Westfield Heritage Village
Sunday was as sweet as maple candy. Another family day, probably my last for four years, began with the amusing sight of one of the last human beings left on the planet who mows his (blessedly small) lawn with an old-fashioned reel-and-blade push mower:
Yes, it’s my son, Hans. Making smaller footprints on the Earth is a priority with the family. Few others are willing to sweat to do so. It’s one of the many things I admire about our son. Look at that grass fly!
With our granddaughters, Eunie and I were off to (WARNING: annoying music on this link) Westfield Heritage Village near Hamilton. Americans will be familiar with the theme. It reminds me of Colonial Williamsburg.
Nearly all of the buildings have been laboriously removed from elsewhere and meticulously restored to their original appearance. There are many attractions at the venue and a long list of special events (see the Westfield link above).
Here’s Pippa in the Post Office:
In the small pavilion, a nice lady was playing a Bowed Psaltery which was made by her husband, who volunteers in the cabinet-making shop:
Of course there was a school house. The girls heard a brief lecture from the schoolmarm:
At the Train Station, the girls and Eunie sat on the cowcatcher of the locomotive:
And here’s Pippa and Audrey on the luggage carrier:
Our last stop was at the sawmill, where a very interesting gentleman went on and on about how it worked. I now understand what quarter-sawn timber is and why you should use it for building furniture. I’ll remember that the very next time I build furniture:
We finished up the day with dinner at an Italian restaurant. It was Birthday Day. Since we can never be together for birthdays, we pick one day and it’s everybody’s birthday! I wanted to suggest that we sing “Happy Birthday to US” very loudly, but I suppressed the urge. A nice bottle of Rufino Chianti helped.
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