Some of you might be thinking it is about time I talked about where I am working, well, here it is--The Shriver House. I am proud to say this museum has a very distinguished reputation for being a quality museum with an excellent tour provided--by me, of course. Well, there are a few others who do a very nice job of giving the tours here too; but I had to brag a little at least. I have even been getting a number of tips at the end of my tours.
To the left is a picture of the kitchen and just below is a picture of the sitting/dining room. Please notice all the attention to detail. You can easily imagine that the family members just steped out of the room.
The Shriver House is the one place in Gettysburg where you hear the story of what happened to the civilians during the battle of Gettysburg. It is a poignant story, even rather sad; but it does leave you with the knowledge of what the people here in 1863 went through. The house was built between 1860 and 1861 and was continually lived in until 1966. It had laid vacant for 30 years before being purchased by the current private owners, who did all of the restoration and decoration. All of the antiques inside are of the 1860's time period, but none of these are the Shriver belongings.There are occasions when the Director likes us to sit outside because it attracks attention and gets people interested in coming in for a tour. Sometimes while sitting outside I even have a chance to work on some of my varied sewing projects. My latest project is what they would have called a penny rug. This was a 19th century craft item for ladies to work on by using scraps of wool cut in circles and sewn together to form a rug. Today's version of this is still made out of wool, but are more like little scenes/still lifes created on a background of wool fabric. Shown below is one of these works of art in wool that I completed last year.
When I was outside the other day three fellas were passing by, and one of them commented, "You make me hot." I wanted to get all flustered at first, but then realized all he meant was that my attire made him feel like he would be uncomfortable if he had to be dressed in the same style of clothes. Oh, well. Guess the old sex appeal has vanished!