Friday, June 5, 2026

The Month of JUNE: Living By the Seasons - Daily 18th Century Life

Now we are in the month of June...perhaps in the year...1776....
As most citizens of the American colonies were living the agricultural life,  we shall,  again,  
show mostly what life was like to live on a colonial farm.

Picture taken on June 21st - the first day of summer,  and that means summer's 
here and the time is right for caring for the farm crop and kitchen garden. 
Weeding?  Yes,  everyday.
(click HERE)
June in the 1770s is the month when farmers faced a period of relentless labor driven by the summer solstice.  The month was nearly entirely consumed by heavy field cultivation,  meticulous weed control,  and preparing for the critical upcoming harvests,  July into fall.
Since June is the month when the sun is at its zenith,  the time of year with daylight being up to 15 hours long,  summer is nigh.  Even though the first three weeks of the month is still technically spring,  due to its long and heat-filled days,  June is considered a summer month. 
In these late spring and early summer days we notice that every green thing on the farm grows very quickly. 
Even though I am in the hot June sun,  I'm still not over-heated.  But if I find myself entering into unbearable extreme heat,  I can always remove my frock coat~~~
As is written in The Complete Farmer and Rural Economist  (authored by Thomas Green Fessenden and published in 1835):  Summer made manure demands attention.  Most farmers yard their cows at night through the summer;  their manure should be collected into a heap,  in some convenient part of the barn yard,  to prevent its being wasted by the sun and rains.  
We think of strawberry season in June,  but the fruit didn't really take hold in America until the end of the 18th century.  Instead the colonials were anxious for their early greens such as lettuce to continue to hopefully flourish.  Radishes might be peaking up as well.
June saw meat poultry coming along nicely,  though they may not be quite big enough to eat yet.  But the laying hens are going like gang-busters.

Dairy cows and their calves came under the dominion of the housewife,  with help from the child old enough and strong enough.  Cows were an important  "commodity"  for the farm family,  for they provided milk and offspring which supplied meat,  tallow,  horn,  and labor.  Women helped with calving,  tended the cows when they were sick or injured,  and were involved in their daily care.  Cows were milked twice a day,  and sometimes,  during periods of high production,  even a third time.  Milking the cows was physically demanding and time consuming.  The task required strong hands,  wrists,  and back,  and milking could take as little as ten minutes or as much as a half hour.
(This photo taken off Pinterest with no link of where it originated from - 
and no response from my queries about using it~)
The yoke would have been used to carry milk to the house or water from the well to the garden and fields,  for piping was almost unknown.  Two buckets were easy to carry as one,  because of the counterbalance of weight.  Every farming household would have one or more neck yokes,  similar to what is seen in the photograph below.
In June,  the cows or goats are giving lots of milk.
Little of the milk was consumed as a liquid.  The dairy house,  where the milk was processed into butter or cheese,  was also the domain of the housewife.  Sometimes the dairy was a room off the kitchen or a stand alone outbuilding.  And then the milk needed to be strained by pouring it into shallow pans to allow the cream to rise,  then skimming off the cream to churn it into butter or to make cheese.

The younger children,  especially the daughters if there were any,  would have watched their mother doing one task after another,  each requiring practice to be performed properly.  Lambing - which required a round-the-clock vigil,  for this was when ewes gave birth to lambs - would have been one such chore.  Also,  there was the planting of the kitchen garden,  which occurred over the spring season and even sometimes into summer.  Then there was mending,  spinning,  sewing,  dyeing,  there may have also been the raising of ducks to sell in the city,  a bit of schooling,  the constant chopping of wood.  In fact, the types and size of wood used for the different types of food cooked over the hearth,  or for heating either the home or for work such as a fire for laundry or soap-making,  was a valuable lesson to learn,  as was knowing which plants in the kitchen garden were for eating,  which were for medicinal uses,  and which were for use as medicine,  for dyeing,  or in a variety of other ways.  
This was not what we might call  "busy work,"  but,  rather,  was imperative knowledge to have for survival.
What was planted in the fields and in the kitchen garden in springtime have really take 
hold in later June - the kitchen garden is flourishing.
It also needs constant care.
From the Noah Blake diary,  June 24,  1805:
"Worked in the garden today and pruned in the orchard.  Found many of the apple and pear trees with insects."
Now,  just how did one rid their trees of such insects without modern repellent?
Well,  if we read on in the diary we can learn one way,  for inside the original diary there were folded papers,  including one with a recipe to destroy Insects on Fruit trees:
"Take a shovel full of soot,  one of Quick Lime,  mixed together;  take some of this and put it windward of the tree,  and sprinkle some water upon it,  when a great quantity of Gas will be evolved,  which ascending into the Tree will destroy Insects,  without injury to the Plant,  as it rather helps vegetable life."

