The other evening we went with some friends to Old Bedford Village, PA's Candlelit Christmas. Old Bedford Village is a living history village consisting of 40 log structures that, over the years, were salvaged and brought here. . . .
You can read more of the history of its making HERE.
New Castle, Delaware was first settled by the Dutch in 1651. In 1654 the Swedes seized it. The Dutch took it back the next year. In 1664 the English seized it, giving it its name. The Dutch took it back in 1673 only to give it back the next year in the Treaty of Westminster. In 1680 the Duke of York gave it, along with what is now Pennsyl- vania, to William Penn as payment on a debt the Crown owed him.
In the movie, Brigadoon, two American hunters in Scotland stumble upon a village that only appears once every century for a day. This is so that the village would never be changed or destroyed by the outside world. October last year I felt we'd stumbled upon such a place in the mountains of north central Pennsylvania when we spent two nights in Eagles Mere, "the village that time forgot," on our way home from my niece's wedding in Connecticut. I did a post about it called Endless Mountains. It was a gorgeous Autumn late afternoon when we arrived that Sunday last year. The next day, however, it rained. We did not let that deter us from hiking in a nearby State Park. I knew, though, I needed to come back and explore the lake itself in Eagles Mere. I'd tried to get my family together for a week last summer, but schedules and rental availability kept that from happening. So this past Columbus Day weekend we were all able to gather at a house within a short walk of the lake. Our little home away from home was named Pine Cone Cottage. . . .
Artists and writers often base their stories and illustrations on a real place. So I went in search of the small village of Harrisville, New Hampshire that Tasha Tudor paid homage to in her Corgiville series. It is off the main thoroughfare crossing southern New Hampshire, an adventure getting to in itself. As the speed limit dropped I was greeted with this glimpse of Corgiville (aka Harrisville). . . .
Last week we made our way up to Vermont so Ken could take baking classes at King Arthur Flour. We've stopped in the Catskill region of New York through the years when going up to New England. Last year we visited the painter Thomas Cole's house in Catskill, NY. I did a post about it here. It was there that we discovered Frederic Church's house was nearby, but unfortunately we had a tight schedule to keep and could not see it then. So this year we planned a visit and found the Bavarian Manor Inn not too far away. Whenever possible we choose old Inns like this one, started in 1865. They often are in need of some renovating (especially the bathrooms) but that does not bother me when I can get loads of charm. . . .
This is the view outside our main guest bedroom. There are two windows and they both overlook our woods. The boardwalk you see leads around to the back of the house up a ramp to the deck to the backdoor. My husband built it 21 years ago for my mother's wheelchair while I cared for her during her last illness. . . .
Yesterday when I wrote about feeling adrift because I'd lost my sense of purpose (I've always been purpose-driven!) so many of you wrote to empathize and offer encouragement. All of your comments have been taken to heart and I'm sure helped clear the way to the point I came to this morning while journaling and reading my morning devotions. After posting yesterday I asked my husband if I sounded like I was whining. He assured me I didn't. But if I did, no one made me feel like I had, so I greatly appreciate that. Instead you let me know you understood, offered me solace, and shared your story so I could glean what I could from it. I thank you for that. Then the most amazing thing happened. I looked outside my window yesterday afternoon and saw this. . . .
Several members of the Maryland Chapter of the Tasha Tudor Museum Society gathered today to hear Tasha Tudor's "Gentle Wit & Wisdom." Even though we had to settle for Tasha's visit on a cassette tape, we felt she was sitting at the end of my dining room table talking about her life as we made cut-wool rabbits. . . .
Several members of the Maryland Chapter of the Tasha Tudor Museum Society gathered at Cunningham Falls State Park in Thurmont, Maryland last Saturday for the Park's annual Maple Syrup demonstration. Maple sugaring was one of the things Tasha Tudor featured in several of her books: A Time to Keep, Around the Year, Seasons of Delight. This drawing of hers is in Mary Mason Campbell's book, The New England Butt'ry Shelf Almanac. . . .
"March has come in like a lamb with a warm wind and rain from the South-west," Edith Holden wrote in her 1906 diary. On the 12th she wrote, "After a wet windy day, we woke this morning to a regular snow storm, the air was full of whirling flakes, but in the midst of it all I heard a Sky-lark singing."
I'm sitting here at my desk watching the snow falling outside my window. . . .
And I was thinking about Spring. I know much of the country has had more than its fair share of winter this year and many of you are also eager for greenery and flowers! So I wanted to send you to my very first Morning Musing's post--one of my favorites--and hope it helps tide you over until Spring does finally arrive. Be sure to click on the link to the accompanying music. . . .
In 1906 Edith Holden wrote in her diary on the first of February: Dull day with slight drizzle of rain in the morning but bright and mild in the afternoon. The month was much like ours....just about all kinds of weather--rain, snow, wind, sunshine, thaw, and then more snow and cold.
Good morning! I almost forgot about doing this month's View Outside My Window post! I spent all of yesterday afternoon at my art table working on my Country Diary painting, so I've decided to show you the view from my art table. By doing this post first I'll have a little more time to work on my painting (which I'm not pleased with yet) before I have to show it in the Country Diary post.
The sun is just beginning to appear between the bare trees above the cliffs (the dark area above the snow line) . . . .
The Maryland Chapter of the Tasha Tudor Museum Society met today to celebrate Valentine's Day. In her book, All For Love, Tasha Tudor writes, "Valentine's Day in our home centers on the Sparrow Post, where there is always interesting mail on February 14th for each member of the family. Postmaster is Augustus Sparrow....The miniature mail is, of course, just the right size for his customers, who are mainly dolls, plush bears, cut-wool rabbits and plush ducklings."
This year I'm going to give you a different view outside one of my windows each month. This month it is from the room where my desk and computer reside. It is the former bedroom of my youngest son who moved out about four years ago after graduating from college. There are two windows. This one is the one I'm looking out of right now as I type. . . .
The Maryland Chapter of the Tasha Tudor Museum Society held a potluck dinner the other night to celebrate Twelfth Night (only it was Ninth Night in our case). The receipts (Tasha's New England word for recipe) all came from her cookbook. Those who were able to attend took home a recipe at our last gathering and prepared one of the following:
Nancy's Hot Cheese Rounds
Salad with French Dressing
Pineapple Upside-Down Cake
Each member was to bring a guest. Those who came brought their husband. Unfortunately two couples had to bow out due to change of plans or illness, so I set the table for ten. . . .