I just love this old Mill. It's called the Moffett Mill.
Built by George Olney along Great Road in 1812, the Moffett Mill is a unique survivor from the early 19th century. Resting along the Moshassuck River next to Chase Farm Park, this small mill is believed to be the first machine shop constructed in Rhode Island and is a rare example of a wooden mill built during the first wave of industrialization in the Blackstone Valley. Wagons, wheels, and shoelaces are just some of the products that were produced here.
Arnold Moffett purchased the mill in 1850 and built the stone dam that still stands. The mill has been abandoned since the early part of the 1900s and was donated to the Town of Lincoln in the 1980s. It has recently been renovated and its original tools still in tact.
This old mill now serves as a tourist attraction.Not many go to see it, but I love to see it every time I am on my way to the Hearthside House.
I have always love to dress up as a child, but I never wanted to dress in scary costumes. I always wanted to be someone beautiful, like a Queen or Princess. My friend would tease me, and say that was not what Halloween was all about. I never understood what they meant. So here is a little history I found about this day. Very interesting!
CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS discovered America in 1492. At least that is what all elementary school children were always taught: "In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue." Of course, Columbus never did "discover" North America, and the places he did explore already had people living there. He only discovered them from the viewpoint of the Europeans. Yet his first voyage did prove one thing for sure, that the earth was not only round, but that it was bigger than he had thought.
As I look at the face of this man, I see strength and determination, a God fearing man with the passion for adventure. His face moves me. They say you can learn a lot about a person by seeing his home.
House of Christopher Columbus
Or what is left of it.
Says the sign.
But it is not.
It is the remains of a house from that period.
No reason at all to believe Christopher Columbus lived here. He may have, of course.
It's very close to the Palazzo Ducale and on the edge of the old quarter, so no harm to spare it a glance.
All is unclear, but it is very interesting finds for historian, like myself.
Today was a perfect rainy day to read a book or watch a movie. So on my way to the library, I stop to watch the water flow down this little brook off Academy Ave in Providence, Rhode Island. It was so peaceful. I love the rain as it hit the top of my umbrella.
I found this little area along the Blackstone Canal that runs though the heart of the city. It's quit lovely with it's Weeping Willow trees that line the street.
It make for a scene straight out of Virginia.
As I entered my apartment, I have receive a long awaited book from a dear friend, Nancy B.Brewer. She is a great Lady, Author and Historian. She send me a signed book of Carolina Rain.
I was so thrilled. As I began to read the book, I noticed that the main character was born on this date back in 1842. What a coincidence. I began to connect with her right from the start. The book is fiction based on history. It take place during the American Civil War. The main character is a young girl, in her teens in 1860's.
I will go no farther in telling you the story. You must get Carolina Rain!
First I must tell you a little about the Hearthside House.
The Legendary Tale of Stephen Hopkins Smith
Popular folklore surrounding the construction of Hearthside states that in the early 1800’s, Stephen Hopkins Smith, a fellow in his 20’s, began to court a young lady from a “prominent Providence family”. Smith was a member of a noted Lincoln family that made its living in the local agricultural industry. Although he was a Quaker and lived the simple life, he circulated in the social circles, which is how he met the woman he set his heart on marrying. She was a little cautious about their future together though and told him that while he was an attractive man, she was looking for a gentleman suitor “of substantial wealth who could provide a lifestyle she was used to”. The Smith family was far from wealthy. But one day, in answer to his prayers, Smith won a lottery, netting him a jackpot of $40,000----an equivalent of $8.6 million by today’s standards.
Smith kept his winnings a secret, and schemed to build a breathtaking home to sweep “Miss Prominent” off her feet. Construction on Hearthside got underway in 1810 and was completed in 1814. Meanwhile the courtship continued. When the house was done, Smith took a horse and buggy and went to Providence and asked the girl to come with him for a ride. As they approached the bend of Great Road, the girl clapped her hands and said, “What a beautiful house, but who would ever want to live way out in the wilderness.” Smith was heartbroken. He drove her back to Providence and never called on her again. In fact, he never married. This story has been told through the years and even made it into the publication, Ripley’s Believe It or Not. It was referred to as the “Heartbreak House”, due to its rejection by the woman it was built for.
I, a women of Providence came to fall in love with this house. I dreamed of being that women who excepted his love and moved on to be the Mrs of this beautiful home. Being an adventurer of dreams, I became a docent and caretaker of this 200 year old historic mansion, who's ownership fell in the hands of the town of Lincoln.
An organization was formed strictly of dedicated volunteers, called "The Friends Of Hearthside" care and preserve this home.
This weekend, a few of these hard working volunteers had the pleasure and honor of enjoying some quality time with a sleepover in the house. What a true Victorian Experience!
Saturday evening we came together and enjoy a night cap of Champagne and good conversation.
Gentleman David enjoyed his pipe by the fire place, as Mr Talbot always did as the one of the owners in 1904. His photo is on the fireplace mantle.
While he was relaxing, Lady Margaret sit at her desk and wrote a letter to her beloved.
After poring myself a wonderful cup of Apricot tea, I retied to the Ladies Polar to enjoy being entertained by Sister Marline at the piano.
All accomplished young women had to learn to play the piano or some instrument of comfort.
We spent the whole evening enjoying each others company and the morning was quickly approaching. It was time to retire, so into our bed clothing and
lock up for the night. David and I made sore the house was locked and all was well in Hearthside.!
I can say for all , we had a most enjoyable time which we did not want to come to an end!