On Friday, September 28, it’s raining. It’s a bit cold. We use it an excuse to forego sightseeing and cozy in for a day of reading, cards, crossword puzzles – and trip planning. Ha, we do a lot of the former and very little of the latter. We warm up our steak dinners from the Old Forge Restaurant (sans tap beer) that we’ve visited twice now, and have delicious apple cider doughnuts for dessert. So many things to love about fall!
Saturday, we’re ready for history and touring, and head to Ventford Hall, “Museum of the Gilded Age”.
Sadly, we didn’t actually learn much (anything?) about the Gilded Age here. Nothing particularly historically significant seemed to have happened in this house, other than that some people who owned it at one time (J. P. Morgan’s sister and her husband ) had a lot of money. I have no problem with that, in fact I paid my admission hoping to hear all about what made the age “gilded” – stories about excesses, parties, travel, whatever the lifestyle was that caused the coinage of the phrase. Instead, this is more a tour of a partially completed restoration project, consisting of rooms on the first floor in various states of the renovation process (the second floor was recently closed because it’s not handicapped accessible?) with photographs showing what bad repair each room was in before the house became a “Museum” . The billiard room housed an exhibition of dolls, showcasing a history of fashion – the costumes were exquisite. But that wasn’t what we came to see. Unfortunately, I’d have to say that the most interesting thing I learned on the tour was that Ventford Hall played the part of the orphanage in the movie, Cider House Rules.
For the same admission price ($15 apiece) we had a marvelous afternoon at the Norman Rockwell Museum. Spectacular grounds and museum gallery, with the bonus of being able to see his favorite and last studio, moved from Stockbridge to this site. Wonderful presentations by knowledgeable docents. But the real kick is seeing so many original Norman Rockwell paintings up close, with great written commentary, explaining the history and context of the work, people who posed for it, etc. I begin to recognize the same faces over and over – with different expressions, of course, but it becomes a fun challenge to identify faces of his family. And then, there are his themes.
In my heart, I want Norman Rockwell’s world to be the real one. Simple, kind, and patriotic. Inclusive, respectful, and always doing the right thing.