So to continue my story...
The Century Inn is a magnificent place. As the sign out front says
it has been in operation since 1794, and was a "popular stop for stage coaches and waggoners." As an aside, this sign was damaged a few years ago; our friend Dave rebuilt and carefully repainted it.
It's no exaggeration to say that every time I go there, I am amazed to think about the history of the building and grounds...how many people have walked through its halls and over its lawns.
The original building (I have a picture of the front in my previous post) is a three-story stone structure. There was an addition put on at some point. I'm not sure when; I'll have to ask Megin some time.
Inside, when you walk from the old section to the new, you pass over an old stone threshold. Take a look at it:
You can clearly see it's scalloped, no doubt the result of centuries' worth of boots scraping on it.
The walls are covered with period art. In our room, was this:
Though it's a little hard to see, among the words stitched on it you can read, "Cynthia Barr was born May 21 1770," and "Cynthia Barr is my Name & with my needle wrought." The date on it reads March 8, 1786.
I don't care whether or not you're a history buff. The Century Inn is just a breathtaking place to visit. I'm fortunate to have lucked into a group of friends who found it for me. Otherwise, I might never have experienced it.
I can envision that some day, some piece of this time capsule of American history will find its way into a poem, story, or novel that I write.