When my friend Krista suggested an outing to Palmyra to
visit the museums there, I didn’t know that she had lived in that area for
years! So it wasn’t a new adventure for her, but it was for me. Thankfully, we
didn’t do anything Mormony.
the tool room |
There are five Museums of Historic Palmyra, and although
they are relatively small, it actually took us just under 2.5 hours to complete
a guided tour of all five, with a little bit of time in the gift shop at the
end. Krista chatted briefly with her friend Bonnie Hays, the Executive
Director, before we set off with our docent, Steve, and another couple (from
Webster). First up was the Historic Museum, in an 1800’s building that had originally
been a boarding house (with 16 rooms and one bathroom…).
creepy wreath made out of one woman's hair from different times of her life |
Apparently, the building was moved from a nearby street, after the existing structure
burned down in the mid-1960s. The rooms were organized by theme of memorabilia –
military, medicine, religion (can’t get too far from that subject in
Palmyra, it seems – the town also has the unusual distinction of being the only
one with four different churches at each of the corners of its main street
downtown), dolls and toys, etc.
Steve was a font of information, and talked quickly, so I
didn’t take in everything, but the town was on the Underground Railroad as well
as the Erie Canal, and has links not just to Joseph Smith, but also Winston
Churchill (his grandparents were married there), and Henry Wells, founder of
Wells Fargo.
Next up was the 1826 Erie Canal Depot, where goods were
unloaded from the barges, and where the hoagies (the men who drove the mules) bedded
down upstairs, while the mules were boarded in the basement. In addition to
various artifacts, the building houses a cool diorama of Old Lock 30, a defunct
double lock in Macedon.
At the Print Shop next door, we learned a bit
about printmaking, and sliced up a phone book with an incredibly large and
sharp paper cutter. A crafter's dream!
the washtub... |
We transitioned to the Phelps Store just as a
thunderstorm rolled in and Steve was explaining how the house was haunted. I
got to use my new favorite phrase, courtesy of my sister: “But, science…”
Steve opened several bottles so we could sense the scents of 1940 |
The
store was certainly eerie – Julius Phelps had locked the store for good in
1940, and all of the dry goods (and even some egg shells) were frozen in time.
Upstairs from the store were the living quarters, where Julius’ daughter Sibyl (an
Eastman School of Music grad and a “spiritualist” who was friendly with Houdini)
lived until she died in 1976. Although there was a closet containing a toilet,
it had never been connected, and the house had no running water. Most of the
furnishings are original, although much restoration was needed because toward
the end, she lived in squalor with lots of cats. Luckily for historical
preservation, the house was converted into a museum within six months of her
death.
My favorite, by far, was the Alling Coverlet Museum, our
ultimate destination. The only museum dedicated to America’s hand-woven
coverlets, it houses over 350 coverlets and quilts, including Merle
Alling’s own collection of over 200 coverlets, as well as several looms. Every
year, 60 coverlets are selected for display, and they are beautiful. Some of
them are fine examples of the prolific weaver Ira Hadsell, whose work is in the
collections of museums such as the Art Institute of Chicago and the American
Folk Art Museum in New York. Sadly, demand for hand-made coverlets declined
with the rise of the cheaper, machine-made versions.
Krista and I were happy to make some purchases on our way out, to support this all-volunteer organization. They have a nice selection of pillows made from antique coverlets (ones that are donated, but aren't wholly intact…). I can definitely see taking visiting friends to Palmyra in my future!
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