Saturday, June 14, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The Kauffman House. Ezra Kauffman and his wife raised 3 daughters in the hotel and it was owned by the family until 1945. I'll be posting more about it often.
Vintage washing machine
Beautiful pass-through. Originally there was one here that matched the small chest to the right, but it disappeared. This one was saved from the old ghost town of Gaskill shortly before the Park Service tore down what remained of the town-- sometime in the 60's probably.
Patience Kemp was the driving force towards saving the hotel and starting the Historical Association. She and her mother Mary Cairns were the town historians. Mary wrote the history of Grand Lake in a book called "Grand Lake in the Olden Days". The geraniums in the window are reminiscent of the ones Mrs. Kauffman kept in this window. It's my understanding that these geraniums are very old. Each fall a town gardener takes them home for the winter. She starts several plants from starts of these plants. At the town flower sale in late May they are rationed and always the first plants to go.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
I grew up on a farm and had dogs, horses and hills and fields to play in. Our house always welcomed our friends and my mother was always cooking for more than our family. My grandparents were close and I had lots of aunts and uncles and cousins. Many of the things we did as kids in the early 50's would be so dangerous in this day and age, but at that time were just things everyone did. I had good friends and for the most part good experiences.
We had a huge cottonwood tree that we called "The Big Tree" and we built a haphazard tree house in it and would sit by the hour and talk and make plans. We would have neighborhood summer slumber parties and all sleep on our front lawn or our neighbors lawn (boys and girls) and the worst thing that took place was the boys would sneak off and try to scare the girls with scarry sounds. We had a canal that we would ride tubes down. Forget the fact that I didn't learn to swim until I was pregnant with my second child. I had a couple of girl friends that also had horses and we rode by the hour on the hills behind my house. We came home when we were hungry. We had a huge grain field in front of my house and we would pull up clumps of tall grain and stomp down huge "houses" that we would play in. There is a subdivision with huge houses and a large church house on the property now. The "Big Tree" has been gone for a while and the canal was piped about 10 years ago. Growing up in the 50's was really as idyllic for me as most T.V. shows say it was.
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