Last Thursday, my little brother and I (to protect his identity, let’s call him Bob), took a day trip to Black Creek Pioneer Village.
First let me say how excited I was when I got this big idea to take Bob to Pioneer Village the previous Monday at work. Bob seemed pretty excited at the prospect too, so it was pretty cool. I called him the morning of to make sure he had woken up on time and eaten breakfast, and he answered the phone sounding like he’d been awake already for hours. He came out of the house all happy, with this huge smile on his face, and his little iPod in his pocket – it was so cute.
It was the first time the park was open during the March break, and due to the weather, not all of the buildings were open yet, as the cold weather could still potentially damage the inside of the buildings and their contents.
We first walked around the main building which housed the gift shop, the snack bar, and a museum. Bob loved the displays with the toys – especially the toy trains. I was kinda grossed out when I saw the doll display case. It’s a little unsettling knowing that the dolls you’re looking at have real human hair, and they’re about 160 years old. The previous owners of that hair are dead. I was looking at a dead person’s hair. Maybe it was just the museum, that to be honest, I found a little creepy for some reason, or I was just being dumb, but I was so creeped out by the thought of this dead person’s hair being on that doll, that I was compelled to take a picture of it. (How retarted is that, lol). I invite you to be creeped out with me. Have a look for yourself…Feel anything yet? Please say yes, cause then that means that I really was just being dumb, and I have a reputation to uphold, lol.
Both Bob and I really loved all the different buildings and the people dressed in period costume. My favorite was the farm house ,as there was a lady in the kitchen cooking maple sugar cookies over a fire. I would think food would never cook quite as evenly over an open fire as it does nowadays in an oven or on the stovetop, but what do I know.
My other favorite building was the Halfway House – it seemed to be a saloon/inn/ballroom. I absolutely fell in love with one of the oil paintings in the dining room, but go figure, I wasn’t able to get a good shot of it. This is the best that I got – which sucks pretty bad. It was one of those paintings that if I had money to blow, and it was up for sale, I would have purchased it on the spot. I guess it’s good that my picture came out horribly, that way, I’m not tortured by what could have been 🙂
In the Halfway House, downstairs in the saloon, there was a man in period costume playing the fiddle. I’m not the biggest fan of the violin, but I was enjoying sitting down after walking the grounds and enjoying the music. Don’t mind the horrible cinematography
I took a slew more pictures, however, so as not to bore you, I have only included about twenty-four (to be exact) below for your viewing pleasure: 😛