On our first morning in Boston, after only 5 hours of sleep and a bland cup of coffee made from the tap water from the bathroom sink, John and I headed toward the most historic landmark in Boston – the Old North Church.
When we were in Salem a few years ago, one of our biggest regrets was driving through Boston and not actually stopping to see any of the historic sites. On my list was the sight of Paul Revere’s Midnight Ride. While I can’t say I know a lot about Paul Revere (or his midnight ride) outside of what I learned in high school, I’ve always considered myself a history buff. That’s why I consider places like Gettysburg and Virginia to be enjoyable vacations. Having the opportunity to learn about our country’s roots has always fascinated me. Who knows, maybe it’s the Philly in me?
The Old North Church is seated in a pretty populated area, with apartments built up on the narrow city blocks surrounding it. Once inside the church, it’s amazing. There were lines of pews, all squared off in section and on them – names of different historical figures. In the front of the church is where the most important individuals were seated, while in the back were where the wardens were seated.
Each section held books of hymns and old benches, much different than the kinds of pews I grew up in having been raised Catholic. The church is much simpler than what I expected it to be, but I can assume how grand it must have been in the day – a true place for God, for family, for worship.
In the very front of the church lays a lantern representing Paul Revere. While this is not authentic, it was an amazing opportunity to see in person what this lantern represented: freedom.
All in all, we spent probably 15 minutes sitting in the pews, starring off at the architecture and historical tidbits that lined the aisles before heading off to grab some lunch at Rina’s Pizzeria Cafe a few city blocks away. While we weren’t visiting the Old North Church for a very long time, it was a humbling experience to stand in a location that turned the tide of America’s history.