It has been a long, cold, snowy winter but spring is here. Last weekend we turned the clocks ahead and now we have sunlight later in the afternoon. The green flower shoots are beginning to poke their leaves through the soil and the buds on the flowering trees are growing larger. If we do have snow, it will not last very long.
Soon the days will be warmer and we will be able to get out into the gardens to begin the spring clean-up. We had a pleasant autumn season and were able to accomplish a great deal of clean-up at that time, however, it is amazing how much there is still to do. During the winter we have a heated bird bath that is located just outside the dining room windows. There is quite a variety of birds and squirrels that visit during the day. Our guests enjoy watching their activities and antics while enjoying breakfast. Soon the heating pad will be put into storage and we will be able to start floating flowers in the bath. I do not know if the birds appreciate the flowers but I do know that they like the fresh cool water each morning.
I grew up in Rocks Village, Massachusetts in the Deacon Phineas Nichols House. The house was built in 1740 and is a classic example of pre-revolutionary architecture. It has a central chimney with five fire places. The flooring is pumpkin pine and some of the boards are 24″ wide. Before my parents purchased it, the house had served a store and school-house as well as a family home. When we lived there, all of the houses in the village dated from before the American revolution. The village had a small general store, a Firehouse that housed an ancient firetruck, a two room schoolhouse, a granite horse watering trough and the classic white Congregational Church. The village had sprung up around the Rocks Village Bridge that crosses the Merrimac River to West Newbury. The bridge had originally been a wooden covered bridge, however, in the 1930 the wooden structure was replaced with a steel one that opened to allow taller boats to continue up stream. My parents enjoyed antiques and after purchasing the house in 1945 they set out to furnish it with appropriate items. Many of our weekends were spent visiting antique shops, auctions and yard sales.
Dad worked for the New England Electric Company. He started as an electric meter reader right after he graduated from high school and worked his way up to sales manager in Essex County. In those days, the electric company was encouraging people to use electricity. They had stores in most mid-sized cities. The stores sold and serviced electric appliances. One of the promotions that was quite successful was that customers could trade in a used flatiron for a new and improved model. The company had expected the flatirons to be the used electric versions. However, it was not uncommon for an elderly lady to walk into the store with one of the pre-electricity versions. The salesmen would bring the antique flatiron to Dad’s office. He would go out onto the sales floor, give the customer the new iron of her choice. Then he would write up a sales slip and pay for the iron himself. That evening he would arrive home with his prize and we would all admire his acquisition and decide where it would serve as a doorstop. That was how the collection started.
As a small child I can remember walking with my mother to Chip Germane’s house. Chip owned the fulling station on the Amesbury Line Road on the way into the city. His brother also lived in the village and worked as the bridge tender and the janitor at the school. Chip’s housekeeper was an older woman named Dusty. My little sister would sleep in her carriage while Mom and Dusty would enjoy a cup of tea and chat. One sunny day as we arrived at Dusty’s kitchen door, we saw her ironing. She had the ironing board set-up in front of the black iron stove that she had stoked with firewood. There was an iron on the top of the stove and she was ironing a shirt with the another. When one iron would cool, she would switch it back to the stove top and pick up the other, wet her finger and rapidly touch it to the iron to see if it was hot enough. If she wanted to put the iron down in order to adjust the position of the shirt, she would place it on its holder that was on the end of the board. The handle of the iron would be quite hot, so she used a dish towel that had been folded several times to protect her hand. She also had a bowl of water on a table close by. Every once in a while she would lift up the iron, dip the fingers of her left hand into the bowl and snap the water on the shirt, then proceed to iron. I sometimes think about how skilled she must have been to know just how hot the iron should be so that it did not singe the cloth. I guess that is one of those lost arts.
The iron collection has served us well at the Palmer House, decorating the fireplace and doorways. They are now being packed up and sent off to California to serve as doorstops in our daughter’s homes.
While all of our rooms have their own individual charm suitable for relaxation after the most wonderful day of adventures, we recommend the Harriet Beecher Stowe room, the Theodore Roosevelt room or the Emily Dickinson room. These rooms feature comfortable king beds, fireplaces, jacuzzi-style tubs and a relaxing stay before and after your day.
It is 7:00 am on a snow day at our cozy Cape Cod B&B. Bill and I are warm and cozy and preparing to start digging out as soon as the snow subsides.
Brian will soon be arriving with his red pick-up truck to plow the lot. We will do the walk-ways. We have had wind gusts up to 35 mph. but there has not been much drifting. Our heated bird bath outside the dining room window is awaiting its morning visitors. No birds have arrived yet this morning. They must be hunkered-down in a sheltered spot.
Last evening we decided to take a walk down Falmouth’s Main Street. It was quiet but Lium Maguire’s Pub and La Cucina sul Mare were open. We stopped in to say hello and to see how everyone was doing. There was a group of ladies at one end of La Cucina’s bar, who were having an impromptu “Lady’s Night Out”. As it turned out, they were school teachers who were celebrating, in advance, the school closings. Bill and I who are former school teachers, could identify with them. I always looked at the school closings as a gift of time. I would spend those days catching up on many over due projects. Bill, on the other hand, had a three-quarter ton pick-up truck with a plow. He would spend the day plowing parking lots and driveways.
As we ventured further down Main Street, we saw a Fox News truck from Channel 25 in Boston. We had seen them on the TV at La Cucina and they had said that one of the local business’s had delivered hot chocolate to the truck. They had chosen Falmouth because the forecasters had predicted that Janice’s full force was to be felt on Cape Cod. Before we left the restaurants, we left business cards with those who were still working and told them that if they thought that the trip, to their homes, was too dangerous, they had a warm, safe bed at the Palmer House Inn.
As we walked back to the inn I could not resist taking a photo of the Treasure Chest’s window all dressed up for Valentines.
While all of our rooms have their own individual charm suitable for relaxation after the most wonderful day of adventures and braving the snow, we recommend the Harriet Beecher Stowe room, the Theodore Roosevelt room or the Emily Dickinson room. These rooms feature comfortable king beds, fireplaces, jacuzzi-style tubs and a relaxing stay before and after your day.