We happily blobbed out for several days. Then, it was New Year’s Eve and so we decided to have a quiet evening together at the 1770 House. Yes, it is really that old and so naturally totally charming. Three fireplaces and it’s right across the street from the pond with the floating tree in it. The whole town has lit up trees, lit up windmills — it’s like a fairyland and I LOVE IT! My whole Christmas thing, which was a peak of joyfulness for me all my life, is fading fast. Daddy is gone, Mom is different. It’s just not there and it’s hard for me to let go of that and all those memories. So I love being here where the spirit of it is so beautiful and strong.

Can you see that painting behind Dave? It is probably from 1770! Dave's head is pretty close to the ceiling, which looks like it still has the original cross beams.

A roaring fire -- so cozy.

We ate upstairs in the main dining room but we went down the spiral staircase to the old speakeasy where there is another roaring fire, a bar and lots of people, too. Very like going back in time.

Cheers!