Vintage now. . . .
but in 1936 when renovations were made to this 1760 home known as Bassett Hall,
everything was new and modern. . . .
As many times as I've been on Colonial Williamsburg grounds, I had never visited Bassett Hall. . . .so, I was more than elated when I found the home open for tours. . . .
Because our own farm buildings date back to the 1930s, I was very interested to see and take notes of the décor once inside. . . .As with anything CW does, I knew it would be authentic to the time period. . . .I wasn't disappointed.
I totally enjoyed the entire house, but when I walked into the 'modern' 1936 kitchen, John said I gasped. . . .Did I? . . .or was it a SIGH? . . . I don't remember making any sound, but I do remember what I was thinking. . . .
"Okay. . . .I'm HOME". . . .
I can't tell you how many farmhouses I visited as a child (in the 1950s. . . .not the 1930s) that were so like this one. . . .In fact. . . .in many ways. . . .the huge room reminded me of my Grandmother Magers' kitchen. . . .The Frigidare stove, the double door refrigerator, the work areas. . . .I could envision my Grandmother. . . .or my Aunts. . . .or my Mom. . . .or all four women working away. . . .preparing their delectable dinners. . . . the family's favorite sweets in the workings, too. . . . .utilizing those same green bowls, the same ingredients, the same pans and tins and cookie cutters. . . .
As wonderful as those memories were for me, there was something else on my mind at that moment in time. . . .I could picture myself in this kitchen. . . . today. . . .in 2014. . . .with an apron to protect my clothes and humming away as I cooked and baked and enjoyed the pleasures of 'home'. . . .Heck-tor! . . . .I could have whipped up a few cookies for the other visitors that day with no trouble at all. . . .if I'd been allowed behind the ropes. . . .
To tell you the truth, I was the first to step foot in the Bassett Hall kitchen and the last. . . .I did NOT want to leave. . . .Figured I must, though. . . .after the tour guide looked at her watch several times and let out a few sighs. . . .and walked to the door and stood there holding it open. . . .Ah, well. . . .There will be other days. . . .In the meantime, I do have some wonderful photos to remind me of two hours very well spent. . . .and a bundle of ideas for my own kitchen here at the farm.
Hmmmmm. . . .I should see if I can find Grandmother's vintage green bowls. . . .now that I think about it. . . .
. . .from my farmhouse to yours. . .