THIS is Plymouth Rock?

True story: On our pilgrimage to Plymouth, Massachusetts we hit the visitor center to ask directions to Plymouth Rock. “Hope you guys brought a magnifying glass,” snarked the lady with the welcoming smile behind the desk as she pointed down the road. Ah sarcasm, we had to like her.

Without fully grasping the gist of the lady’s statement we headed across the road, past the replica of the Mayflower, toward the attractive ancient-Greek-esque monument that houses the famous rock where the first Americans landed.

Giddy with the exhilaration that can only come from setting one’s eyes on a truly epic piece of history, we leaned over the rail and peered down… CONTINUE READING >>

The Mayflower replica in Plymouth, Massachusetts
The Mayflower replica in Plymouth, Massachusetts

True
story: On our pilgrimage to Plymouth, Massachusetts we hit
the visitor center to ask directions to Plymouth Rock.

“Hope
you guys brought a magnifying glass,” snarked the lady
with the welcoming smile behind the desk as she pointed down
the road. Ah sarcasm, we had to like her.

The Plymouth Rock monument

Without
fully grasping the gist of the lady’s statement we headed
across the road, past the replica of the Mayflower, toward
the attractive ancient-Greek-esque monument that houses the
famous rock where the first Americans landed.

Giddy with the exhilaration that can only come from
setting one’s eyes on a truly epic piece of history, we leaned over
the rail and peered down into the hole where Plymouth
Rock is displayed.

Plymouth Rock - it's TINY!

Holy
crap! The thing is TINY! Only one pilgrim with REALLY GOOD
BALANCE could “land” on this pebble! Call us gullible,
but we always figured that Plymouth Rock
was towering cliffs, or at the very least, hefty enough that the
Mayflower could tie off to it. We were flabbergasted, felt duped.

Thankfully
people had thrown pennies at it, for luck we suppose, giving us
some perspective for a photo.

Turns out
that almost everything we were taught in grade school about the
pilgrims and the first Thanksgiving — while we were drawing turkeys
from the outlines of our hands — was a complete fairy tale.

The “friendly
Indians” were actually just so emaciated and weak from the
smallpox they had contracted from previous European visitors
that they had no strength to fight off the Pilgrims who were busy
raiding their food supplies, digging up their graves and squatting
on their fishing grounds.

Wait a minute,
previous visitors?

Yup,
the Pilgrims were no where near the first settlers in New
England. Europeans had been tromping around stealing food
and spreading disease for decades — centuries if you count
the Vikings.

At Plymouth,
a few leaders of the depleted remnants of the local tribe of Wampanoag people
decided to employ the old “if we can’t beat them, join
them” strategy in the hopes of surviving.

Not quite
the “hey, welcome to America, here let us show you
how to grow corn and eat turkey”
that we were taught as youngsters while sporting our construction
paper feathers and headbands.

The first time around wasn’t even remotely friendly. The Mayflower first landed on the tip of Cape Cod, where Provincetown is today. There’s even a huge monument marking the landing. However, the indigenous inhabitants had not been wiped out by viral onslaughts from previous pioneers and were not real big on having their buried food stores dug up and stolen, so they were decidedly unfriendly and sent the Pilgrims packing.

Just
a dad-blame second there hoss, first landed?

Everyone knows the Pilgrims first set foot on North America
at Plymouth! We’ve seen the pictures. There they are, stepping out
of the boat right onto Plymouth Rock.

Wrong again,
fact is there wasn’t even such a thing as Plymouth Rock until
over a century after the Mayflower’s landing. It wasn’t until
1741, 121 years after the Mayflower landed, that 94-year-old
Thomas Faunce claimed he knew the exact rock that the Pilgrims
first trod upon. A few years later, in 1774 the townsfolk decided
that the rock should be moved to the town meeting hall.

For no apparent
reason, the good people of Plymouth decided that only half of
the rock needed to be relocated, so they split it in two. For
the next century, the rock was moved hither and yon as chunks
were hacked off of it for shows and souvenirs.

Finally, in
1880, with only about 1/3 of Plymouth Rock remaining, the famous
stone was returned to its original spot on the waterfront in Plymouth.
It was at that time that the number 1620 was carved into it.

Not surprisingly,
Native Americans don’t tend to hold Plymouth Rock in high regard.
Twice, in 1970 and 1995, activists have buried it on the National
Day of Mourning or what is more commonly known as Thanksgiving
to us nonnative folks. Seems that the folks who wrote our grade
school history books and the original inhabitants of this country
don’t quite see things eye-to-eye.

Plaque commemorating the National Day of Mourning

Across
from the Plymouth Pebble Monument, near a statue of Massasoit
(one of the “friendly, helpful” Native Americans),
is a plaque commemorating the National Day of Mourning. Given
by the town of Plymouth on behalf of the United
American Indians of New England, it states, “Thanksgiving Day
is a reminder of the genocide of millions of their people, the theft
of their lands, and the relentless assault on their culture.”

It’s not fancy, but it is a nice gesture.

Scattered
around the charming little seaside town of Plymouth are
various statues and fountains, pretty parks, seafood based
eateries and crap shops (GypsyNester slang for fine souvenir
emporiums) selling the ever zany pilgrim-pirate-patriot
humor t-shirts, lobster
bibs, mugs and ships-in-a-bottle.

Once finished with our tour of revisionist history, we relaxed at
an outdoor café — sharing a lobster roll — as the ocean
cast friendly breezes to tussle our hair. The
fake Mayflower shared a bay dotted with sailboats and pleasure cruisers.
We stretched our legs and tilted our faces to the sun.

It’s
no wonder the Pilgrims and Indians loved this place so much.

David &
Veronica, GypsyNester.com


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12 thoughts on “THIS is Plymouth Rock?”

  1. Wonderful review of our ‘historical’ Plymouth and its rock. I lived in NE for ten years and never visited, because, overall, size DOES matter! (Just kidding, but I knew the history and I don’t blame the American Indians for having a day of mourning. Finally in the schools students are being taught a more realistic idea of life in early colonial times.)

  2. The victors are the ones who write history. Besides, no one today has any idea how hard it was to survive in the new world for people fresh off the boat. The fact Europeans raided Indian lands and fought them off doesn’t make them monsters. For example, there is archaeological evidence that the people of Jamestown resorted to cannibalism for survival. Any one of use would do the same “horrible” things the colonists did if the alternative was death. Besides most Native Americans were at war with settlers by default. I don’t blame any colonist for the things they did against the Native Americans. Its only recently that people have spread propaganda among Americans that there ancestors were evil racist monsters. Don’t listen to those lies.

  3. it’s about time our children are taught the truth about “thanksgiving”..it’s time to confront the truth and give up the myth..we wonder why we have become so dumbed down, it is no wonder, education is the reason..let’s start teaching the facts and leave the fairy tales aside

  4. >We were amazed at it too. I was expecting a huge rock at water's edge where the pilgrims docked their boat. Not exactly one of the seven wonders. 😉

  5. >Hope you've read the book Mayflower. It is gruesome but true story of some of my ancestors behavior. (I'll admit though, the first generation was okay, it was the kids that were bad. And Secodly, I hope you toured Plymouth Plantation. Much more tasteful and true to life than the Plymouth crap shops.

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