Saturday, August 30, 2014

The boyhood home of Almanzo Wilder


Today, we took a day trip to the Almanzo Wilder property located in upstate New York, near Malone.  This is where Almanzo’s early days took place as recounted by Laura in Farmer Boy. The house is original - including some of the floor boards so today we walked where Almanzo walked.

IMG_0236 The barns have been rebuilt three times, most recently in 1991. 



The management does not permit photography of the building interiors. The main house is furnished in period furnishings, including rope beds for the boys.  There is no original furniture, but there is a bed cover which did belong to the Wilders.  The curators also uncovered the famous black mark on the parlour wall which Almanzo recollects.  The barns have period farming tools and sleds as as very interesting wool display. There are no animals on the property.

At the time of our visit, there were only three other families so we had an individualized tour which was very informative.  The girls really enjoyed the chance to pump water from the same well where Almanzo would have collected the water each day.


Almanzo also would have enjoyed climbing this maple tree which is original to the property.


The girls had a chance to pick apples from the orchard.


There is a visitor centre / gift shop stocked with interesting LHP items.






This was a fun outing and the first stop on our LHP tour.  Next summer, we plan to visit Minnesota and continue the tour. 

I hope you are enjoying the long weekend and thanks for stopping by!


Thursday, August 21, 2014

Vacation Post: Green Gables


This evening, I read a lovely piece in the New York Times travel section on Green Gables and it woke me from my blog slumber.

I have been meaning to share a few photos from our Atlantic Canada family vacation.  When I was 11 or so, my family visited Prince Edward Island. I read the Anne books when I was 10 and a huge fan.   The girls have not yet read the original stories, but  they do love the dramatic series with Meghan Follows so when an opportunity presented to visit the Maritimes at the beginning of August, I made sure we included a visit to Green Gables Heritage Place.



Above: Lover’s Lane

“Lover's Lane opened out below the orchard at Green Gables and stretched far up into the woods to the end of the Cuthbert farm. It was the way by which the cows were taken to the back pasture and the wood hauled home in winter. Anne had named it Lover's Lane before she had been a month at Green Gables.”  Anne of Green Gables

To reach the PEI, we drove from Nova Scotia up to Nova Scotia to the Confederation Bridge. When you reach PEI  there is a visitor centre called the “Gateway Village” and there is a shop that has Anne complete costumes for all sizes (just 3$ per person and you can take as many photos on your own camera or cameras as you wish to take). This is one of our family photos. 


Over the years, I have acquired a number of Green Gables post cards. Below is my first one from c.1982. I was able to pick up a few more at the Gateway Village shops. 



On my PEI flickr album, I have posted a number interior photos of Green Gables, so I will just post one of the sewing room.


The shops at the Gateway Village also had some Anne editions for early readers.  We picked up these two versions.


Prince Edward Island is absolutely beautiful.  The island is famous for its red sand.   This is photo was taken at the seaside village of Victoria-by-the-sea at low tide. The beach was treasure trove for the shell collector.



PEI is also famous for its Cows ice cream, some say it is the “world’s best”. I am not sure about that distinction (my family preferred Nova Scotia’s Farmer’s Dairy ice cream), but Cows certainly has cornered the merchandising - I thought the Cowtown Abbey shirt was pretty clever.

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At Cows, you can also pick up a six pack of Anne’s infamous raspberry cordial.


We had a wonderful and memorable visit.  If you haven’t had a chance to visit PEI, I highly recommend it.

I hope you are enjoying your summer,