Weeding was also a constant chore come June.
Anne pulling weeds where the asparagus is planted.

My wife,  Patty,  coming in from weeding the kitchen garden.
In the 18th century,  gardeners generally disposed of pulled weeds by feeding them to livestock,  composting them,  or burning them.  Because organic waste was highly valued,  pulled weeds were routinely tossed into designated manure or  "dung"  heaps to break down into fertilizer,  or given to chickens and pigs as supplemental feed.
Anne pulled quite a few weeds herself from the Daggett kitchen garden.

Later June and into July are the times for haying for the colonial farmer.  The alfalfa,  clover,  and timothy hay mixture reaches its knee-high height about now,  and just as the clover and alfalfa plants begin to flower,  it's time to cut the hay.  
Normally done by hand with a sickle or a scythe,  the farmer and his hands headed to the hay field.
The grass sickle was typically used for cutting grass for hay or harvesting cereal crops.  The inside of the curve is the cutting edge,  and is serrated.  The farm-hand swings or chops the blade against the base of the crop,  cutting through the stems with a sawing action.
One of the most well-known early farm and household tools that is rarely used in the U.S.  today is the scythe.  Considered in our modern times as an accessory for horror movies or Hallowe'en costumes  (the Grim Reaper or the 4th of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse comes to mind),  this all important tool was used for cutting  (or reaping)  grain,  stalks,  grass and other crops.
Scythes...they have not changed much at all from the 
early ancient days of farming into the 18th,  throughout the 19th,  and continued into the early 20th centuries.

The design of scythes allowed farmers to stand upright and cut large,  sweeping swaths of hay close to the ground,  replacing the more strenuous,  bending motion of the earlier hand sickle.
So it was by hand with a scythe or sickle,  the farmer headed to the hay field.
Help was often needed for haying.  Many of the men from town would help in haying as necessary.  Through this work many debts could be paid off.  As noted in the book,  Tidings From the 18th Century by Beth Gilgun:  "Someone might pay the cordwainer for his new shoes or the tailor for a new great coat by the labor of mowing the fields.  And besides the mowing there is the raking and hauling---for surely the hay must be brought into the barns if it is to be used for winter feed.
Before starting to cut hay,  and often during the mowing,  the men must whet  (sharpen)   the scythe blades to keep them sharp.  Many of the men carried stones with them  (which are)  kept clean and rinsed in a horn containing water.  The horn is slung over their shoulder and rides at the waist.  The blade can then be sharpened whenever necessary."
Ms.  Gilgun has done a splendid job in her wonderful book in describing haying and mowing,  so I shall like to continue with her description,  for I feel it helps the reader to in an immersive sense:
"Sometimes,  even in the midst of the hard work of haying,  someone will take it 
into their head to call for a contest.  If there is a friendly rivalry between men as to who is 
the better mower,  a contest is one way to resolve the question."
The old saying,  "Make hay while the sun shines,"  is very true,  for there was around a three week window from start to finish to make hay.  So if the day was sunny and warm,  what was cut in the morning could be raked by mid-afternoon.
Then came the tedious task of  "making hay."  Using a pitch fork,  the hay would be piled into about four-foot high and wide stacks,  and these bundles would be carefully constructed so they would shed rain and stand up to strong wind.
After a day or two of drying in the field,  these bunches would then be hauled to the barn by hay wagon to be unloaded and stored.
The hay would have been made into a rick although some of it would have gone 
into the loft of the stable for horses.  A hay rick,  by the way,  is a stack of hay used as a covering or thatching for protection from the weather.  Many farmers would 
bank their homes with hay during the fall to help insulate it from the winter's cold.
(That is not a rick of hay in this photo,  by the way)
There was always the danger of spontaneous combustion should the hay contain moisture,  so drying it out properly once cut was of great importance.
The hay was nearly always stored on the second floor of the barn,  if the barn had one,  making it easier to drop it down to the bottom as needed.
Haying season would sometimes stretch into July---even late July,  allowing a week or two to catch up on chores that had been overlooked.  For instance,  even though farmers would mend their fences before the planting season,  the wood barriers always needed attention.  This could very well include new fence posts along with the labor of digging post holes,  which was a very difficult task.
But then,  haying season,  should it go deep into the following month,  could also force the farmer into extra labor with the summer wheat harvest.
It is interesting how farmers used to work in what we now call darkness.  Many present-day scientists insist that the early countrymen had extraordinary eyesight,  keener than the average eyesight of today.  Farmers frequently did their haying well into the night,  using the moon or stars for illuminations,  and taking advantage of the coolness of the summer night.
To maximize nutritional value,  crops for hay are cut while they are still green and immature,  before they flower or set seed.  This generally occurs earlier in the summer than a grain harvest.


