The first building we went into was the school house. It isn’t in the original school house.
This is the original school house, and I was very disappointed when it was sold and make into an antique type store. I don’t think they cared that I was upset.
This is the inside of the building where the school house is now. It just isn’t the same. The girl is standing up by the “recitation bench”. The historian in this building was the school “marm” and gave us a good 1/2 hour lesson similar to what it would have been like waaaaaay back then. We had to practice our writing, do a history lesson, and do math in our head. I sat way in the back with this annoying boy named Brad. He kept pulling my hair, shoving me with his knee, whacked me with his straight edge, and generally made a nuisance of himself. “I”,on the other hand, was a good girl. The teacher commended me on my hand writing, and told the boy next to me that she would separate us if he didn’t behave. He didn’t even try, and kept looking at my slate.
The building right next to this one…you can see it peeking through the window there in the school room behind the stove…
is the oldest building in Roscoe. This house~~and I use that term loosely~~was built in 1825. It was the home of a weaver named Daniel Boyd. He and his family lived in this 10×14 foot building, and the room in the back was were he put his loom. There was JUST enough room for 2 looms in the loom room.
This is his loom. It is about 200 years old. The historian in this room told us that it takes 2 ladies 2 weeks to thread this loom. All those silver thingies that are hanging…..the thread has to be threaded between the eye in each of them, then threaded between each reed~~the screen looking thing where the thread is coming out in front~~. She also said that it would take 2 days of weaving to make enough cloth to make 1 dress. It is no wonder that people only had one to two sets of clothing. They only had 1 weaver in town.
This is a 100 year old loom. The cloth being made in this one was stunning.
This picture does not do it justice.
Anyway, this building was small……..VERY small.
I took this picture of the girl in the doorway between the loom room and the rest of the “house” just so you could see how wide the door way was. It was about 32 inches wide. Maybe. As you can see, she is sooooo thrilled to be there. The excitement is oozing out of every pore. It was all I could do to contain the party animal!
In the living part of the house, they had a fire place, a table, a hutch, a dresser and
this bed. See the wooden thing laying on the child’s bed? That is the rope key. They would tighten the rope when it began to sag.
Have I mentioned just how much I love MY bed.
It is no wonder that these people were so small. They were so hunched up in there beds that it stunted their growth. I love, love, love my bed!!! I also wanted to call your attention to the chest at the foot of the bed. See how it is dovetailed together. Isn’t it magnificent?
We didn’t spend any more than 3 minutes in that house. I was getting claustrophobic. Visions of trying to sleep in that bed was more than I could handle.
If I had lived back then, I would have been stuck in a house this small. I just know it. Tomorrow we will look at a much nicer house. I could have lived in that house.
Could you sleep in a bed like that?