounds at the Treasury building side. But everything there is now closed off with concrete Jersey barriers, and as we walked around Alexander Hamilton Alexander Hamiltonand the Treasury block to Andrew Jackson and Lafayette ParkAndy Jackson we found that Pennsylvania Avenue is closed in front of the White House from the Treasury to the Old Executive Office Building. It’s now a rather wide pedestrian mall, which I guess is handy for those occasional protest marches, but looked rather stark even with 40 or 50 people standing in front of the mansion, taking pictures. We did the obligatory shots of Roman at the gate, Roman at the GateRoman at the fenceetc., and explained to Roman that this Portico side North Front WHwas the real “front” of the White House- he thought the south balcony side was the “front”. The President was at Camp David, to return Monday for the Easter Egg Hunt. We continued walking around the White House grounds, around the OEB OEBand the Winder Building across the street, which was Lincoln’s War Office, and down to the Corcoran Gallery corner, which was the first open entrance to the Ellipse. There we could walk across to look at the South Front of the White House, WH Porchand the yard all decorated with tables and tents and stuff South Front WHfor the Easter Egg hunt. There were some people with young kids wandering around the South Lawn… I wondered how much money one had to donate or how good a Republican one had to be to get invited to the Easter Egg Hunt?

Walking to the Washington Monument (or “that tall thing,” Roman kept saying- he’d never seen a picture of the obelisk), we passed a lot of empty tents, part of the Cherry Blossom Festival, it seemed, not having much business in the cold. The WM was doing a big business– big lines, Roman on the Ellipseso we didn’t try to get in. Washington MonumentWe walked around the circle to the new World War II memorial, which is directly in line between the WM and the Lincoln Memorial, at the opposite end of the reflecting pool from the LM. WWII FountainIt’s pretty nice, built in the traditional DC Roman Empire styleNC Pillar, it could date to the 1890s, and matches up to the distant LM pretty well.

It has nothing like the symbolic power of the Vietnam Memorial, where we walked next, nor the weirdness of the Korean Memorial on the far side of the pool. All of the inscribed names on the black granite generate a lot of emotional power as the walkway descends and the panes get bigger and bigger and rise up above your head. Vietnam Memorial(I looked up cousin Ronnie Trogdon’s name in the phone directory-size index books they keep there, and his name is on panel 22 East, line 108). The most touching thing we saw were plastic folders with photos and newspaper clippings of all the soldiers who died on April 7th- that day, whichever year, where-ever in Vietnam. Memorial CardsEach one of them ended with a phrase like, “Forever 20 years old.” Roman was surprised at how young they all were, and how there were more names of people who died in Vietnam (58,000) than Russians who died in Afghanistan (about 14,000).

The Lincoln Memorial is right across the street, once open to traffic but now closed with more Jersey barriers. It was getting colder and you see that Roman sometimes now forgets to take his wool hat off for the picture. Roman and Hat(It wasn’t cool to wear the hat, but it was warm.) The usual crowd was climbing those steps and taking photos– the first set of monumental steps which were actually open to people I’d seen all day. Roman and Marble AbeAt least there is no security check and no x-ray machine to get in to see Abe, who is as calm and grandfatherly as always. I was describing to Roman the “I Have A Dream” speech by Martin Luther King, and how it took place right on those steps (right where the platform for some local fundamentalist church’s Easter Sunrise Service was being erected). Luckily there was a movie of it playing in the basement of the memorial, and we saw part of that.

We saw the Korean War memorial on the way to FDR. Korean War MemorialIt’s a lot more impressive at night: there are pinhole spotlights that shine only on the faces of the soldier sculptures; and the laser holographs etched on the granite wall behind them jump out in a weird blue light. It’s eerie.

The Franklin Roosevelt Memorial is close on the map but pretty far away in reality; across two busy streets and a football field, with no evidence path or sidewalk to show the way. We just hiked across country, and found it right at the entrance to the Tidal Basin park, with more empty tents that would have catered to Blossom Festival people. I’d never seen the FDR memorial; have read about it, and knew it was a rocky landscape with fountain/ waterfall features. FDR himselfIt turns out to be beautiful, dark rough stone with inscriptions and occasional bronze plaques or statues. Eleanor and RomanIt fits in well with the pedestrian paths of the Tidal Basin. FDRWe were there with what seemed to be a bus load of younger teenagers, though, and they needed supervision in a major way. But at least rock and bronze is pretty-much kid-proof.

More walking around the Tidal Basin Cherry Blossomsand we finally got to the Jefferson Memorial. Jefferson MemorialI’ve driven past it many times, but this was the first time I’ve been inside. On the way we met another bus of Russian tourists, and I finally talked to one couple (Roman didn’t want to talk to any old Russians). They were a retired couple of teachers from the Ukraine, who came to the US 18 years ago and live in New York. They’d never know there were student exchange programs with Russia, so they were impressed. “Who would have ever thought that would happen?” he said. Tom and RomanThe Jeff Memorial was evidently the Headquarters of the Cherry Blossom People, who were generally having a bad day. The last weekend of the festival is this weekend, so I hope they have better weather. (Right now, it’s looking grey and cold and rainy…)

TJ was the end of our tour, but not the end of our hike, as we had to get back to the subway. The nearest Metro stop was Smithsonian, behind the Castle, so we walked north past the Bureau of Engraving and Printing and the Holocaust Memorial, turned east past the Department of Agriculture, and eventually found the escalator. Back on the SubwayWe got back to Kieran’s apartment about 7:00, and were thankful to be home. Roman set right to work on HIS blog (I’d link to it, but it’s in Russian), and Greg and I went out to shop for Sunday breakfast. Roman didn’t want to eat out, so Greg and I had Chinese at the nearby Yenching, which turns out to be the place where Kennedy aides met with Soviet embassy people during the Cuban Missile Crisis and where Henry Kissinger arranged Nixon’s trip to China. So we even ended at a historic spot.

