Thursday, November 24, 2022

Thanksgiving Facebook Posts 2022

A while back,  when the covid pandemic was at its peak,  I took part in a  'ten-day'  reenactor photo challenge where we who reenact and do living history were asked to keep up the passion for our hobby with reenactment images from past events due to everything being cancelled.
Of course,  I took part,  but I didn't end it in ten days;  I,  instead,  did a complete 365 days of this photo challenge,  including historical information with each,  which I really enjoyed very much.  And on the 1st day of each month I did a blog post on the previous month's Facebook photo challenge photos and included the blurbs I wrote about each.
Now,  no,  I'm not redoing that again.  Instead,  for the week leading up to and including Thanksgiving I decided to celebrate this holiday/holy day,  which many believe is overlooked due to it being so close to,  and associated with,  Christmas,  by posting history bits on the holiday - a sort of  history-in-a-nutshell.
I have written about Thanksgiving's histories before:  
and
I've also written about my own various ways of celebrating,  including my anti-Black Friday Greenfield Village excursions,  of which I have links for at the bottom of this post.
So,  this year,  for this holiday that is said to be overlooked  (of which I disagree,  but that's another story),  I have here what I've been posting on my Facebook page on the days leading up to Thanksgiving.
And here are my various celebratory posts,  beginning with the cover picture that I
posted on Friends of Greenfield Village on Saturday,  November 19:
Tis the season of giving thanks,  and we are headed quickly toward a Thanksgiving celebration!
As we find ourselves moving up to this ancient holiday,  one of which nearly all cultures celebrated at one time or another,  I thought this wonderful photograph taken inside the Eagle Tavern by William Dudzinski‎ a few years back perfectly epitomizes the look and feel of a 19th century harvest.
Fall harvest festivals had been celebrated mainly in New England on different dates in different states.  But Sarah Josepha Hale,  author of the nursery rhyme  'Mary Had a Little Lamb,'  urged President Lincoln  to make Thanksgiving a national holiday,  perhaps to help bring our Union together during this tumultuous time of the Civil War.  In her letter she convinced Lincoln to support legislation establishing a day of  Thanks as a national holiday,  which he proclaimed on October 3,  1863:  "I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States,  and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands,  to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next,  as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens.”
(President Washington, in the middle of the Revolutionary War,  also gave a Thanksgiving Proclamation:  “In Congress November 1, 1777
The committee appointed to prepare a recommendation to the several states,  to set apart a day of public Thanksgiving…recommended to the legislative or executive powers of these United States,  to set apart Thursday,  the 18th day of December next,  for solemn thanksgiving and praise…” 
But this proclamation was not for an annual Federal-type holiday like Abraham Lincoln’s).
So with the harvest in,  the end of November was,  for many farmers,  a special season of celebration and feasting,  and for those who lived during that time,  the holiday had much more preparation than the modern last-minute-run-to-the-grocery-store-to-get-everything-you-need-for-Thanksgiving-dinner that is so common today.
Preparing food in the 19th century was not simply a matter of making ingredients palatable.  It also required a staggering amount of skills such as plucking feathers from fowl,  butchering animals large and small,  making bread by flour ground at the gristmill,  milking,  making cheese,  grinding corn and preparing the other vegetables,  chopping kindling,  keeping a fire burning indefinitely,  and understanding how to adjust the temperature of the coal or wood stove...or a frontier hearth.

And on my own Facebook page:
Sunday,  November 20 - Day One
I am very excited for our harvest feast of Thanksgiving this week!  My favorite meal of the year - - - 
"When the farmer has fallowed and tilled all the land,
And scattered the grain with a bountiful hand
And the team that had labored with harrow and plough,
Has conveyed the rich produce safe home to the mow.
Sing,  Harvest Home!  Harvest Home!
And shout with full voices our Harvest home!"

Monday,  November 21 - Day Two
Did you know that there are a few songs written specifically for Thanksgiving?  One is  "Over The River and Through The Woods."
The other?
Well...since you asked - - here's a background story...
This Thanksgiving carol was written by James Lord Pierpont and published under 
the title  "One Horse Open Sleigh"  in the autumn of 1857.  In 1859,  the title was revised to  "Jingle Bells."  This was during a time when Thanksgiving was celebrated at different times in the fall months,  depending on the state,  so the harvest feast could had been celebrated later in the autumn when the snow had already fallen. 
Our modern ears believe that the jingle bells heard during the snowy season are for Christmas because of this ever-popular song.  That is truly not the case:  jingle bells 
were originally put on sleighs for safety reasons.  The horse's clip-clopping usually 
heard along the roads are muffled greatly by the snow-covered ground of late fall and winter,  and the head covering the folks wore also muffled the sound of the on-coming beasts and carriages,  making the pedestrian pert-near deaf.  This could be a dangerous situation,  except for the higher-pitched sounds of the jingle bells warning the pedestrian to move out of the way.  Just as horns are required on the modern day motor vehicles,  bells were once a must for snow-covered travel on sleighs.  "Keeping to the Right"  upon hearing the jingling of a sleigh was the rule then as it is for automobiles today. 
The rhythm of the tune mimics that of a trotting horse's bells.
It didn't take long,  however,  for this secular ditty to join the growing myriad of 
carols for Christmas.
It was in 1789 when the fourth Thursday in November was first proclaimed a Thanksgiving holiday by George Washington as president,  with other presidents following suit.  But it wasn't until 1870 that Congress made it a permanent national holiday.
Numerous countries around the world,  including Canada,  Brazil,  Liberia,  also celebrate Thanksgiving as a national holiday,  and England,  among many others,  still celebrates a harvest festival.  
Celebrating Thanksgiving is in keeping with a long tradition dating back centuries of celebrating the harvest and giving thanks for a successful bounty of crops,  including Native Americans,  the people of the Middle East,  Africans,  and Asians.

