>>The day I went there, the actors were all around the meeting house, having a mock wedding feast, where they were tucking into the Lord's bounty of crab and tearing off hunks of roast chicken, where the groom was regaling the guests with tales like: "Dos' tho' rememberrr, woife, the day oi came to thee in the field ...?", totally ignoring us tourists, as if we were waifs, while we stood around outside like lemons, starving and salivating at the smell and sight of the food they were wolfing.
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>Like lemons? Were you sour? <bg>

Just an English expression - inanimate - but, come to think of it, we WERE sour. The actors like to engage you in conversation, but once they've food in their hands, they don't want to know. :-)

It was fun to try and catch them in an anachronism

Actor - How did ye get here to America?
Me - by aeroplane
A - Don't know what that is. Where are ye from in England?
Me - Brighton
A - Oh I know of that town
Me - Well it was called BrightHelmStone in the 1600s :-)

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>It's years since we visited Plimouth Plantation. I think Solomon was nearly 9 and Nathaniel was 5. (They're 23 and nearly 20 now.) My only vivid memory was Solomon being fascinated by one of the actors portraying a young (teen-age?) Native American. He sat and watched and talked for at least an hour.
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>Tamar

It's at least that long ago that I went. I sat in the native village, in the little wickiup chatting to a boy too.