Third Time's a Charm

On Memorial Day we decided to return for the third time to Windsor. This trip was to visit two museums which had been closed on our previous visits: the Old Constituion House and the American Precision Museum--a tribute to precision toolmaking in the US. We also visited Bridgewater a small town where our brother-in-law's Vaughn family once lived.
Garth took lots of pictures of the tools, but I took what I was interested in like the bicycle pictured above. The building which housed the tool museum had been a gun factory where they made guns with interchangeable parts--Sharps rifles to be exact. Then it was a bicycle factory and a sewing machine factory. The displays were very interesting (I say that tongue-in-cheek). Hubby loved it.


At the Old Constitution House, we learned from a master. Our guide had written a book on the subject and knew her Vermont history well. She explained that Vermont's constitution was well thought out and planned because the delegates were forced to pay special attention to it because of a thunderstorm. Ira and Ethan Allen, the famed leaders of the Green Mountain boys, were in Windsor as delegates when they, as well as other delegates, learned of the attack on their lands in northern Vermont. Their first inclination was to hurry home, but thunderstorms prevented that perilous ride. At Old Constitution House, Vermont's constitution was signed and they were the 14th state and the first which did not touch the ocean.




We drove through Bridgewater and couldn't find the cemetery. We stopped at the fire station which was like old times for Garth and asked directions. One fireman said, "Which cemetery? There are 20." There were only 4 and we had lots of fun tromping through them. They were in beautiful settings. However, we learned that the one we wanted was only accessibley by 4-wheelers. We are intrigued by the many rock walls throughout New England.



We're, on the downhill run but still have much to do here. We're looking forward to summer--if it ever gets here. I thought you'd enjoy this picture of Dawniella. I think she inherited some of her Grandpa's reading-on-the-toilet genes.