Also on Monday November 21:
Monday Night at the Giorlando Theater - 
tonight we watched  "Desperate Crossing" - - 
Part movie-part documentary  (otherwise known as a docu-drama),  this film  (believe it or not produced by The History Channel)  of the pilgrims is two and a half hours of a well-known and very important part of our American history,  although you may not realize how little you actually do know of these separatists and of the times they lived.  In fact,  it certainly is more movie than documentary and,  although interspersed throughout are historians filling in the gaps,  this docu-drama is as engulfing and riveting as any full-length period movie I have seen.  The lives and times of these early European settlers are authentically portrayed by use of English Shakespearean actors,  and the quality shows.  Never have I seen any other film put flesh on the bones of the pilgrims to the extent this one does.  A social history extravaganza!
The clothing,  lighting,  effects  (especially while on the Mayflower),  and,  at times,  even some of the speech patterns are reflected fairly accurately.  I did not see the typical revisionist history so often reflected in many of  today's historical depictions.  They were very religious folk bent on keeping their practices,  even if they had to cross the ocean to do it,   and this movie shows that in no uncertain terms.
The Indian/Wampanoag dramatization was done very well for the most part,  although I would have preferred to have their speech in their original  (or close to their original)  language and include the use of sub-titles.
That is my own small complaint.  
But it is a fair representation of  this point in America's history,  one that Plimouth Plantation worked along side the Massachusetts Wampanoag Tribe to create.
For teachers and lovers of history I recommend this docu-drama very highly,  for I believe it's the best out there at this time.  A wonderful way to learn about our past.
The front cover of  the DVD...
...and the back.

Tuesday,  November 22 - Day Three
Day three of my historical Thanksgiving posts:
During the early 1700s,  individual colonies commonly observed days of  Thanksgiving throughout each year,  and the governors of Massachusetts,  Connecticut,  and New Hampshire began to make proclamations for an autumn Thanksgiving  celebration,  though we might not recognize a traditional Thanksgiving Day from that period,  as it was not a day marked by plentiful food and drink as is today's custom,  but rather a day set aside for prayer and fasting;  a true  “thanksgiving”  was a day of prayer and pious humiliation,  thanking God for His special Providence. 
But,  as the century wore on,  it gradually turned more into a festive celebration as much as it was a holy day  (or holiday),  and toward the end of the 1700s men devoted Thanksgiving morning to hunting or turkey shoots,  like the one in 1783 in Warren,  New Hampshire,  where hens and turkeys were tied to stakes and men paid four and a half pence to shoot a hen at a distance of eight rods,  or nine pence to shoot a turkey from ten rods  (a rod is an old English measure of distance equal to 16.5 feet).  Usually the birds were killed before being mounted on the stakes.  If a man hit the bird,  it was his to take home. 
Then,  perhaps after dinner  (quote from 1796):  "Lydia and Polly have prevailed upon Seth to put the team of horses into the old sleigh and are at this moment enjoying all the transports of  a Thanksgiving Sleighride."  This coincides with yesterday's historical note of  "Jingle Bells,"  written decades later,  originally being a Thanksgiving song.


Posted on Friends of Daggett House on Wednesday,  November 23 - and on my own page the same day:
The Thanksgiving holiday was,  in the early 1700s,  a day set aside for prayer and fasting;  a true  “thanksgiving”  was a day of prayer and pious humiliation,  thanking God for His special Providence.  But the celebration of Thanksgiving over the course of the 18th century evolved into a holiday celebrated around the dinner table.  Now,  this does not mean the residents of our early republic did not attend a church service on this special holy day,  for by far the greater majority certainly did.  And a good many of those folks found their way to church by way of walking,  for it was the most common mode of travel,  and the cheapest.  Some folks may have used horses,  sleds,  and wagons,  if available or accessible,  but mostly they walked.  The lower classes especially rarely,  if ever,  travelled simply for pleasure.  People would travel by foot for extraordinary distances to get supplies,  to visit friends and family,  and, to go to their Sunday or Holy Day church services  (which could include Thanksgiving).  They would then walk home and enjoy the bounty in which they had just thanked God for.
Yes,  even in the cold.
After the Revolutionary War,  just the fact that the former colonists even had a national day of thanksgiving was a tremendous step forward in creating an American identity,  and the former colonials had previously celebrated individually or as part of the British Empire.  Now they had experienced an event - the War and Independence - that had affected them all and formalized a celebration that involved each.  Americans had just taken a major step on the trail from colonies to states and from states to nation.
Thank you to Lynn Anderson for taking a wonderful picture…and not minding my Daggett modification  (lol).


Posted on Friends of Greenfield Village on Wednesday,  November 23:
On Thanksgiving Day you’ll want to be awake by five o’clock in the morning to get the range going good and hot,  for it must last the rest of the day.  And it takes an hour or longer for it to heat properly. 
Also,  rooms not normally used were opened and heated,  and fires had to be started if the day was particularly cold.
Preparing food in the 19th century was not simply a matter of making ingredients palatable.  It also required a staggering arrange of skills such as plucking feathers from fowl,  butchering animals large and small,  making bread,  milking,  making cheese,  grinding corn and preparing the other vegetables,  chopping kindling,  keeping a fire burning indefinitely,  adjusting the burners and temperature of the stove...
Finally,  the food is done and ready to be served:  roasted blue slate turkey,  stuffing,  mashed potatoes,  fried sauerkraut,  carrots,  white bread,  mashed squash,  two types of pickles,  canned peaches,  cranberries,  and mincemeat & pumpkin pie is the perfect choice for Thanksgiving dinner for such a farm family as the Firestones!
The dining room would normally be the room where the family would eat on this holiday.  However,  the Firestone Farm is a historic home,  therefore only allowing for food to be eaten in the busy kitchen.  But normally,  only the finest  "napery and ware"  would be used on such an occasion.