Since we are in 2026,  let's take a break from farming and look at the important occurrences of the month of June 250 years ago:
June - 1776
June 7:  Richard Henry Lee presented a formal resolution for independence,  famously declaring that "these United Colonies are,  and of right ought to be,  free and independent States".
June 11:  The Continental Congress formed a  "Committee of Five"—comprising Thomas Jefferson, John Adams,  Benjamin Franklin,  Roger Sherman,  and Robert Livingston—to draft the Declaration of Independence.
June 12:  The Virginia Revolutionary Convention adopted the Virginia Declaration of Rights,  a historic document drafted by George Mason that heavily influenced the U.S.  Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights.
June 28:  The Committee of Five formally presented their draft of the Declaration of Independence to the Continental Congress for debate

So,  of course,  you know what's coming next.
But I will be commemorating the Declaration of Independence in a different manner next week on this blog-----I hope you will return and check it out.

This monthly daily life series will be a year in the making.
To check out my first three  'chapters'  in this,  please check out the links below.
For the month of March,  please click HERE
For the month of April,  please click HERE
For the month of May,  please click HERE
To learn about ancient farming practices,  please click HERE





























































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Friday, May 29, 2026

Doing History Things Memorial Day Weekend: At The Cabin, at Greenfield Village, and at a Parade

Welcome to spring 1776.
America is such an amazing country,  and we have persevered through so much. 
And I enjoy celebrating who we are and where we've come from to get where we are today.
In 1776,  agriculture was the backbone of the American economy.  It was a grueling,  labor-intensive lifestyle focused on subsistence rather than profit,  relying primarily on human muscle,  crude wooden tools,  and draft animals.
But it was a proud occupation  and the true backbone of our Nation,  for back in 1776,  when the Founders first signed the Declaration of Independence,  around 95% of U.S.  citizens worked directly in agriculture.  
We are also a nation that looks to and remembers those men and women who have given their all for our country.  That's what Memorial Day is all about - to honor  and to mourn all U.S.  military personnel who died while serving in the Armed Forces.  Since I began to reenact and take part in living history,  I've learned much more about the inner details of our history than I ever could have imagined.
America,  land that I love...

