Despite my incident on Saturday, the weekend was wonderful. Unfortunately, I did not get as many pictures taken as I had hoped. However, I got quite a few on Saturday morning.
First of all, here is the house – we lived there for five years – it was built as a one story cabin in 1860, then slowly added on, in the 1880s and then in the 1920s. It is now being used as the Interpreter’s meeting / storage place, now.
Then here is the view I saw every morning as I went to work (or even just went out the door). This is the road that leads to the village. It is half a mile west to the outer gate, and half a mile east to the main Interpretive Center and Main Gate. It is a quarter of a mile to “my” house where I worked most of the time.
Saturday morning I walked down (as I had left my spinning wool in the car, parked in the west parking lot) and visited with friends before heading back to the tent and the spinning wheel.
This stove has been painted and re-chromed; it is identical to the one we had in my parents’ cabin in the Black Hills. I learned to cook on that one, so I was one of the very few who could understand and actually cook well on it.
Deanna, friend and former boss, is “housekeeper” at the Atwater, the richest house in town. Rumor had it that Queen Victoria was coming to “Eagle Creek” (our name for our village), so she was cleaning madly just in case. Gives her something to do and explains the half-cleaned walls which are truly being cleaned in off hours.
Kevin is a good friend and a great bowl maker – he is cutting out a bowl out of pine for a friend; the tree came from the friend’s house.
Richard makes barrels and round barrel shaped boxes.
Sigmund is from Norway. He is here, teaching knife making in Decorah, at the Vesterheim museum.
Here is the curtain, open
It is a beautiful day – you have a beautiful day!