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Quaint and Queer

Posted Jul 20 2012 10:00am

Journal from Friday, June 22nd

Today my sore throat turned into a full-blown cold. I knew the sniffling sneezing man next to me on the airplane was bad news. We drove through New Jersey, New York, and then Connecticut, but got stuck in bad Friday traffic that was compounded by a thunderstorm and strong rain. Somehow it was still fairly hot, though better than the day before. Finally we reached the little town of Guilford and stopped to look around.

The oldest stone building in the U.S., built in 1639, is in Guilford. At the time the communities built a bunch of tiny thatch houses and usually squished them all together with a protective wall around them. Gilford decided to spread out a bit and instead of the wall, they added four big stone houses that everyone would be able to crowd into in case of danger or bad weather. The one that has been restored and is still standing was for Reverend Henry Whitfield and was three stories tall.
We weren't allowed to take pictures inside, but there were a lot of household items that were commonly used during that time, like a light that held a reed dipped in wax, which was cheaper than a candle. There was also a kitchen sink that had a wide spout that would lead outside the house for dirty water to drain out of.

Then we drove around the cute town, saw the pretty shore, and then meandered through the neighborhoods of quaint Colonial homes. And then we saw it—a monstrosity of metal. In the midst of all the light, tall, square houses was a dark metal round… thing. We finally decided it was a house, but it was very long and almost looked submarine-ish. We passed it and talked about it for a bit and then decided we just had to turn back around to take pictures! I very much would love to know the story behind this house. Or whatever it is.
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