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We were quite busy mixing,  celebrating,  and commemorating America's history over Memorial Day Weekend~~~!
Let's begin with Friday - May 22---my birthday.
A few days before my birthday,  my dear wife asked me what I wanted as a gift.  I told her a day spent in the past together---the  Colonial past.  Spending a few hours at the Waterloo Cabin working in the kitchen garden...and also a visit to Greenfield Village---in our 1770s clothing.
Even though we began our day at Greenfield Village,  for today's post I am going to do a switcheroo and begin with our time working at the Waterloo Cabin kitchen garden at the Waterloo Farm Museum first,  then show photos of our Greenfield Village visit.
A birthday selfie for your
friendly 18th century farmers.
Our founding political leaders,  such as Thomas Jefferson,  viewed farmers as the most virtuous and patriotic citizens,  believing that those who owned and worked the land had a natural,  uncompromising investment in the country's freedom.  What this all means,  as you might expect,  such labor was cherished:  in a letter to John Jay,  Thomas Jefferson wrote that  “Cultivators of the earth are the most valuable citizens.”  Jefferson and America’s other early leaders,  including George Washington and John Adams,  held farmers in high esteem.  
For most agricultural laborers,  since early farm work was done by hand,  this meant long days struggling to survive,   with little time for anything else that was not a necessity. 
Patty and I were previously there at the cabin only two weeks earlier  (click HERE),  along with other members of our colonial cabin crew,  and even three of our grandkids.  And we all labored pretty hard out in the garden for most of that day,  for the good folks at Waterloo were unable to till the land for us beforehand,  due to circumstances beyond their control,  so we all spent hours digging up the overgrown grass and weeds that were growing in the hard dirt.   Though we could not get it all completed in one day,  we did till in sections and then planted as much as we all could.  Hence a reason why Patty & I came out again - to till and sow what we could not complete a couple weeks earlier.
Living the colonial life.
My wife,  Patty,  uses the hoe to help pull out weeds. 
We both knew we had a lot of work ahead of us so we got busy right away.
As patriotic fever spiked in the spring of 1776,  gardeners in the 13 American Colonies went about their traditional work:  cultivating the soil,  fertilizing,  sowing seeds,  and weeding--to sustain themselves independently to meet their own needs without relying entirely on external sources.  
Tilling and the other work we did in our own 18th-century colonial American kitchen garden relied entirely on manual labor, including hand tools.  
And planting heirloom seeds to keep it authentic.
We've been doing our best to emulate that,  especially since this is spring 1776 for us  So,  I suppose this is another way for us to celebrate and commemorate America250.
As you can see,  we had our work in tilling cut out for us.
 We both agreed that it was definitely better when we had a few others helping a couple weeks ago.

Wearing my work shoes.
Even though we've had a goodly amount of rain,  the ground was still hard and dry.
In 18th-century Colonial America,  kitchen gardeners rarely used plows,  relying instead on  a lot of sweat and muscle to utilize the heavy,  human-powered iron and wooden tools.  The primary implements for tilling and preparing the earth included the shovel and spade for deep turning,  hoes,  rakes,  and pitchforks for clearing and weeding,  and the dibble stick for planting.
Patty and I could see we needed to do more tilling before we began sowing,  so we dove right into the most physical part of our labor,  digging and overturning the soil and clearing out the weeds.  
Mostly Patty and I worked together as a team,  with me turning it over and she clearing it out.
It was nice having the sun out,  but with a lighter wind,  it was definitely cooler when it went behind a cloud.

It was tough work - the kind of work this old city man is not used to doing.  But I / we persevered and are dedicated to living history.
I do wish the discs in my lower back weren't degenerating.
Oh!  To have the strength of twenty years ago!

I took this picture from an angle I hadn't done before,  but it certainly shows well the cabin's location from the kitchen garden.

Though I've seen historic planting done this way,  I did not know the stick tool I used to dig  (or poke)  holes into the ground for the seeds had a particular name.  In fact,  I did not even know it was a tool at all:
A dibble stick  (also known as a dibber or dibbler)  is a pointed handheld tool used in gardening and agriculture to poke  "evenly spaced,  precise holes into the soil for planting seeds,  seedlings,  or small bulbs.  It ensures consistent planting depth and helps streamline the sowing process."
This was frequently used in those early gardening day.
And the research continues...
Since I didn't have an actual dibbler,  I used a simple stick I found and marked the depth by eyeing it.
I plan to make myself such a tool.
Here's a handmade dibber  (aka dibbler)  that I picked up afterward.
I plan to replicate this.  It shouldn't be difficult.

Planting New England Heirloom pumpkins once again.
I seem to have good success with that.
I've had many people exclaim to me how surprised they are to see Patty and I - and the others when they are with us - working in and sitting on the ground,  getting our period clothing dirty.
Well,  they're actual work clothes and are meant to get soiled.  
Patty planted green beans...

...squash...and brussel sprouts~

Of course,  to water our freshly sown seeds,  we filled the watering jug.

