Tuesday, March 29, 2016

A Wedding Anniversary

Hello, Dear Ones! Mr. Precious and I celebrated our 43rd wedding anniversary last Wednesday and Mr. Precious had put together a trip for us to surprise me. Since I've been busted up since before Christmas, I was so excited to get to go somewhere for an over night stay.
 I have posted about this place before but it is just our most favorite place so far ~ Stockbridge, Massachusetts, New England and is only 60 miles from us! Woo Hoo! I couldn't hobble to the car fast enough. We stayed at The Red Lion Inn right on the little main street of Stockbridge. We had eaten lunch here the week before. Yeah, we like this place.
 It's such a beautiful place, built in 1773! And it's wonderful any time of year you want to visit.
 Now over the door of each room is a hand painted scene. We seemed to get a Native American painting. Now let's go in.
When Mr. Precious made the reservations, he told them it was our wedding anniversary and the inn left us a little gift. Wine, chocolates, a little bitty flower and a $50 gift certificate for a meal!
 So sweet!
Wasn't the canopy bed so pretty and it was really comfy too.
 Just had to share with you the pretty canopy. It was like sleeping under a cloud, at night, with no stars! :) We brought our own pillows but left them in the car because the pillows were so perfect. Do you ever have trouble with pillows when you travel? I do. I'm short and have a little short neck and some pillows are so high, I get a crick in my neck. Okay, I got a tad off track! :)
 Here I am sitting in one of the slipcovered chairs. Notice my leg is bent! Yay! As you can see I've let all of the coloring grow off my hair and I have lots of grays mingling with my natural color. I have been enjoying the new look but Mr Precious has told me he doesn't like it so I'll color it again sometime this week. I'm so submissive you know! ;)
 On with the room tour. The wallpaper was darling and it had some little Roosters in some of the diamonds. Love me some yard birds.
 We kept the fire going through the night. Oops, there's my cane.
Peeping into the little bathroom.
 
Where there is a bathroom, a mirror and a camera, I will snap for you! Remember, you can always snap for me too! I haven't had a Bathroom Diva in sometime. If you're interested, look at the top of my blog and read about Bathroom Beauty Snapping.
 This was fascinating to me ~ the doorknobs were wooden!
 Now right down the hall from our room was the flagship Country Curtains shop.
 Here's a little info:
In 1968, Jane and Jack Fitzpatrick had a burgeoning mail-order enterprise, Country Curtains, operating out of what was referred to as “The Curtain Shed” behind Main Street in Stockbridge, Mass. Before that, they worked from their own dining room table. They were quickly outgrowing their cozy quarters, and Jane and Jack wanted to find a unique and charming space to showcase their beautiful window treatments.
At the same time, the historic Red Lion Inn was in danger of demolition.  Jane and Jack rescued the Inn, and when it re-opened to guests in 1969, the Fitzpatricks had transformed part of the original lobby and main dining room into the Country Curtains flagship store.
 All down the little hallway, with the uneven floor, are Country Curtains curtains all hung up for you to gaze upon with your gorgeous peepers, along with little tables and lamps. I also learned that Norman Rockwell had a studio at one time in the Red Lion Inn! Lots of history at this place.

That evening we had a marvelous dinner in the beautiful dining room, ate just like a couple of little pigs! ;) Slept well and ate a delicious breakfast the next morning. Man, do we love to eat!
After breakfast we hopped into the car, well I hobbled, and poked up my pitiful tag. Boy, how I love my pitiful tag! You think my doctor would renew it just a little while longer after he releases me in July?  :) We were on a mission.

The Norman Rockwell museum was just wonderful. He lived here in Stockbridge for many years and most of the people in his paintings were real folks from Stockbridge. He used live models for years until around the '30s when he got a camera and just took snaps of the folks. Then he would tweak them, hairstyles, clothes, whatever for his illustrations. He also put himself in lots of the illustrations and he almost always had a pipe in his mouth. The above snap was a room with over 300 covers from the Saturday Evening Post which Mr. Rockwell painted. Folks, this wasn't a monthly magazine but a weekly magazine! Can you imagine how organized you'd have to be, not to mention the talent to crank out a painting for the cover each week? Do you remember how huge these old magazines were? I do, they were really BIG!
 I snapped this cover for you as it was dated the day after I was born! I'm just as old as dirt, y'all!
 Mr. Rockwell painted the Red Lion Inn in the snow! He loved that place too.
 Then the very day we were here, I was checking out some blogs and my friend Jeanie at The Marmalade Gypsy posted about being in this area and traveling to the little town of Lenox to visit The Mount, the home of the author, Edith Wharton. Pop on over to her blog to see some beautiful snaps and a little history. Well, say no more, we headed out there!
 The grounds are supposed to be lovely in the spring and summer. I thought they looked pretty nice now too.
Mr. Precious, my chauffeur. Ain't he cute? But he is a stinker. A real stinker.
See what a stinker he is? Here I go, poor busted up, chopped up, pitiful me, trying to walk up the hill and he was just snapping away. Stinker! Sorry I don't have many pretty snaps to show you. I tried my best to walk up and take a snap of the front of the house but there was a little hedge and crooked ground preventing me. I could not get around it! I was afraid I would fall. I'm pretty stubborn and was bound and determined to get around it. But I gave in and just hobbled on back to the car with the pitiful tag hanging from the rear view mirror. Poor, poor, pitiful me!

Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~

Poor Poor Pitiful Me

Well I lay my head on the railroad track
Waiting on the Double E
But the train don't run by here no more
Poor poor pitiful me

Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
Oh these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe woe is me

Well I met a man out in Hollywood
Now I ain't naming names
Well he really worked me over good
Just like Jesse James
Yes he really worked me over good
He was a credit to his gender
Put me through some changes Lord
Sort of like a Waring blender

Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
Oh these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe woe is me

Well I met a boy in the Vieux Carres
Down in Yokohama
He picked me up and he threw me down
He said "Please don't hurt me Mama"

Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor pitiful me
Oh these boys won't let me be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe woe is me

Poor poor poor me
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor poor me
Poor poor pitiful me
Poor poor poor me
Poor poor pitiful me
~ sung by Linda Ronstadt