Upper Canada Village

You know when you went some place as a kid and you remember it as so amazing....and then you go back to the same place 25 years later as an adult and think "I was excited for this?!"

Well that didn't happen this time around.

I loved going to Upper Canada Village as a kid. It's this timeless working living community museum set in the 1860s. I loved dressing up 'old fashioned' with my cousins as a kid, loved learning about the 'olden times' and was mesmerized by how they used to do things.

25 years later, I return (with one of my cousins and his family) and the good got even better. It's a well kept place with thriving gardens, knowledgeable staff and interesting things.  Transportation is horse and buggy.  We had a horse drawn boat ride.  We spent oodles of time in the working mills-the woolen mill, saw mill and flour mill. All run on water power. We toured many homes, many had workers in the homes tending fires, making meals and going about day to day business.  We saw a school session, many animals and the horse and buggy hauling hand cut hay. We checked out the dressmaker's house, the quilting house, the fiber dying house, the print shop, the blacksmith, the tin maker, the cabinet maker, the bread maker, the tinsmith, the shoe maker, the broom maker, the cheesemaker, and I know I must be forgetting some. There's the tavern and the church and the hotel. Oh, and the general store-with the post office, fabric for sale, sweets, transferware, cast iron, tin cups, flour and sugar, etc.

It's so neat to go back to a fave childhood memory and see that the good got even better.  My kids loved, as did my husband, which is saying a lot, as this type of stuff isn't his thing usually.
And now I share with you oodles of pictures. We cannot wait to go back. (If you are local to the area, they gave us two free tickets when we left, which need to be used in the next couple of weeks. Let me know and I'll mail them ASAP).






















































 

 

Condolence



The world lost a good good man yesterday, a man who called the St. Lawrence River his home.   The memory of who he was inspires me to be a little kinder, spread a little more love and make one more kid feel special... because that's who he was through and through. Sending my love to all of his family.

Tomatoes

 
I have all sorts of pictures to go through and things to share.  But instead, I am doing more tomatoes.  I swear, every couple days, I feel like I FINALLY am ahead in tomatoes...
 And then I go out to the garden and pick these.
It's a good problem, I suppose. I'm thankful.  I'm just ready for the end to be around the corner.  Such a busy time of year. Who else is knee deep in tomatoes with me?

Summer

Squeezing out every last bit of summer possible, even if temps aren't really swim worthy. Happy Labor Day!


More Animals

I say "no more animals", then I see a friend's post..."We have 19 guinea keets, who wants some?"  And then I reply with  "maybe". Then they say "Just kidding, we have 40, will you take a dozen?" And then I say "Okay, six." 

That's how the "no more animals" turned into adding 6 guinea keets.

You see, I cannot be trusted.  If I say "No more animals", I'm probably lying.

I need to work on that lying thing.

Oh well. Audra is in love.



Rain

Yesterday Adrian decided to do his own laundry.  He hung every last item on the clothes line all by himself. It took an hour. Not five minutes after, the sky opened and the rain fell.  What he said? "That's okay, mama. We needed rain." 

We got the clothes off the line and then the fun began. For them at least, I didn't frolic in the rain.




 I hung out with Zippy, who clearly was not interested in playing in the rain either.
 Safe and sound.

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