Though there were multiple style watering cans and jugs used in the 1700s,  I purchased the kind I saw used at the Daggett Farm House at Greenfield Village,  which is what you see here in these photos.  I've also seen this type,  also known as a Terra Cotta thumb watering jug,  used at Colonial Williamsburg.

Watering cans have changed little over the centuries, 
and that's another reason I chose the jug.
When we present and kids are around,  they love using it.
There were no kids on this day - just the two of us living a past life.
The time my wife and I spent at the cabin would have been enough for me,  but I was also able to spend time at Greenfield Village with her💓😊~~~  "History things"!  

Originally we planned to go to the cabin first,  but we switched it around at the last minute and went to Greenfield Village first,  for we knew we would be quite smelly and dirty after working in the garden.  
Here we are...Mr.  &  Mrs.  Daggett,  mayhaps?
I think not quite,  but those who know me know that I visit the Daggett House
often,  have done research on the house and on the family that once lived here.
We are the most Daggett-y non-Daggetts there ever was!

Ruth gave Patty a wonderful garden tour.
Here they are checking out the madder root plant.

The 18th century fashion of raised beds in the Daggett kitchen garden.
Kitchen garden beds combined vegetables,  herbs,  and sometimes fruit trees,  and were usually located just outside the home.  They provided families with daily food,  medicinal remedies,  and textile dyes.

While Patty was learning more about the kitchen garden with Ruth,  Anne and I had a nice conversation as well.

Anne continued to weed the beds throughout the day.
Here she is with the asparagus.

We can see the hops for beer-making on the right while Anne has a basket filled with weeds.
Why keep the weeds?
In the 18th century,  gardeners generally disposed of pulled weeds by feeding them to livestock,  composting them,  or burning them.  Because organic waste was highly valued,  pulled weeds were routinely tossed into designated manure or  "dung"  heaps to break down into fertilizer,  or given to chickens and pigs as supplemental feed.
Anne,  Patty,  and myself.
Look at them asparagus!

Off to compost the pulled weeds...

Meanwhile,  inside the great hall,  there is cooking and knitting going on.

Cooking up sugar cakes.

A few years ago,  Roy & Chuck made a new well-sweep,  for the old one was rotting.  Anyhow,  the previous sweep was not an original to the house or anything,  but I really liked it and because of my interest,  I learned about historic well-sweeps.
Anyhow,  a new one was made and I even got to help erect it  (click HERE):
So....that being said,  I was hoping that the powers-that-be would be kind enough to either let me have or let me purchase the  "Y"  branch used for the previous sweep.  
The  "Y"  branch I am interested in.
It's been sitting at the fence for the past three years,  rotting further.  It would be a neat little Daggett souvenir for me,  since everyone knows my passion for the house.  But,  alas,  it doesn't look to be happening.  I've asked but...nada.
My sadness is that one day it'll be gone without a care or thought in hopes that I will not notice,  and I'll find out it was cut up and burned.
That'll show me! 
Why is this non-original / non-historic piece of wood important to me?
Because it was a part of the presentation of this house.  No,  not original to  this house or even ancient or historic in any way,  but helped with the Daggett appearance.  And that is my only reason.  With me,  it'll have a long life yet to come.

My wife and I began to get hunger pangs,  so it was from the Daggett Farm House that we made our way to the Eagle Tavern for a meal.
I wish I could say we took the horse and carriage to the tavern,  but we,  instead,  walked.
While others might choose Cracker Barrel or Bob Evans or even a fast-food joint,  I always call the Eagle Tavern my favorite restaurant.  Patty and I first came here to eat back in 1983,  in the days they would apply 1st person here,  and we have been coming every year since  (though they no longer utilize 1st person).
Imagine being able to dine inside a tavern that was built in 1831.  Okay,  a few years out of our time as colonials,  but a tavern is a tavern is a tavern.  In other words,  like log cabins,  taverns had changed very little since the earliest days in America.
Patty and I at the Eagle Tavern.  We had just enjoyed a fine meal of stewed beef  (for me)  and trout  (for my wife).
After our fine Eagle Tavern meal and a fine Greenfield Village visit,  we were off again...to our other favorite place---Waterloo Cabin,  which began this post.
I have to let you know that on our way to the cabin,  "Birthday"  by The Beatles  (from The White Album)  came on the car radio.
I wonder...hmmm...lol
Had to crank it,  though....
So,  we did go to the cabin,  as you read about earlier,  and from there the long drive home.
What a wonderful birthday I had!