For Thanksgiving Day 2022 on my own Facebook page:
This just may be one of my most favorite photos of a colonial-era feast I've ever taken,  and I've taken quite a few.  Now,  as this was shot inside the 1750 home of Samuel & Anna Daggett,  we don't know if the Daggett's actually participated in the Thanksgiving holiday,  for they were Congregationalists and were strict to follow the bible.  They did not celebrate Christmas or Easter,  for neither date is specified.  I have little doubt,  however,  that they celebrated the harvest - thanking God for their bounty - but not sure if they celebrated with the country as a whole after the proclamations of 1777,  1782,  and 1789,  or if they just gave thanks on their own.
However,  I would like to include a Thanksgiving prayer here from the 18th century:
O MOST merciful Father,  who of thy gracious goodness hast heard the devout 
prayers of thy Church,  and turned our dearth and scarcity into cheapness and plenty:  We give thee humble thanks for this thy special bounty;  beseeching thee to continue thy loving-kindness unto us,  that our land may yield us her fruits of increase,  to thy glory and our comfort;  through Jesus Christ our Lord. 
Amen.
I would also like to add one of the most heartfelt notes I have seen about Thanksgiving was written on Thursday,  November 21,  1793 by 75 year old Samuel Lane of  Stratham,  New Hampshire.
Here it is,  in part:
"As I was musing on my Bed being awake as Usual before Daylight;  recollecting the Many Mercies and good things I enjoy for which I ought to be thankful this Day;
The Life & health of myself and family, and also of so many of my Children,  grand Children and great grandchildren...
for my Bible and Many other good and Useful Books,  Civil and Religious Priviledges...
for my Land,  House and Barn and other Buildings,  & that they are preserv'd from fire & other accidents.
for my wearing Clothes to keep me warm,  my Bed & Bedding to rest upon.
for my Cattle,  Sheep & Swine & other Creatures,  for my support.
for my Corn, Wheat,  Rye Grass and Hay;  Wool,  flax,  Syder,  Apples,  Pumpkins,  Potatoes,  cabages,  tirnips, Carrots,  Beets,  peaches and other fruit.
For my Clock and Watch to measure my passing time by Day and by Night.
Wood,  Water,  Butter,  Cheese,  Milk,  Pork,  Beefe,  & fish, &c.
for Tea,  Sugar,  Rum,  Wine,  Gin,  Molasses,  peper,  Spice &  Money for to bye other Necessaries and to pay my Debts and Taxes &c.
for my lether,  Lamp oyl &  Candles,  Husbandry Utensils, & other tools of every sort...
Bless the Lord O my Soul and all that is within me Bless his holy Name..."
~And there you have Thanksgiving in its glory.

My own past celebrations of  Thanksgiving and Thanksgiving Weekend
2017 - Travelling Through Time on Black Friday
2015 - Welcome Christmas:  The Past Meets the Present  (Black Friday GFV Visit)
 
Now,  I will most certainly continue to celebrate the weekend following Thanksgiving in the coming years as long as I am able with Christmas Tree cutting and decorating and Greenfield Village visits.  Yes,  I plan to continue on this year and all the following years as long as I am able.
My own personal tributes to this wonderful day where we continue to celebrate the harvest,  for that is exactly what it is:  celebrating the harvest and giving thanks and glory to God for His bounty.

Until next time,  see you in time.
Happy Thanksgiving!

































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Monday, November 14, 2022

A Feast of Friends: An Autumn Celebration With My "Cabin Cohorts"

It is unfortunate that our annual autumnal day at the Waterloo Frontier Cabin had to be cancelled for this year due to unforeseen circumstances,  but,  well,  the good folks at the Waterloo Historical Society have been nothing but kind to us,  so I am not complaining.  Over the years I've learned that when things don't go quite as you'd hoped they would,  you take a different route in finding a good alternative. 

 .......................................


My wife is drying herbs at our kitchen window, 
an idea she learned from visiting the Daggett House.
Whether or not they are used is no matter - 
she likes the look.
Yes,  yes,  another autumn-oriented posting.
But it is  my favorite season.  From September through early January I am more active than any other time of the year,  including summer,  and though December and January are technically a part of winter,  it's still a joyful period,  with Christmas and all.
For this posting I have combined two different events into one.  It was,  as the title of this posting suggests,  a celebration of friends - those of us who spend/spent time at the frontier cabin in Waterloo experiencing the past in a very real way;  we all had a fine time indeed. 
I also included a few Pioneer Day pictures from earlier in October when we were at the Cabin for that fine event.  These are photos that you have not seen yet,  for they were not included in my original posting
Spending that wonderful day at the cabin for Frontier Day was simply amazing,  and because for this year we were not able to utilize the frontier cabin as sort of solo living historians,  it was still a very good kind of replacement.
As for our return to the cabin----yup,  we are still planning on our winter excursion...and when we do it - probably toward the end of January or early February - the year for us will be 1773.  
These special 18th century cabin days are,  perhaps,  the highlight of my reenacting year.  
Our times there as a group without the public has been some of the best of all of my reenactments!  We've all been getting a much higher understanding by way of experience of our 18th century lives and applying it to our day's activities.
Again,  living the research.
In doing so we can pass these experiences on as teaching moments.  It also satisfies the hunger and thirst we have - this passion we have for the past.  It may be sorely overlooked in history books at schools and colleges,  but history is made from regular everyday people - the citizens - who survived under what we would consider harsh conditions.  
This is what it was supposed
 to be about...
We need to learn of  and from those who were not unlike you and I - the majority...both men and women - who may not have gotten their names in the history books,  but were,  nonetheless,  every bit as great and important as anyone else - (like  you and I are in our modern day).  Unfortunately,  many folks have a tendency in our day and age to over-simplify the roles of a colonial family with the insinuation that those who lived before our own  "enlightened"  time were backwoods,  backwards,  and just not as intelligent as we are.  But I heard such a great line from someone on C-Span a few years back that explains it all perfectly:  "People in the past were every bit as smart as people are today.  They just lived in a different time."  
Yes,  our 18th century ancestors were serious,  but they also had fun.  This all helps us somewhat understand the times in which they lived.  And perhaps not be so judgmental in looking back at them from the 21st century;  presentism,  I believe,  is what it is called.  Most of those from the past do not deserve such harsh judgment.  
Though it wasn't in the same manner as we usually visit,  spending an autumn day at the cabin during their Pioneer Day in early October was such a fine time.  And we certainly missed Larissa,  who wasn't able to join us that day,  but we did spend our time doing our 18th century everyday life activities;  Charlotte and Jackie cooked an excellent meal on the hearth,  I spent the day processing flax - flax that was hand-planted by seed and harvested right there just a few yards from the cabin!   A--n--d...my wife Patty joined us and brought along her spinning wheel!
The most noticeable difference was we had hundreds of people walking through,  whereas when we are there on our own it's just us.  So,  in a way,  we did get to sort of have our 1772 autumn cabin day,  it was just a bit busier than what we are used to.
Now,  a few of the following photos may have similarities to those I posted before,  but I can tell you not one posted here is the same.
The ladies prepared a wonderful stew.
"Are you going to eat that?"  people would ask.
Of course we are!
Numerous cast iron pots were strategically placed inside the hearth.

Cooking the stew on the hearth.

My beautiful wife,  Patty,  enjoyed her time spinning on her wheel.

The flax you see here was planted by seed  (by us!)  and grown right near the cabin.
In the photo below you see Larissa & I planting the flaxseed in the spring of  2021.
(Yes,  Charlotte and Jackie were planting as well)
Click  HERE  to get a better idea how we planted and harvested and prepared the flax before I could break,  scutch,  and hackle it for spinning.
Besides the flax break,  I also brought my scutching board  (above) 
and hackle  (not shown).