We thought about going back to the Archives Sunday morning, or to the art museums, but we were tired out. So we slept late, and came on home early.

Tomorrow Roman and I head off to New York City with Elizabeth Mitchell and Maxine Wright, who are going on to visit friends in Connecticut. I wouldn’t have booked all this travel into 3 consecutive weekends, except that’s pretty much the time made available by the county school year. I guess most parents don’t take kids on many trips like this, but I’d think it was more educational than a lot of what goes on in high school. This year with Roman has at least shown me first hand what school age parents go through. It’s not easy!


Left last Thursday night and got back last night after Roman’s Whirlwind Tour of Washington, D.C.

Leader gets Greg on the roadWe spent Thursday night in Raleigh at Greg Murray’s house, as he gamely agreed to be the Third Wheel on our trip. He helped with the driving (no small contribution, as I discovered on the trip to Williamsburg), but even more important, he arranged for us all to stay at his brother Kieran’s apartment off Connecticut Ave. in northern DC (a couple of blocks from the National Cathedral). We got on the road about 8:30 and made good time; even after lunch on the road we made it to Kieran’s by 1:30. We had coffee with him in a nearby place (not a Starbucks, but there was one across the street, and one apparently on every other street corner in DC). Then we took him to National Airport, where he met his girlfriend Kristen. Since they were flying to her home in Iowa so he could Meet Her Parents, she is apparently a little more than mere ‘girlfriend.’ We rendezvous’d with her, got them off to their plane, and then went hunting for Arlington Cemetary, which seemed like a good late afternoon starting point for sight-seeing, as it is on the same side of the Potomac as the airport. Iwo Jima Monument

I found a parking spot very near the Marine Corps monument (Iwo Jima memorial), and then we walked into the cemetery from the north. As I told Roman and Greg, I hadn’t been back there since our family trip of Easter, 1964, when we went there to see President Kennedy’s grave. They’ve recently built a big new visitor’s center, but that’s the only major change. ArlingtonTomb of Robert Todd LincolnWe climbed to the top of the hill first to Arlington House, since Greg professed not to believe that it was Robert E. Lee’s residence before the Civil War.Custis-Lee Mansion View from the MansionThen we climbed up and down to the next hill on the South, where we saw the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers and the Changing of the Guard. Very impressive.The Old Guards Changing the GuardRoman says the Russian unknown soldier is buried in the Kremlin wall, and they also have a changing of the Guard. Near that was the Battleship Maine memorial, and two memorials for the Challenger and Columbia space shuttles. Challenger MemorialMainmast of the Maine

While we were there we heard Taps coming from Fort Myer, so we walked back to see JFK and JBK on the way out. The permanent landscaping is nice- rough stone blocks, with thyme or something growing in the cracks- but I still remember the way it was originally, with the eternal flame burning on top of a mound of christmas fir tree branches inside a white picket fence, with the hats of the serviceman honor guard ringing the grave. Greg and Roman at JFK JFK graveIt’s nice now, with his speeches engraved on the walls, and the view toward the Capitol is very impressive. But there were dozens of people there, and while it was somber, it wasn’t at all intimate. For that, the RFK grave is much more impressive– just his simple marble footstone, with a white wooden cross in the grass. It’s tucked away to the south side of the JFK grave, and is virtually hidden. I was the only one there for several minutes, until a tour bus of Italians came.RFK grave

When we finally got back to the car, Roman was worried that we might be late for our dinner appointment at 7PM. His friend from Orenburg, Kristina, and her host family, had spent all week in DC and were meeting us for their last night in town. We had agreed to meet at the Russia House (http://www.russiahouselounge.com/), which I’d found on the internet and Roman decided was the best place to introduce us to Russian cuisine. I got lost on the way back to Kieran’s (just to add to Roman’s anxiety), and even though we took showers and upgraded clothes, we still made it on time because the restaurant turned out to be within a mile of the apartment- just two Metro stops down the Red Line subway. The Cleveland Park station is right beside Kieran’s, and the Restaurant is near the Dupont Circle stop. The Russia House We arrived and were greeted warmly by Kristina (Roman appeared to be greeted VERY warmly). Her host mother is Lisa, a single mother of two daughters in Indianapolis. We had a great evening with them, talking and taking pictures. Roman and Kristina insisted that Lisa, Greg and I start dinner with shots of vodka in the Russian way (Roman picked out Gzehlka, which he said was very good, and it was). Along with the vodka the waiter brought a little glass of pickles, and Roman said that after we chugged the vodka shot, we must ‘smell the cucumber with all your might!” We laughed, but that is evidently the closest many Russians get to having vegetables with dinner! Exchange Students have Host Parents do Vodka ShootersBorscht

After that we all tried out dinner “numbers” of the Russian beer, Baltika (number 4, that I had, is their Dark Lager; Greg went with #5, their Golden Lager; and Lisa had #9, the “Extra Lager”, with the 8.0 alcohol content. Roman and I had borscht soup, and there were perogis as an appetizer. I got Beef Stroganov, which was great; Roman got Pelmini, his favorite food, which look very much like stuffed raviolis; Lisa got Chicken Kiev and Greg got a pork chop dish. Everyone tried the chocolate mousse and creme brulee for dessert, and we all had a great time. We had to pry Roman and Kristina apart, as we went our separate ways on the subway. Kristina and RomanMac with Lisa, Kristina and family

By the time we got home, we were all exhausted. My plan was to start early Saturday, at the Capitol. More later.