But we're not done yet!
How about the Memorial Day Parade held in St.  Clair Shores?
A few of us - Patty,  Charlotte,  myself,  along with SAR  (Sons of the American Revolution)  and DAR  (Daughters of the American Revolution)  members - were invited by the SAR to take part in the St.  Clair Shores  (Michigan)  Memorial Day Parade - Michigan's largest for this holiday.
Even though Memorial Day is for us to remember and to honor those military men and women who gave their  "last full measure of devotion"  (making the ultimate sacrifice),  the parade attendees and participants were not solemn but joyous,  as I truly believe those who died would want.  
With this being America's 250th year,  I asked to borrow one of the flags for this posed picture.
Charlotte revised her wonderful Martha Washington,  my wife Patty portraying a farmer's wife,  and I suppose I was Paul Revere.

 Another  posed picture of the three of us in the staging area for the parade participants.

"Idle hands are the Devil's workshop"  is a classic proverb warning that boredom and a lack of purpose leave the mind vulnerable to temptation and destructive habits.  My wife Patty need never worry about that,  for due to her constant knitting  (and/or crocheting),  her hands  (and mind)  are never idle.

The wonderful Plymouth Fife & Drum Corps~~~
And Charlotte is in the middle of it all.

The festively decorated trailer in which we rode upon.

Or sit in should we get tired.
"Well the first thing you know ol'  Jed's a millionaire..."

We were proud participants of the Sons of the American Revolution  (SAR)  float.

Following close behind was the Plymouth Fife & Drum Corps,  who played our kinda music the entire nearly two mile stretch!
The Plymouth Fife & Drum Corps also always joins us for Patriot's Day event at Mill Race Village.

Charlotte had such a ball,  yelling to the crowd,  telling them that her husband,  General Washington,  sends his regards.

Long-time friend,  Ian,  saw us and ran up to us for a selfie!
Ian,  himself,  was in the Dearborn Memorial Day Parade the next day playing his bagpipes~

We very much enjoyed smiling and waving at all those sitting at the sidelines watching.
Toward the end of the parade route the flags being passed out were gone - no more to give.  I had only one flag that I waved but gave it to a child...and that little one gave me such a smile!  My wife did the same shortly after.

I was able to snap a few shots of a few of the others who participated in the parade,  including Parade mainstay,  Lynn Anderson:
My friend Lynn Anderson and her husband Vince and their Herbie the Love Bug from the 1968 movie of the same name.
No,  this is not the actual movie star Volkswagen - though it is the same make and model,  however,  and painted to look just like the original.  From what news writer Maria Allard wrote in the local Metro-Detroit C&G Newspapers a few years back:  after seeing the original Love Bug movie and its sequels,  Lynn loved the car so much she bought her very own 1965 Volkswagen Beetle she  “found in a barn in Dundee.”  The Clinton Township resident refers to her find as  “a Herbie the Love Bug tribute car.”
Here is the original  "movie star" ~~~
Pretty cool,  eh?
 
Great scott!
It's Doc Brown and his DeLorean!

Actually this is Joe Vitale and his Back to the Future DeLorean.
Looks like he went back much further than 1955~~~

Celebrating 20 years
a haunted attraction aimed to thrill all scare levels
"Looking for the best haunted house near Detroit?  Scarefest Scream Park is more than just a 15-minute walk-through—it’s a full-scale Halloween festival and the ultimate destination for a night out with friends and family."

Here is the float for 
Vietnam Veterans of America.
~Thank you for your service.
To see so many people waving the American flag,  also the America 250 flag,  and wearing red white and blue apparel as we moved passed  was a wonderful site indeed!
It was an honor for us to take part.