Our meal,  a hearty stew,  was excellent.
My first hearth meal was two years ago,  now I am hooked!
Food history has only recently been getting an acknowledgement,  but this is mostly due to living historians and reenactors researching intensely for a more accurate portrayal.  We're always on the lookout for recipes from days of old to help accent our time-travel experiences.  Oftentimes we'll use Amish-grown fowl or other meat and vegetables.  We've even used heirloom apples - Roxbury Russet - for our apple pies in past years.  Still,  this pie in the picture below had MacIntosh apples,  a variety of which has been around since the 1790s,  so I suppose that should be acceptable to some extent.  Better than using Honey Crisp  (lol)! 
My wife's apple pie for dessert!
Fresh off the hearth!
Can you smell it?

All of us who portrayed folks from the 17th and 18th centuries posed for this image.
To think this whole idea of experiencing colonial cabin life here initially came to me in a dream...it really did!   And look where it's taken me...all of us...!


So our  "solo"  fall cabin day had to be cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances.  But never fear - we'll be back in the winter!
My first thought upon hearing that the cabin was not available to us was that I didn't want to lose a traditional fall activity such as candle dipping,  so what to do...what to do...?
And that's when I came up with the idea of actually doing it,  but in my own yard where I've been dipping candles for years.  I mean,  we were already planning to spend November 5th at the cabin,  so why not a simple  (and closer)  change of venue.  Okay,  so I have no fireplace at my home,  meaning we cannot cook on the hearth,  but we could still try to do period things.  And my back room has been transformed to look old,  so,  though not truly authentic,  it could still work!  
Anyhow, though I had hoped to dip candles with my cabin friends,  we,  again,  due to unforeseen circumstances  (ie high fifty mph winds,  more recently known as the Gales of November)  had to change our plans.  However,  my friends still came over and it turned into a feast of cabin friends gathering/celebration.  We really had a lot of fun together - lots of goofing around,  good food,  and laughs!
Again - making lemonade out of lemons.
I did make the attempt to melt wax  (and also tallow)  for dipping,  but it just wasn't
going to work,  unfortunately.  So the fire was extinguished and it was in the
house I went to join the others.

My friend Theresa,  who was supposed to head up the tallow dipping, 
made homemade bread - it was so  good! 
And check out the design she etched in on top.

The bread was cut for dinner.
Now,  do you see those jars there?  They're filled with jam such as apple butter.
Yep---Theresa made and canned that as well!
Again,  it was excellent!

Unfortunately,  there was no hearth cooking.  It's kinda hard to
do so without a hearth to cook on,  but that doesn't mean the
food wasn't good.  On the contrary - so good!

Theresa's bread also went very well with...

...the stew my wife made!!
A feast indeed!

Here I am,  flanked by my good friends Larissa and Rebecca.
Larissa works at Greenfield Village while Rebecca used to.
We had a lot of fun joking around,  but we also had time for a philosophical discussion as well;  in this case,  time.  
As in...time.
You see,  this night we were to turn our clocks back one hour,  signifying the end of daylight saving time for this year,  and that brought on the topic and a discussion of  time and how accurate the clocks were back in the pre-electric age.  One of the questions posed was - if this were 1880 or maybe 1772,  where did one go to get the correct time?  To whom or what did they set their clocks to? 
Yeah...it's easy to say  "the sun."
But it was more than that.
Oh,  it was interesting to hear everyone's take on it.  It seemed,  however,  that in those days before atomic clocks and cell phones,  or calling  "Time"  on the telephones  (GR2-1212---"At the tone the time will be..."),  many people would use the train schedule or even the school bells signaling the start or the end of  the school day to set their clocks.  Folks in days of old did as best as they could,  and in our discussion we seem to have concluded that exact time just wasn't important.  In fact,  knowing the hours just wasn't necessarily very important in general,  especially for farmers,  for one mainly worked from sun up to sun down,  with a rough idea of when lunch time was,  or they simply ate when they were hungry.  And,  yes,  there were exceptions to this,  of course.  Oh,  they certainly had an idea of the time of day,  but not the exact  time like we have today.  An interesting take on the concept of telling time comes from a book I own called  Outcasts of Time by author Ian Mortimer.  In the following segment,  one of our main characters  (depicted in 1st person)  had time-traveled into the future year of 1546 from his own time of  1348:
The church bell in Chagford  (England)  rings out nine times. 
"Nine of the clock,"  remarks Tom.
"What is  'the clock'?"  I ask.
He looks at me.  "How can you not know what a clock is?  It is a machine for telling the time.  With weights and cogs and things like that.  Surely you've heard one?  They're proud of their clock in Chagford.  All the folks there live by its chimes.  But those from the town are constantly saying  'sorry,  sorry'  for their lateness - and why?  Because their clock tells them so.  If they didn't have a clock,  they would never be late.  No one would know."
I am still mystified.  How do you get a machine to tell the hour?  Time is reckoned by the motion of the sun around the Earth,  which is down to the Will of God,  so how do you make a machine that tells the Will of God?.
Yeah...good discussion for us...
I have a fairly large collection of 18th century hats,  most of the cocked/tricorn variety.
So the ladies decided to wear them.
My wife,  front left,  wore my farming hat.

Charlotte and Theresa~
Being they were wearing men's hats,  they decided to release their  "inner man" 
and arm wrestle.

No mistaking these ladies for colonial men,  no matter how hard they try.
Even if they're attempting to replicate an 18th century tavern!
This picture is in my top ten - I love it!

My stacked hats.
All but two were purchased at Samson's Historical.
You know,  every-so-often you need to let loose and have fun for fun's sake.  With the political turmoil we've been forced to endure for quite sometime,  the pandemic,  and just the anger and divisiveness we've been tolerating for quite a while now,  we just let loose a bit today.
And had fun.
A few members of Citizens of the American Colonies.
Our autumn group photo.

Late afternoon...my friends had left and the thick clouds were in the
process of prematurely turning day into night,  strong winds a-blowing.
'Twas a peaceful time for me...I lit a candle and finished my cyder and then,  
not too long after this shot,  I changed back to modern Ken in t-shirt and jeans. 
But for this moment...

