I loved living on Ft. Monroe. We lived on post at 96 Ingalls Rd. from 1978-1981, which included the last year Ft. Monroe Elementary School was open. I loved walking or biking around the moat to the school; getting on the bus to go to Bassett for two years was not nearly as much fun. We spent a lot of time at the Scout Hut for Girl Scouts and at the Casemate Museum, where my mom was a docent. My favorite place on post by far was the band gazebo and sea wall by the Chamberlain Hotel. I used to walk down there to watch ships come in and go out, especially from Norfolk Naval Station. If I could tolerate the summers, I’d find a way to move back to Ft. Monroe when I retire—not to relive my childhood, but to keep building experiences in an amazing place full of history.
BUT: even though I had 4th grade Virginia history in a classroom 1/4 mile down the coast from Old Point Comfort (if that), I was in my 30s before I discovered its link to the sale and purchase of human beings in the slave trade. I consider that a sad commentary on our inability to address the worst aspects of our American heritage.