So here we go - 
My house on Memorial Day Monday:
The Betsy Ross and the America 250 flags.
I visited Greenfield Village once again on Memorial Day itself,  as I have for literally decades  (yes,  decades---remember,  I was also a part of Civil War Remembrance).
Imagine my surprise and disappointment when I saw there were no patriotic buntings or flags anywhere in the Village.  Not at Firestone Farm,  not at Eagle Tavern,  Wright House,  the TinType Shop,  nothing hanging from the light posts---no red white and blue anywhere.
For shame.
It is a true American Holiday,  and in years past - as recent as last year - the red white and blue were giving all visitors that patriotic flavor as early as mid-May.
So...I asked about a half-dozen workers in about a half dozen areas and received just about as many answers.
Just excuses,  in my opinion.
I also posted my feelings on one of the Greenfield Village facebook pages,  which upset a few folk.  I have a feeling some believe I do not like Greenfield Village.
On the contrary,  I complain because I love Greenfield Village and disagree with the direction in which they seem to be heading.  I have the right,  as a paid member,  to complain.  Those who agree with me will agree.  Those who disagree have that right as well.
By the way,  if you are interested in other postings I've written on our great nation,  please click HERE for one entitled  "With Liberty and Justice For All:  The Fight for Independence (From the Collection at The Henry Ford Museum & Greenfield Village)"
Actually,  I wrote a posting with a bunch of American History links - click HERE to visit my posting entitled  "Links to the American Revolution from Passion for the Past Postings to Help Celebrate America's 250th
To see how patriotic Greenfield Village used to be,  click HERE

To see posts about our other colonial cabin excursions,  please click any of the links below:
~To read about our 2020  autumn harvest excursion - our first time at the cabin - click HERE
~To read about our 2021 wintertime excursion at the cabin - click HERE
~To read about our 2021 springtime excursion at the cabin - click HERE
~To read about our 2021 summertime excursion at the cabin - click HERE
~To read about our 2021 summer harvesting of the flax at the cabin - click HERE
~To read about our 2021 autumn excursion - click HERE
~To read about our 2022 winter excursion at the cabin - please click HERE
~To read about our 2022 spring excursion at the cabin - please click HERE
~To read about our 2022 summer excursion at the cabin - please click HERE
~To read about our 2022 autumn excursion at the cabin  (Pioneer Day) - please click HERE
~To read about our 2023 winter excursion at the cabin  (Candlemas) - please click HERE
~To read about our 2023 spring excursion at the cabin  (Rogation Sunday) - please click HERE
~To read about our 2023 late spring at the cabin - click HERE
~To read about the 2023 early summer - please click HERE
~To read about the 2023 summer  (Lammas Day) - please click HERE
~To read about the 2023 autumn Pioneer Day - please click HERE
~To read about our 2023 Thanksgiving harvest celebration - please click HERE
~To read about our 2024 Winter experience at the cabin - please click HERE
~To read about our 2024 spring excursion at the cabin - please click HERE
~To read about our 2024 late spring with just Patty & I - click HERE 
~To read about our 2024 summer  (Lammas Day) - please click HERE
~To read about our 2024 mid-and-late-summer - please click HERE
~To read about our 2024 mid-September - click HERE
~To read about our 2024 autumn Pioneer Day Celebration - please click HERE
~To read about our 2024 Thanksgiving Harvest - please click HERE
~To read about our 2024 Christmas at the Farm Cabin presentation - please click HERE
~To read about our 2025 winter & Candlemas Day - please click HERE
~To read about our 2025 spring/early May Rogation Sunday excursion - please click HERE
~To read about our 2025 Memorial Day/Late May visit,  please click HERE
~To read about our 2025 (Lammas Day)  Celebration,  please click HERE
~To read about our 2025 September visit with my grandson experiencing living history,  click HERE
~To read about our 2025 Pioneer Day event,  please click HERE
~To read about our 2025 Harvest Thanksgiving Celebration  (including my grandson!),  click HERE  
~To read about our 2025 Colonial Christmas Celebration/Christmas at the Farm  click HERE
~To read about our 2026 Early March/Late Wintertime at the cabin,  please click HERE
~To read about our 2026 Early April - time spent with Grandchildren at the cabin  (you will need to scroll a bit),  please click HERE
~To read about our 2026 spring planting in early May,  please click HERE
So...adding this current visit written at the beginning of today's post,  that makes 38 days spent in the 18th century at this cabin.
Oh,  what joy each and every visit to the cabin continues to be!
God willing,  these adventures will continue for a long time to come.

Until next time,  see you in time.














































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