Now,  I can be all upset that the weather on November 5th was not conducive for having a bonfire,  but I have to admit,  nearly every event I did this year had wonderful weather,  and I participated in a lot of events.  Especially this fall when rain and wind can be commonplace.  I have no right to complain,  so I'm not.  In fact,  I thank God for the gorgeous weather for most of  the year.  So,  yeah,  it's all good.
The same goes for the cabin:  when I heard that our now annual seasonal excursion to the cabin for autumn had to be cancelled for this year,  I was bummed,  needless to say.  Not angry,  mind you.  Just disappointed.  The times we spend there replicating life in the early 1770s have become the most special of all of my living history treks.  If  I've ever felt a time travel experience,  it's during these jaunts to the past with my friends Larissa,  Jackie,  and Charlotte,  for our knowledge combined is put to use and,  sometimes,  even to the test.  Oh,  and believe me when I say we get dirty,  we get calluses,  we get hot...and cold...but most important of all,  we get the experience.
However,  as stated earlier,  we still were able to do a fall harvest-y type of reenacting there in October,  so I will include that!  All is well and good.  And,  in all seriousness,  considering the times  (nine!)  that I've been able to utilize the cabin in an 18th century manner,  I'm a blessed man with no right to complain.  I am so lucky for those times I've been able to use it...and will continue to do so in future-past excursions.
Nope---no complaints from me!
It only means our plan to make tallow and beeswax candles will wait until the cold of  winter,  and the hope of making soap and possibly making beer using an 18th century recipe will need to wait until next autumn.
I am thankful.
Yes I am.

Until next time,  see you in time.

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Now,  how would you like to see how our past time travel living history adventures have gone here at the cabin?
To read about our 2020 autumn excursion 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 harvesting of the flax at the cabin,  please click HERE
To read about our 2021 autumn excursion making candles at the cabin,  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 summertime excursion at the cabin,  click HERE
To read about our 2022 autumn excursion for Pioneer Day at the Cabin,  click HERE
To learn about historic farm tools,  please click HERE
To learn about a year on a colonial farm - living by the seasons - click HERE
To learn about colonial textiles,  click HERE
To learn about a colonial summer experience,  please click HERE
To learn how colonials lived with candle light,  click HERE
Adding everyday life to colonial living,  click HERE
How my ancestors fit in time:  Putting Our Ancestors in their Place and Time


































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Monday, November 7, 2022

Greenfield Village: In Search of Autumn Past 2022

I have made the most - and am enjoying the heck - out of the fall season this year.  Just like my
  4th of July celebration this past summer,  I've just been putting my entire being into this season as I do in most of my historical and traditional excursions.  
It's been two years but I finally made a return to celebrate the autumn and Hallowe'en 
at my favorite local place of history,  Greenfield Village.
In my previous post you saw my Hallowe'en pictures as that I took while there, 
and now...here's a post  loaded with fall photos... - - 
The fa├žade of the Henry Ford Museum is an exact replication of  Independence Hall.
Henry Ford built this unique front of the museum that houses a Smithsonian-style
collection of  Americana as an exact replica of Independence Hall in Philadelphia, 
and it's here we'll begin our autumnal stroll to Greenfield Village...

~ Welcome to Autumn past ~

To me this photo of the front of  The Henry Ford Museum,  taken by Miranda Renaud 
on the last weekend of October,  exemplifies autumn past like few I have seen.
It was taken from the opposite direction of the picture above this.
Yes,  we still have a touch of color left in our trees,  though soon they will be lying 
brown and dead on the bricked street.  Because the fog hinders the distant view,  
with a little imagination this could be a picture of old Detroit circa 1900.
Or,  perhaps,  Philadelphia around the same time.

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I suppose you know by now that the autumn time of year is my absolute favorite.  And something that many folks do not know is that with the autumn and the fall-harvesting activities comes a historic connection to Hallowe'en,  for you see,  the telling of ghost stories on Hallowe'en derives from both the Druids'  belief that the ancestral dead arise on this night and the Christian directive to honor the souls of the departed at Hallowmas.
The full  "Hunter's Moon,"  taken at my home
during the pre-sunrise hours of  October 10.
It was only natural,  then,  at early American harvest time get-togethers,  when the communities would gather for such activities as corn-husking parties,  apple paring parties,  sugar and sorghum making days,  and even at thresherman dinner parties after the grain had been prepared to be taken to the gristmill,  that ghost stories would become an integral part of these autumn celebrations.  Many American ghost stories evolved from actual superstitions and rituals practiced by those who lived in the British Isles.  These tales of the ancestral dead were told and retold by the elders to a spellbound crowd,  late at night,  after all of the activities were done,  when the moon was fully risen and the trees outside shook with the autumn wind.  That's when people gathered around a fire and told one another tales of the silenced dead lying in graves nearby.
The above description aptly describes harvest time gatherings,  oftentimes around Hallowe'en - or All Hallow's Eve - and other times close to that date of  October 31st,  as the way it was celebrated centuries ago.  Much of  what Greenfield Village does this time of year is bring all of this together - both the harvest activities and the Hallowe'en celebrations past and present.  This all also ties in with the photo of the Moon in the above picture.  Historically,  many of the nicknames we use for full moons come  "from Native American,  Colonial American,  or other traditional North American sources passed down through generations,"  according to The Old Farmer's Almanac.   October's Hunter's Moon was given its name because it is believed that it signifies the time to go hunting in preparation for the cold season ahead.
(Yes,  it's this sort of  smaller,  seemingly insignificant information that can feed my historical soul like little else can).
Whereas my previous post shows Hallowe'en at Greenfield Village,  this one shows the beauty of fall past there.  You see,  the Village is closed to the general public for the month of October,  except for their Hallowe'en event.  However,  they do have something they call Members-Only Strolling Days.  This is where rides,  historic buildings,  and most shopping experiences will not be open,  but our playground,  Frozen Custard,  and the serene setting for 300 years of history will be all yours to enjoy.
Weekly Members-Only Strolling Days feature access for those included in your membership to walk the grounds of Greenfield Village on days when we are closed for general admission.  While you will certainly see other members,  you may also catch a glimpse of some of the work our staff does throughout the year to maintain the historic structures,  transportation and grounds.
I enjoyed the serenity of it,  I must say.
With that being said,  then,  let's enjoy a peek at the past in a colorful way:
Just a scene right out of  the 1850s,  with the brown JR Jones General Store
and the Eagle Tavern sitting there in the center.

