Our holiday weekend was jam-packed but I still managed a post or two... somehow, here we are at mid-week and I haven't even filled you in on the weekend yet. KUTO proceeded in and around family fun, and I was able to mail off 5 squares to Kay on Monday for one of the Oliver's Fund blankies she is sewing up... if you haven't had the chance yet, take a look at the quilt-block arrangements she has been putting together as well as her first sewn quilt. I also made it past the half-way point on my teen-sized boucle blankie.
One of the fun events was meeting Stephanie and her son Liam up at our Forest City house and giving them a tour of the historic townsite on Sunday... Liam has been jealous that his mom got to come up there and spin last summer and also got to knit at our other historic
monument house, where the word "Yank" is carved into the massive front door, letting the owner's true sentiments be known (if you want me to regale you with Civil War history as it pertains to early California, write privately as that is even more arcane than some of the fiber info I post).
My photos turned out rather ghostly, as it was a dark and gloomy afternoon in a mainly non-electric building, which may well be appropriate for a visit to a near-ghost town. Here, Glenn is pointing out the different eras of the town's history through while Stephanie and Liam look on... the town of course got its start during the initial Gold Rush of 1849 but its heyday came much later, in the 1870s and 1880s, when it was home to the largest (gold) drift mine in the state. The price of gold was cheaper than dirt is today, but still high enough for many to accumulate substantial wealth, though you wouldn't know it when visiting today. Nature is a terrific healer, if you give her enough time, and the scars are mostly covered in forest now.
Liam liked this exhibit of early camping gear, but his passion is collecting glass and ceramic insulators; he is excited because there is a big show and sale this coming weekend only seventy miles from us and mom has agreed to take him.
Glenn was a good person for him to meet, as he was quite a collector as a boy - old bottles, beer cans, insulators, camping gear... most of the items in the Forest City Historical Association's tiny 'attic' style
museum were either from his collections or from our house, which he purchased in 1985 and proceeded to rehab from four decades of neglect. There was actually tin nailed over the doors and windows and he bought it without being able to get inside, where it turned out there was a wealth of household treasures... some wonderful and some chewed up by critters. Good thing he's an archaeologist, eh?
Laim looks like a ghost but really he just moves around a lot! He was talking with both voice and hands about his typewriter collection (guess what? Glenn collects those too!)
Inside the main museum room.... dark ain't it? Although our historical association worked to get power restored, so far it is only wired to the barroom and the dance room... the portions utilized when we rent out the building to people for parties, weddings, etc. There is no power to this portion yet... hey, we are a small and poor non-profit!
This photo turned out to be the best of all the ones I tried to take... and I saved you from viewing the very worst, believe me! This is a collection of 'longboards', the term used in the 19th century in our parts for skis... they really WERE very long, and those used for racing downhill were 12 feet or more in length... a single pole was dragged in between your legs (with you squatting down to provide additional drag) to come to a stop. I have always wondered about injuries....
Come and visit in spring or summer and you will get a brighter and warmer view of this amazing historic district... almost a ghost town but still occupied, and a very special corner of my world.