Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Winterthur, Delaware and Valley Forge, Pennsylvania

Sept 29
Tuesday

Having received good news from Kaiser in Gaithersburg, MD that my yearly tests are all normal, I am good to go. Travel is not a good reason not to take care of your health. Luckily, I am blessed with good health and take no medications, or probably would not have attempted this trip.

Still have a few days before am to meet Jean Brady in Pennsylvania,  so headed for Wilmington, DE to see the du Pont estate, Winterthur.



The RV park I had reserved was too scary and it was the only one in the area, so headed for a motel for the night.
I look on the internet for rv parks and there are usually photos.
When no photos, this is usually why.





Arriving at Winterthur, I took the tram thru part of the estate to reach the main house. It was once a 2,400 acre working farm and today has its own post office and fire department. The latter is necessary to save the priceless collections of antiques in the home.


The grounds are still beautiful but not as spectacular as in Spring when everything is in bloom.











Altho he had a staff of 70 gardeners, Henry du Pont considered himself the Head Gardener and kept detailed records of all the plants and their peak blooming season.

Winterthur is a house museum filled with 80,000 decorative arts, the best produced in America between 1640 and 1840.

It's a good thing the family business of gunpowder manufacture continued to be successful. All of those wars.......




The original 12 room villa was built in 1839 and would grow to become a 196 room chateau to house Henry duPont's constantly growing collection of antiques.







When rolls of never been used vintage Chinese wallpaper was discovered in the early 1930s, he had a wall removed to create a large enough area to hang the paper in the living room.
The only thing not antique in this room is the grand piano which his wife played while daughters sang.




Only the main floor was available for tour.
The du Ponts had many guests but Henry was so neurotic about maintaining the furnishings that guests were often told what couldn't be touched.  One guest was rumored to be so nervous, she slept in the bathtub to avoid disturbing anything.



The du Ponts gave the house over as a museum in 1951 and moved next door to a large home they had built on the property.

The du Pont library houses many students who are there for research.
One of them came up with the idea recently to have a display room called the staff lounge, sort of a downstairs to the spiffy upstairs. It's very cozy....


Before I realized it I was nearly across Delaware so stopped at King of Prussia, PA to check out Valley Forge, where Washington's troops froze their tails off in the winter of 1777-78.




Really it was just an excuse for another celebrity sighting.





















The cabins the men built themselves, 12 men per hut.

At least during the construction they kept warm chopping logs.






Valley Forge National Historic Park is beautiful with 26 miles of trails and the 10 mile long Encampment Tour route which I drove but could be walked. It was a drizzly day so decided not to walk it.








The 1917 National Memorial Arch dedicated to the soldiers' perseverance.










The original stone house that served as residence and office for Washington and his staff. The owner was paid the going rate for rent while they were there.








The living room was set up as the command post.









Officers stayed there in two of the bedrooms.


Washington's bedroom.
Martha came and stayed February to April bringing two people with her to add to the already crowded small home.








More sleeping quarters












Washington's two slaves probably slept here in the attic.













Finally it's Fall in New England.
The leaves are beginning to turn.

Monday, September 28, 2015

New Jersey - Cape May Victorians and Do Wop motels

Sept 23 - 26
Wednesday

Drove to New Jersey thru the Bronx, NYC and over the GW (George Washington) Bridge.












Trucks were on the top deck with the view, but I took a photo anyway and posted to FB.

Bobbie commented "Hands on the wheel!"






Stopped in Clayton, NJ to have lunch with high school friend, Denis.

Clayton is an authentic small town which has not one shop selling tourist crap. And to the best of anyone's knowledge, George Washington did nothing here.

We walked down the block and had lunch at a cafe where we compared colonoscopy stories and had some laughs. We agreed we don't get smarter as we get older, we just run out of stupid things to do.   Old friends are the best.
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At Gaithersburg, MD near Washington, DC I ran into these folks in the RV park office.

In real life they are much taller than they seem on TV.

But you can tell this isn't recent since O'Bama's hair used to be black and now it's grey.














Crossing the Delaware Memorial Bridge near New Jersey on the way to Cape May.











The village of Cape May, NJ was started by a sea captain named May in 1761 when it became the first seaside resort in America.







Today there are over 600 Victorian homes in this town of 3550 people, and it seems that every other one is a B & B. 







 There are more B & Bs here than in any other community in the country.

Most were built during the Victorian era of 1837 - 1901 during Queen Victoria's  reign.










The town is now a National Historic Landmark.






















Downtown main street is a pedestrian mall with all the usual tourist stuff.












Wandering thru the shops waiting for the trolley tour,
I came across another celebrity photo op,
 Pope Francis himself!

Couldn't believe my luck!
I thought he wouldn't catch up with me until Philadelphia next week, but here he was.... my piece of the Pope!

If you're jealous, someone said you can download a selfie online with the Pope.





You've seen the skyline of San Francisco, this is the skyline of Cape May.
 



People just sittin' and "porchin' "











Took the trolley tour and were told this magnificent home was recently converted to several condos which sold for $650K each.










Got off the trolley for some lunch at Tommy's Hot Dogs.










That's Tommy in the hot dog hat.

He wears his hair in a bun.










Goodbye to Cape May and on up the NJ shore two miles to check out Wildwood.

There are three little Atlantic towns - Wildwood, Wildwood Crest, and North Wildwood, all on one island if going across a tiny bridge qualifies an island.


When I pulled into a parking lot that said $6 to Park, I asked how long for $6.
The attendant said "All day or until you can't stand it anymore!"





My first stop was the Do Wop Museum which is an old motel.










It's crammed with everything from Memory Lane.

























Wonderful old lamps.























This time capsule community is know for its 1950s Do Wop motels spread all over town.










Like the ultra modern Starlux.


These once thought to be tacky motels now have a kind of elegance.


























The Star Lux has an added attraction.
For something different you can rent a 50s Airstream travel trailer for your seaside stay.











Everywhere those wonderful signs.




















Bill Hayley and the Comets performed
Rock Around the Clock
for the first time at the
Hoffbrau here in Wildwood.
















The Caribbean has a Jetsons style overhanging roof which you can reach via a circular outdoor ramp.




Upstairs is a tiki party room where two young girls were watching cartoons.









In a dicey part of any town, a motel called the Pink Champagne would bring thoughts of hourly rates and free cable porn, but here it makes you think of a Sweet 16 party.







Tiki bar Sunday morning somehow isn't the same.











It's Santa Cruz with a Joisy attitude.

















Old dudes on bicycles.                                 



                                                                                                     
Traipsing the 100-year old wharf, I resisted the urge to get a tattoo.

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I really wanted to see the inside this restaurant even tho it had nothing to do with Do Wop.
I'm not sure what it did have to do with, but darn, it was closed on Sunday.















So finally I had "had enough", so hit the road paying the least I've paid for gas.  WooHoo!