It was a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.
Streaming files of wild ducks began to make their appearance high in the air; the bark of the squirrel might be heard from the groves of beech and hickory nuts, and the pensive whistle of the quail at intervals from the neighboring stubble field.
(From  "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"  by Washington Irving)
Note the 1831 Ackley Covered Bridge to the left,  and the circa 1800 birthplace of 
famed horticulturalist,  Luther Burbank,  there in the center.
Yes,  I see trees of  which are  "sober brown and yellow,  while some trees of the
tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple,
and scarlet"
   in this picture...simply beautiful.
If I had to choose just one photo that would give me the impression of what the Daggett House may have looked like when and where it was built back around 1750,  this great picture  (below)  by Ed Davis would be the one.  I do not see one iota of  modern here…Ed did a magnificent job naturally hiding all modernisms without the means of photoshop.
A great shot of the 1750s Daggett house by Ed Davis.
A walk along the tree-lined streets surrounded by homes and buildings of long ago greatly emphasizes the beauty and ~woodenness~ of the season.
I do hope the fall harvest celebrations will return with its own weekends next year,  as they used to have it before the dreaded covid struck.  It's a shame to have to spend money to witness what used to be free for members.  Plus,  the harvest deserves its own weekends,  not unlike Old Car festival and Motor Muster.
This,  like all seasons,  is a time of change.
The new awaits,  the old must pass away.
But this is autumn’s theme,  however strange:
Beauty is interwoven with decay.
Now,  you have heard of the Wayside Inn,  correct?
Built in 1686,  it became an inn,  called Howe's Tavern,  in 1716,  making it the oldest continuously operating inn in the United States.
Though not as old as the Wayside Inn,  the Eagle Tavern,  built in Clinton,  Michigan in 1831,  is well-preserved as if it were 1850,  and patrons who frequent the tavern can eat the same style fare as those from the mid-19th century did.
The Eagle Tavern,  built in Michigan in the early 1830s,  was one of a number
of  stops for travelers heading to Chicago from Detroit  (or vice-versa).
The Eagle Tavern does not,  however,  have the same fame and notoriety as the Wayside does,  even though both were restored by Henry Ford. 
The Wayside Inn in Sudbury,  Massachusetts.
One Autumn night,  in Sudbury town,
Across the meadows bare and brown,
The windows of the wayside inn
Gleamed red with fire-light through the leaves
Of woodbine,  hanging from the eaves
Their crimson curtains rent and thin.
As ancient is this hostelry
As any in the land may be,
Built in the old Colonial day,
When men lived in a grander way,
With ampler hospitality...
The photo here and the italicized quote below is courtesy of  Stephen Fletcher

"When you drive down Route 20 through Marlborough and Sudbury,  Massachusetts,  it’s all totally developed.  All you see are strip malls and fast food chains . . . that is . . . until you get to the Wayside Inn.  Suddenly Route 20 becomes a winding country road and you  happen upon this oasis of peace,  quiet,  and open space.  It could be 1820 for all you know."
Tales of a Wayside Inn is a collection of poems by American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  The book,  published in 1863,  depicts a group of people at the Wayside Inn in Sudbury,  Massachusetts,  as each tells a story in the form of a poem  (this is the same book that carries the infamous verse  "Paul Revere's Ride,"  by the way).
Henry Ford purchased the Wayside Inn in 1923,  and he envisioned transforming the old Colonial Inn into a living museum of American history,  an interest that predates the development of both Colonial Williamsburg and his own Greenfield Village.  Pursuing his vision to create a living museum of Americana that would be the first of its kind in the country,  Ford purchased 3,000 acres of property surrounding the Inn as well.  In the wonderful book entitled  'A History of Longfellow's Wayside Inn,'  there is a note that explains in good detail how Henry Ford not only restored the Wayside Inn itself,  but numerous other buildings on the land surrounding the inn that he purchased, including  "one house,  the circa 1700 Plympton House on Dutton Road,  (which was)  disassembled and moved to Greenfield Village."
Imagine that!  This house has a connection to the infamous Wayside Inn!  
Longfellow's prelude itself evokes an imagery of the past through the written word penned so eloquently:
By the way,  the above photo was taken at twilight time.  It was actually darker out 
than this image depicts - my camera grabs every speck of light it can when I don't 
use the flash.
Below is the same house taken a week before,  roughly from the same angle,  though much earlier in the day:
This little red house is listed in a folder at the Benson Ford Research Center as  
'Plympton House on Wayside Inn estate.' 
But there's even more history to this ancient building:  this Plympton House sitting inside Greenfield Village also has direct connections to the Revolutionary War itself - to the Battle of Lexington & Concord,  and even to Paul Revere,  for,  as is written:  (In the early morning hours of April 19,  1775)  "An express came from Concord to Thomas Plympton Esq.,  who was then a member of the Provincial Congress,  in that the British were on their way to Concord - between 4 and 5 o'clock in the morning.
The express rider?  Why,  Abel Prescott,  the brother of Samuel Prescott who 
rode with Paul Revere!   
It truly is a special part of American history!
So now you see how Tales of the Wayside Inn ties in with the Plympton House,  which now sits inside Greenfield Village,  off to the side,  back from the road,  almost unnoticeable as a historical home...and,  though many people tend to pass it by without realizing this little red house holds some amazing history - history that begins nearly a century before the United States declared Independence from King George III.
And look what's just a short distance away:
The 1750 home of  Samuel & Anna Daggett.
It's a must for me to visit each and every time I am there.
I took a few pretty decent shots around the Daggett House.
Looking toward the Plympton House from the Daggett side  (kitchen)  door.

This is probably my favorite Daggett shot of the day.
Similar to the Ed Davis pic earlier,  but this one's mine.

Next on my list here we have the Martha-Mary Chapel:
This non-denominational chapel design was based on a Universalist church in Bradford,  Massachusetts.  The bricks and the doors came from the building in which Henry Ford and Clara Bryant were married in 1888 - the Bryant family home in old Greenfield Township  (from which the Village name was taken),  and the bell,  according to the 1933 guide book,  was cast by the son of Paul Revere.
Martha and Mary were the names of Henry Ford's mother and mother-in-law.

Just two weeks after the previous picture we can see just how fast the autumn season passes us by. 
In the evening,  when the sun is sinking low...

