About a month ago I wandered through a few old houses in the village. Even though I've visited several times, I always find something "new." In order to keep a record, I've decided on a random post here and there to document what I have admired.
To begin with, I couldn't resist taking a few pictures of this beauty. The guide said that it was built in Montreal in the 1700s. I wish I could have jumped the rope to inspect it, but even from a distance it's evident it was treasured. And look at the dishes in the cupboard and the bird prints to the left!
( Yes, I did want to straighten the pictures and whip off the tablecloth so that I could see the table.)
A beautiful old print. I think it's German. The Roman numerals read 77 ~ likely 1877.
I've ironed with old irons like these. In case you are a youngster, or haven't seen one of these irons, they are heated on a wood stove and before you begin you run the iron over an old cloth to make sure it won't scorch. The lady that I visited tested the iron by wetting her finger on her tongue and then touching it to the iron. Her name was, Annie. She lived to be a 100 years old! I'm so happy I had the opportunity to spend time with her and her husband, Clinton on their farm (without power) in the woods. I learned a lot from her. She made her own lye soap, churned butter, etc. Their big house was beautiful and filled to the rafters with antiques and treasures. A perfect paradise inside and out for a curious child. The irons Annie owned, and I was lucky enough to use, had interchangeable handles, so I always had several "irons in the fire."
~ A neat cornucopia pattern and look at those tin items. The candlestick is pewter.
And before I exit stage left, on the needles and nearly finished..