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| Oh yes, that is my town carriage |
America is famous for its decorative and folk arts. It is interesting to realise that years of isolation (more or less) from European influences led them to creative and local problem solving. In a maritime sense, rather like the specialist log boats built for Chesapeake Bay fishing (see Deltaville Maritime Museum).
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| Basket Makers |
After our historical baptism, we took in more mundane domestic activities stopping at the Carpenter’s workshop (took me a while to get Cap’n Cabinetmaker outa there) and a brick factory sidestepping an invitation to work clay with our feet. That’s where I lost him! He went on to visit a gunsmith & foundry and then to the blacksmith whilst I took in the weavers and milliners.
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| This handsome chap also plays records |
We did take an afternoon tour (yes, both of us – GS insisted) of The DeWitt Wallace Museum’s decorative highlights – this tour focusing on furnishings and clocks, then following that to see whimsical pieces in the adjoining Abby Aldrich Rockefeller Folk Art Museum. It is always more interesting when you know that something special about each piece. The entrance to these collections is via the old hospital, one of the first for the mentally ill. Sure glad we have different medical practices these days!
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| A rather nice teapot |
While the Cap’n went elsewhere to play, GS wandered through collections of business signs and windvanes, admired a glittering carousel and found at last a small room of quilts. Not all was lost however as a special exhibit of quilted clothing (mostly wholecloth petticoats) tempted serious quilters. This time I had to get out my glasses to see those tiny stitches…oh, my!
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| Kings Arms - a dining experience |
Our evening meal at the Kings Arms Tavern of game pie and Mrs Voles house chicken was complemented with a special selection of colonial “sides” like pickled corn, salt-cured ham, watermelon rind pickle and creamed spinach. Musicians entertained us on elaborate spanish guitars and unusual mandolins (flat bottomed for easy transport). But, NO time for dessert, we had a TV in our room (after 2½ months, yahooie!) - Inspector Poirot was on. The Captain was especially critical.
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