This glowing New England look truly shines in autumn.
Sticking by his original New England village plan,  Ford made sure that the steeple of the church was the highest point in Greenfield Village.  This was as it was in most towns across America.  Once a very religious nation,  towns and villages were built around the place of worship,  and the buildings of the towns were never taller than the church steeple,  therefore,  no matter where a townsfolk was at,  they could always find the church because of  the height of its steeple.

The George Washington Carver cabin on the left was built inside Greenfield Village
 in 1942 and was very loosely based on the descriptions provided by Carver himself,
  and,  therefore is not an original period structure.  
The Logan County Courthouse,
  built in the 1840s in Illinois  (where Abraham Lincoln once practiced law),  is in the center  (with the tree blocking much of  it),  and Doc Howard's Office,  built as a schoolhouse originally in 1839 Michigan,  is on the right.

Meanwhile,  over at the Detroit Central Market,  we get to enjoy a fall harvest
as our local ancestors may have back in the 1860s.
I very much enjoyed this fall visit,  for it is always my favorite time to be here.  The whole seasonal feel just seems to come alive.  And,  yeah,  I believe it was good for my soul.

A week had passed and it was back to Greenfield Village I went to partake and witness some of their actual harvest activities that I look forward to seeing more than nearly anything else.
As I've heard it mentioned,  ever since the pandemic,  it's been rough hiring new employees.  So,  unfortunately,  my favorite weekends of the year - the Fall Harvest/Fall Flavors weekends - have been incorporated into the Hallowe'en event.  That's all fine except that now one needs to buy a ticket - member or not - to experience a historic fall,  including the activities of harvest time,  whereas before it was free.  And rather than full weekends as before,  we now get to only see two  (or so)  hours worth of the activities folks would do in days past.
Barely a snippet.
So,  because I do very much enjoy seasonal history,  I ended up purchasing Hallowe'en at Greenfield Village tickets.  In fact,  I went twice:  by myself on October 16  (to do what I wanted to do,  which is the more harvest-y stuff),  and then with my kids and grandkids two weeks later  (to do what they wanted to do,  which is the more Hallowe'en-y stuff)).
So here are photos of my next adventures.  The first set is from my solo harvest experience.
Of course,  my first mission is always to head straight away over to the Daggett House.
Dyeing wool was taking place.
In the basket to the right you can see previously dyed wool - just look at how vibrant the colors are. 
Hollyhock,  tansy,  black walnut,  brazilwood,  long soaking indigo,  golden marguerite,  sanderswood,  osage orange,  madder root,  and other popular plants of the period were used to create these bright colors.
I still recall that myth I heard as a young lad that most people of the 18th century dressed in drab,  plain colors.  But as research continues,  we find just the opposite to be true.  And the colors you see in the above picture shows this.
The process of wool dyeing actually begins about six weeks earlier
when the presenters begin collecting nature to use as the dye.

And closer to the house we have Roy and Devin making beer.
Roy,  in the background,  has been brewing beer for
nearly a decade,  and it is a fascinating process.
I want to do this at one of my living history events!
What a great set up!

(Thank you Chris Robey for the use of your photo!)
Presenters such as Roy have always been so welcoming to me when I come in my period clothing.  Of course,  this was during the Hallowe'en event,  but I was not dressed for the holiday;  my period clothing is actual clothing and not a costume.  I just wanted a few pictures of myself with the activities of my Daggett friends.
However,  though I am friendly with visitors,  I never speak as a presenter to them.  I make sure to keep my distance.
Lucky for me,  there was no one else around when I zipped over to visit my favorite house!
Roy and I always have a good historical chat virtually every time we see each other. 
This man is so knowledgeable - I love sharing information with him.

Roy pulling the mashed grains out of the pot to drain.  
"The pot was used to mash the grains.  Mashing is converting starch in the grains to sugar.  I’m using malted barley  (sprouted barley grains)  to convert starch to sugar in the cracked grains.  This sweet wort will be fermented into a slightly alcohol but mostly sour tasting  “small beer”  that would have been the safe and nutritious drink consumed by most of the families in the 18th century."
Stirring the mash.
I always appreciate that I can help,  even if it is only for a few moments.

You see the beautiful orange-brown leaves there in the background?
Well,  the green bush-looking plant straight ahead in front of them
are the hops that were grown in the Daggett kitchen garden and were what
was being used to make the ale.

At this point people - visitors - began to accumulate to watch both the dyeing of wool and the making of beer,  and I didn't want them to think I was a part of the scenario,  so I felt it was time for me to fly on out and visit another area.
The front of the Susquehanna House from Maryland,  built sometime in the 1830s.
The original owners had about 75 slaves working on the property.
And that story is told when presenters are present.
On this day,  however,  I was in awe of  nature's beauty
surrounding the house
Also...
Heading to the other side of Greenfield Village,  I passed by this beautiful fall scene
 so I snapped a picture of it.  It is the back of the McGuffey Cabin and Smokehouse. 
The 1780 log cabin was the birthplace of William Holmes McGuffey,  who would, 
 beginning in 1836,  publish the most popular school text books of the 19th century,  
The McGuffey Eclectic Reader.

I continued scurrying,  and soon found myself  at what used to be the Firestone Farm wheatfield:
I found out that the Firestone Farm field had been transformed into the Von Tassel Farm,  from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow short story by Washington Irving.

Much of the Hallowe'en at Greenfield Village event is based around this ancient American tale.
But more on Hallowe'en coming up.  I wanted to see what harvest activity was taking place at the farm:
God's beauty shone upon the fields,  once drab but now as colorful as the NBC Peacock.

And here we find the 1880s Firestone Farm,  originally from Columbiana,  Ohio, 
and how they were preparing for the coming winter.

Long-term food storage was critical to the pre-refrigeration household.
In this photo we have Sam drying apples - one means of preservation of the fruit.
Firestone Farm has a wonderful heirloom apple orchard.

Elizabeth was making a corn-husk rug,
perfect for wiping dirty,  muddy feet.
She said it took about two hours to make - start to finish.

Thank you, ladies,  for allowing me to rest a bit.
It was a mighty long walk from Daggett.

As I left Firestone Farm,  I found myself sheltered by these beautiful auburn leaves.

