I was touring the Colton, New York Museum (see part 1, yesterday) and enjoying the old time articles from local lives and families:
I passed the side door, where the historian was relaxing, enjoying the view of the Raquette River:
I went upstairs, where there were many old dresses from bygone eras:
A women's hat:
Glass bottles for holding shampoo and toilet water:
A baby doll in excellent shape:
A doll in a wicker carriage:
This doll was not so old and, as often happens in local museums, I realized that I have reached an age where some of their "artifacts" are from the era of my own childhood or, as in this case, even after my childhood:
Another doll in a rocking horse. I sure do remember when these rocking horses were everywhere:
Little girls loved their dolls and often kept them throughout their lives. Eventually they wind up in a museum:
A wedding dress, another beloved memento kept for many years and now a museum piece. There was a note which dated this dress to the early 1930s:
There was a very large upstairs room entirely devoted to a man's collection of art and artifacts from all around the world. The lighting and the glass cases prevented me from taking any photos, but I did learn that the man who collected all this purchased the house for use as a museum so his treasures could be preserved and displayed. I remembered in my childhood when collecting artifacts from around the world was popular. It seems now that we've begun to long for our own roots, and people are anxious to see artifacts from local history. I guess we've reached the point where such things seem as exotic as those from Asia or Africa once seemed. But this was my last stop in the museum. I thanked the historian and went on my way:
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