My walk this morning started at 5:30am (that’s 2:30am for you California folks). I walked down Main Street.
Liberty House B&B
Past the Liberty House Bed & Breakfast (Irene Unterborn, owner)…
Baptist Church, Palmyra, NY
Past the corner of the four churches. Here are pictures of two of the four.
Then down the Erie Canal Trail. It was wonderful! There was a light fog which made the woods seem mysterious.
I had to stop and check out my building. There’s a lot I’d like to do to the front, but right now, no cash to do it.
Back home in my garden the flowers were covered with dew from the morning fog.
I hope you are beginning to see why Elizabethe and I left California for this quiet, peaceful and beautiful village. If time were to permit, I think I’d spend my days wondering and exploring every trail I could find.
Well, today wasn’t my first Sunday at Palmyra, but it was my first Sunday as a permanent resident.
One of the first faces I saw at church this morning was that of Aaron Brown. Aaron was there with his wife and daughters. Now, the irony of this is that they are from Antioch, California. They did not know I had moved here and were quite surprised to see me here, as I was to see them.
After church I stayed for choir practice. It’s nice having it right after church. The songs we practiced are for sacrament meeting the two weeks during Hill Cumorah Pageant.
When we got home, the Pulsiphers had some visitors — Bishop Jacoway and his family. Sister Pulsipher had fixed dinner for everyone and had dinner waiting for Elizabethe and me. After dinner I enjoyed giving the Jacoways a tour of the yard.
After a very long nap, I woke and it was time to go to stake priesthood meeting. (Latter-day Saint men attend priesthood meeting every Sunday, but once a quarter, we attend a priesthood meeting where men from many congregations meet. Tonight was the Palmyra Stake’s quarterly stake priesthood meeting.) It was different because we did not meet at the chapel as we normally would. Instead, we gathered in a pavilion on the side of the Hill Cumorah.
It was raining lightly, and as we gathered and sang, I thought the rain would dampen the sound of our singing a capella. It did not. In fact, the sound was wonderful as several hundred men joined together in song. What a delight it was to be gathered there, where some 1600 years ago, Moroni buried the sacred record knowing only that it was for a wise and glorious purpose.
Our closing hymn was “Praise to the Man.” Again, it was a wonderful experience to sing that hymn as it was only yesterday that marked the asassination of Joseph Smith, Jr., and his brother Hyrum.
I also ran into my old friend and former missionary companion, Paul O’Donnell. Paul gave me a reprimand for not telling him I had moved here. I truly look forward to doing more things with Paul. Of all the missionaries I served with, Paul was my favorite. I learned so much while serving with him. He is truly an example to me.
Saturday and no moving van yet, although I had plenty to do. I think my Saturdays will be quite busy for the next while.
I framed a few art prints today. We need to have them ready for Pageant visitors. They are about the only souvenir you can get of Palmyra.
At 10 a.m. I headed over to the neighbor’s grand opening of their store – Mulberry Hollow. (They are 4 doors to the west of the Beckwith Mansion.) I took my camera with me and got some shots of her new digs…
Came back from Mulberry Hollow and changed my clothes. I donned some work clothes and went out to the dry house to tackle some demolition work. It was time to remove that groady ceiling.
Office Before I Started
The only hammer I could find was this dinky thing Elizabethe uses. Try pulling 2″ nails from a 2×4 with a tiny hammer. Elizabethe finally remembered where she put my hammer. Once it was in my hands, the work went quickly.
Talk about dirty. 60+ year old particle board just crumbles when you whack it with a hammer. I took an old t-shirt and covered my head and neck with it. The last thing I want is that stuff down my back — ew!
Went to Lowe’s to pickup a saws-all. Got all of the between the rafter 2×4 pieces out. That DeWalt saws-all cuts through nails like a hot knife through butter.
Now I have a floor full of nails, broken particle board and other debris.
Office after ceiling removed
Speaking of other debris, there were lots of kennel ribbons. The oldest dates back to 1950. They were between the floor of the attic and the ceiling. They must have slipped through some cracks. But, that wasn’t the only thing I found. Some old AA batteries in a box that read, “Good for Transistor Radios”. (Most people under 30 don’t even know what a transistor is.) And there’s more… 2 pages from a Playboy Magazine. (Sorry, no pictures. This guy must have saved them for the articles.) One page had an ad for a car. From the looks of the car, I’d say 1961 or 1962.
I finally pulled it in to shower and get all that sawdust off me. So, here I sit updating the blog. I think I’ll have some dinner after this, go for a walk, and call it a day.
Things got quite busy at work yesterday. After getting notified that my office in Rochester was ready, I started getting calls with other questions and requests. But 5 o’clock rolled around soon enough.
We got some rain in the afternoon. The cloud cover kept it warm at night. (It usually cools off quite a bit at night.) Then, in the middle of the night it poured.
I took a walk this morning before work. I went down to the Erie Canal. As I was leaving the house, I couldn’t help but notice how nice the yard looked in the morning light.
It was a little warm, but not so warm that it was uncomfortable. A few people had the same idea, except they were jogging. You can’t enjoy the scenery if you are moving that fast. So, I just walk at a quick pace, taking time to stop and see the sights.
When I reached the canal, there were a couple of boys fishing, an elderly couple out for a morning walk through the park, and lots of birds singing.
I got back to the house just in time to say, “Goodbye,” to Elizabethe as she left for the office. I went inside and started my day at work. (Taking a short break to write this.)
My plan for lunch time is to take another walk and meet the owner of Mulberry Hollow. They just opened on the corner. Their business is in the old Ford dealership building. Cool building. It would make a nice studio, but oh, well. At least someone is in it and running a business from it.
Speaking of Mulberries, here’s a picture of some of mine…
Welcome to the Beckwith Mansion & Estate Blog. Here you will find news and updates regarding our home and the grounds that surround it. We will make every attempt to add something daily.
The Beckwith Mansion was completed in 1835 and was home to George & Ruth Beckwith and their family. Located at 213 W Main Street in Palmyra, New York, it features 1.81 acres of grounds and three buildings: the mansion, a dry house with attached greenhouse, and a 2.5 car garage. It is owned and occupied today by Brent & Elizabethe Walton.