Though it took me a while,  I did make my way back to the Daggett House one last time for the evening,  for it's not often I get to see my favorite house in the twilight and darkness of  night.  Lucky for me I found the three presenters still there,  closing everything up,  and was able to say a fond farewell until next time.
And darkness does swoop in quickly in the fall months.
In the 18th century,  Goblins,  imps,  fairies,  and trolls were thought to do a lot of mischief on Hallowe'en;  it was the night spirits were out and about,  and farmers bolted their doors and avoided walking alone at night.  This was the night when doors were blocked with carts,  or attacked with a fusillade of turnips.  Plows and carts were carried off and hidden.  Gates were taken off their hinges and thrown into a neighboring ditch or pond.  Horses were led from the stables and left in the fields a few miles away.
Yes,  I stuck around the old 1750s home after dark...alone and unafraid. 
In a weird sort of way,  it was quite peaceful.  I almost half-expected to meet up with Samuel Daggett himself.  It would have been a bit more pleasant,  I would think,  than meeting up with  "Goblins,  imps,  fairies,  and trolls,  (who)  were thought to do a
lot of mischief on Hallowe'en."
Alas,  though I remained for a while,  I was all by myself.
That was a first for me---being along in the dark near the Daggett home...
And then I decided to go and spend the rest of my time there enjoying the Hallowe'en activity fun.
But...
...two weeks later I returned,  only this time with my family.
Most of this Hallowe'en visit is documented HERE,  but I did manage to knock off a few decent fall photos as well,  a couple you may have seen,  but most not:
Here's a shot of my wife and I standing near the Firestone Farm field.
For this event we dressed in a Victorian manner - well,  okay,  I  dressed in
a Victorian manner while my wife gave off a strong hint of colonial.
I dressed Victorian because,  well,  since we were staying for the Hallowe'en event,  I thought a top hat and cloak would be a bit more eerie than a cocked/tricorn and knee breeches.  Both my wife and I just chose something simple and easy.
To see a photo of the rest of my family,  please see the link at the bottom of this post.

This Martinsville Cider Mill is a replicated 19th century mill that was constructed inside of Greenfield Village in 1942 to conform with the 19th century cider making machinery Henry Ford had in his collection.  Demonstrations of pressing apples into cider used to take place here every fall for many years up until the later 20th century.
Sacks of apple seeds were first brought to North America by colonists in the early 1600s.  Before that time,  the only apples native to this continent were crab apples  (also referred to as  "common apples").
By the mid-1600s,  apple orchards with thousands of trees had been planted specifically for cider,  a replacement for the poor quality water that was not fit for drinking.  The proliferation of apple trees grew to the point where cider became the national drink of choice and was also used for barter.
After the establishment of orchards along the Atlantic coast,  a second wave of apple varieties much further inland began with the distribution of seedling trees by none other than John Chapman,  more popularly known as Johnny Appleseed.
"Up until Prohibition,  an apple grown in America was far less likely to be eaten than to wind up in a barrel of cider,"  writes Michael Pollan in The Botany of Desire,  "In rural areas cider took the place of not only wine and beer but of coffee and tea,  juice,  and even water."

A beautiful golden glow...
Built in 1930 in the Village,  this building houses many various 
old-time farming implements and tools such as scythes,  hayloaders,  
spiketooth harrows,  handcorn planters,  sulky cultivators,  and so 
much more.  If you are into historic farm tools,  as I am,  this is a 
great building to visit.  Especially knowing that you could step out 
and walk a few paces to the Firestone Farm to see many of 
these same tools in action.

My wife looks every bit the weary traveler,  and is pleased to finally see a place to
rest after a long and arduous journey.
This inn served originally as the first overnight stagecoach stop for folks heading west from Detroit to Chicago,  offering food and drink for the weary travelers,  back during a time when stagecoaches and horses were the main mode of travel.  The travelers could find a place to sleep in one of the upstairs bedrooms.  Rooms contained several beds,  with two or three people - who were often strangers - sharing them.

Say hello to Cindy,  master presenter at the
Birthplace home of Henry Ford.
One of the best presenters,  bar-none.
Cindy brings this old farm house to life like few can.  She tells the main story of Ford and his life here,  but accents it with the small nuances,  filling in the lives of Henry and his family to where one can almost envision he and his family living there.

Toward the right we see the Mattox Home.
The Mattox House was originally thought to have been constructed during the
pre-Civil War days on the Cottenham Plantation near Ways, Georgia, but was
found to have been built in the late re-construction era of the 1880's. It was the
home of several generations of the Mattox’s, an African-American family.
Toward the left we see the back of the Sarah Jordan Boarding House.

From the Edison yard we see a wondrous feast of color.

My son,  his wife,  and a few of our grandkids watched a
bit as the presenter dyed yarn over at Daggett.


And,  as happens every day,  night time rolled in.
There is something about being inside the Village at night,  especially this time of year.
Simply magical.
I wish I would've taken more nighttime pictures when I used to spend the night there during the now defunct Civil War Remembrance.
The Wright Brother's House.
Originally built in 1871 in Dayton,  Ohio.
It was on July 2nd,  1936,  that Henry Ford purchased the Wright Brothers'  home as well as their Cycle Shop.  He had the buildings carefully taken apart and even removed the dirt under each to be removed to Greenfield Village.  Ford and Orville Wright were heavily involved in the restoration process of this home and wanted every minute detail to be perfect to the year 1903,  the era of their first airplane flight.
By November of  1936,  both buildings were gone from Dayton and up in Dearborn,  Michigan. 
Orville himself was a guest of honor at the dedication.

It's only a paper moon...
Naw...that's the real deal,  right there in the center,  and I believe that is Venus
a bit above it.
Even the lights of  a 1900s town doesn't dim the light of  parts of our galaxy.

And,  for our final photo of the post we have yours truly with my wife.
This could just very well be one of my very favorite pictures of my wife and I~
Leaves are falling all around
It's time I was on my way...
But now it's time for me to go
The autumn moon lights my way
Yeah...the autumn moon was behind the photographer,  but I did think of  
the lyrics to this Led Zeppelin song  "Ramble On"  while we posed.

October shines here in Michigan brighter and better than most other states,  with the cool fall weather,  the leaves changing colors,  pumpkins practically on every corner,  cider mills,  and Greenfield Village!
And,  well,  there is still much autumn left so plan to see more activities right here,  in living color.

Until next time,  see you in time.


To learn about Hallowe'en past,  please click HERE
To learn about autumn's 18th century early American past,  please click HERE
To learn about autumn's 19th century Victorian past,  please click HERE
Autumn at the Cabin 2022 - click HERE
My 2022 Hallowe'en celebration - Click HERE
Family Fall Traditions 2022 - click HERE
How Greenfield Village used to celebrate the Fall Harvest Weekends,  click HERE


































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