As I told you I have been working for a few days away from home at the summer home of my employer. Maybe you’d like to see where I’ve been sleeping. As you know the house was built in the late 1800s. Actually, however, the wing in which I’m staying is newer by at least 20 years, maybe more.
I’m on the third floor overlooking the lake.
From the inside it’s a pretty room with a single bed and a window seat in the bow window.
Notice the stuffed owl that greets you as you enter the room. These creepy creatures are all over the house. The house was originally used as a hunting lodge and so there are taxidermied trophies everywhere: on walls, floors and any flat surface. (More on this in a later post.)
If Charlie and I are traveling together we use the adjoining room shown below which has a full size bed. I could have chosen that room but prefer the little room in front.
In the shot above you can’t see the swooping stuffed hawk hanging from the ceiling in the corner by the bed, nor the stuffed squirrel on the dresser. Ick! Other than that this, too, is a lovely room albeit without the view.
Here’s the view from my windows toward the lake.
And on the morning of my departure, the clouds were hanging very low.
Just thinking about this place is a peaceful experience. It reminds me of Brigadoon- the Scottish town that appeared out of the mist once every hundred years. Do you have a favorite destination? Is it exciting or calming?
As most folks are aware the East Coast of the US was bombarded with Hurricane Irene this past weekend. We were no exception. The Glade is situated in a wooded lot with plenty of mature trees, mostly oak.
We lost electric power around 11 p.m. on Saturday night and around 1:30 a.m. we heard an enormous thud that shook the house.
Charlie and I moved our comforters and pillows down to the living room floor just in case the next thud actually hit the house.
Two giant oak trees fell over and took out part of the garden.
While there was minimal damage to the house: 1. a small piece of gutter and downspout and
2. broken windows in the dining room,
the clean up of these two massive trees will be considerable.
Here’s a look at the rootball from the other side when the sun came out in the afternoon.
Happily, no one was hurt and even more propitious, Charlie had just purchased a new chain saw blade.
It’s miraculous how God preserved us. If the trees had been 10 feet taller we would have been trapped under them. We’re so grateful. How did you fare in the storm?
When I’m away at the boss’ place everything is both rustic and elegant at the same time. Rustic because we’re on a mountain out in the woods but elegant because we follow old time customs like dressing for dinner, retiring to the library after dinner, etc.
I noticed in the kitchen an appliance that I not only don’t own (shocking I know) but have never seen before except here.
I’ll give you a few hints:
It’s kept on the counter for daily use.
It turns off and on with a switch.
It heats up.
Have you guessed that it’s a plate warmer? That’s how a professional kitchen ensures that the scrambled eggs and toast are hot when you’re ready to eat.
A stack of plates is loaded into the warmer and heated for any hot entree. You can see this warmer would hold at least a dozen plates at one time.
From personal experience I can tell you this is a lovely convenience. I personally wouldn’t want to be responsible to use it but if I had my own chef . . .
Do you warm the plates for hot meals? And chill the plates for salads? Really?
I took a stroll through the attic of this 130 year old house and found some unusual stuff in the sense that our attic at The Glade is full of stuff but not this kind of stuff.
Hanging on many of the lighting fixtures including the attic and throughout the house are copies of the following sign on which the Master of the House’s name has been blocked out for privacy. Before 1930 the lamps and ceiling fixtures were all gas.
This attic has small rooms partitioned from the large hall. The room below was once used as a sewing room. Lots of light and a place to store extra linens and supplies.
Opposite the sewing room is storage for an odd array of things including a baby’s basinet.
I opened another door and found a lovely yellow cabinet filled with all manner of breakfast sets.
One closet was filled with a plethora of cleanliness supplies which have become passe with the advent of hot and cold running water piped inside the house.
I always tell my family never eat soup from a one-handled soup tureen. Get it?
Like I said at the start of this post. Some folks have interesting things in their attic. What’s in your attic?
I told you here about my summer business travel destination. One of the things that has always intrigued me is the refrigerator. But first I must tell you that when this lodge was built refrigeration was handled by an ice house.
This is quite a spacious ice house that has more recently become a handball court.
But I digress. In 1930, very soon after electricity came to this valley, a General Electric refrigerator was installed. The doors are white enameled metal.
This appliance still functions today in the kitchen as the main food storage for items that need to be kept refrigerated.
The motor has been changed once or twice but the actual box is just as is was in 1930.
How incredible is that! It reminds me that not everyone has “throw-away” mentality in our society today. That’s both a comfort and a life lesson.
Do you have something that has stood the test of time? Is it a dinosaur or does it still contribute to your quality of life?
At least once every summer for quite a few years now I have been summoned from my office in Maryland to the summer home of my employer to help with the paperwork that accumulates there. I love this time away because the house with its 30-some bedrooms remains much as it was in the early years of the twentieth century. The house was built in the late 1880s. Yes, there is electricity and running water but the furniture and other decor are clearly from another era.
Here’s a detail of the bridge medallion that’s repeated on each corner.
The approach to the house is a long driveway that passes by open fields and fern forests.
The transition from hectic modern life to a kinder, gentler time seems to unfold as I traverse the private road.
Just before the last bend is a small waterfall that opens into a 14-acre lake.
Then the house appears which is really a glorified log cabin.
The front of the house faces the lake; the driveway edges the back of the house which has its own fabulous view.
After parking, I enter through the kitchen wing and await my bedroom assignment. I’ve stayed in many of the rooms but my favorite is the third floor room that overlooks the lake.
I am blessed by wonderful opportunities that can only come from the Hand of God. How Great Thou Art!