Hawken House Second Parlour

The Historic 1857 Hawken House
at 1155 Rock Hill Road in Webster Grove, Missouri 
in the Saint Louis area was named after the Hawken Family
that created the Hawken Rifle.

 To the right of the Entry Way is the Second Parlour.
As in most homes with a second parlour,
it was used daily much as we now use family rooms.

Handsomely displayed above the fireplace mantle is a replica of one of these rifles that played an important part in the early history of winning  the west.

Historians tell us there are three rifles which stand out
in the pioneering of the American West,
the Kentucky Rifle,
the Winchester Rifle,
and the Hawken Rifle.

The Hawken Rifle is known as
the "gun that settled the west."

Daniel Boone, Davy Crockett, Kit Carson, John Fremont,
Jim Bridger and Robert Campbell were all known to carry a Hawken Rifle.

More info about the Hawken Rifles:

www.hawkenshop.com

1860's Melodion

Small keyboard organ of German origin. 

Tones are produced by drawing air through metal reeds

with the use of bellows operated by foot pedals.

A pleasant visit.

Thank you for joining me today.

If you try to leave a comment and it's difficult to get through,

I'm so sorry.

Hope you'll keep trying.

I'm no computer whiz.

Wish I were......Learning as I go,

d

Bridal Tea Tablescape

Beautiful dishes embellish a Tablescape and warms friendships. 

 They add some loveliness for a special occasion
to celebrate a Bride

at a Bridal Luncheon or a Family/Friend Tea.

This China was displayed in the Formal Parlour

of the Historic 1857 Hawken House in Webster Grove, Missouri

that is open to the Public for viewing in the Saint Louis area. 

Delicious White Wedding Cake and beautiful China

 shared with people that you care about to honor a Bride

makes for a lovely occasion.

A closer look at the cake.

 When I toured this mansion,

vintage and anique Wedding Dresses were displayed about the House.

1155 South Rock Hill Road

Webster, Mossouri

There is a more detail and in depth post of the Hawken House Formal Parlour
and a beautiful 1880's Wedding Gown.

CLICK:

http://homehavenministry.blogspot.com/2012/09/hawken-house-entrance-and-formal-parlour.html

Thank you for visiting!

God bless,

d

I'm linking up with Susan's Tablescape Thursday at 

 http://betweennapsontheporch.net/table-settings-for-two-romantic-fun-and-whimsical/

Hawken House Entrance and Formal Parlour

RECALLING our stepping back in time as we entered
the lovely decorated Historic HAWKEN HOUSE
in the Saint Louis area.

Portrait of first wife of Richard Lockwood,
an early settler of Webster.

I'd love to go back and walk through this house
in slow-mo and take notice of all the details.

Though pictures help to recall what I saw,
I'd like to spend some alone time in this mansion and just imagine.
Just imagine that!

 This week I hope to post interior pics of the entire house.

Hope I can pull this off.


Started the tour by seeing the Entry Way.

As popular as ever, grey walls are making a big splash these days.

They were used to deck out their homes back in the day with neutral greys.

 Black, Whites, Beige and Greys are known to be safe neutrals. 

Welcoming visitors to the house

by saying HELLO is

~THE ENTRY WAY~

From here we went left into the lovely Formal Parlour.

That's Molly, the Guide.

The Formal Parlour, also known as the First Parlour, 

was elaborately furnished and used only for special occasion.  

It was closed off to conserve heat when not in use.

 I wouldn't mind having some similar draperies in my own Parlour.

 Rosewood rectangular piano made by the Knabe Co.
of Baltimore, Maryland.

The Victorian furnishings include a French triple back settee.

I liked this room a lot. 

Especially the beautiful draperies and the lighter colored walls.  There was a table in the center of the room which displayed a wedding tablescape.  When we toured the house, there were wedding dresses displayed in each room.  An extra treat to see.

The 1880's

This dainty princess line dress with it's bustle back and train is typical of early 1880's gown.  Made from satin weave silk, the gown was first used as a wedding dress and later remade for formal wear.

The bridal gown has elbow length sleeves of embroidered net.  When the gown was remade Battenberg lace was added to the cuffs, the panniers and the neckline which appears to have been restyled.  Seventeen mother-of-pearls buttons decorate the bodice front, but hooks and eyes keep it closed.  The skirt with its wi21 inch waist is a seperate piece made of alterating layers of cotton organdy, lace and satin.  The train has an organdy ruffle edging.  The gown is both hand made and machine stitched.

My time at HAWKEN HOUSE was a treat. 

Every room was filled with beautiful things to reflect a time gone by. 
Mixing elegance with history and portraying tasteful living.

 

THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY FOR A VISIT!

Please let me know how you're doing.

May you have a blessed life,

d

Building A Lasting Relationship

Do you agree or is there something more to it than this?

May this Autumn be a blessed season for you and your household,

Deanna

 

 

 

A Walk

The Kansas wind is blowing and with the familyroom window open, I can hear the church bells when they chime.  Laundry is in and I have been doing some much needed dusting.  For the life of me, I do not understand how a mouse could get on top of the wardrobe and do his business.  As I was cleaning....there were mouse droppings.  Mighty Mouse must have flown up there and thought it was his toilet.  How can this be? 

Auto is in the shop, So I walked Lil Miss to school this morning and will walk back home with her when school ends for the day. 

There's a couple of glider benches in town that we sat on for 5 minutes while waiting for school to start.  We walked past the Bakery with people carrying Home-made Cinnamon Rolls to their vehicles.  Not fair!  Oops...better not go there.  Onto school.  The skies are grey.

She was on time.  On my way home and as I was walking past the Courthouse, the 8 o'clock bells were chiming.  Heard Doves cooing.  Love this sound.

I walked past a place that I call "The Christmas House."  It sits on a nice size lot that doesn't have a fenced yard.  What some would call a garage looks more like what a carriage house would have been.  "The Christmas House"  is runned down, but the main floor rooms are very spacious.  I have no idea what the upstairs looks like.  The roof is in terrible repair.  She's not for sale.  I have no idea why this house has a hold on me like it does. 

As I reached home, sweat was running from my brow...it wasn't hot outside and the humidity wasn't up.  It seems that I overheat way too easily when I assert myself.  Thyroid related.  Not pleased about that. 

Remember traffic jams in the cities. Going nowhere very fast.  Auto exhaust coming through the air system.  Driving a very long ways to get to where I was going to shop, go to Church, socialize, etc.  Truthfully, this small town has a lot going for it when it comes to a slower paced life. 

I like this tiny community.  In the early morning hours there is some activity on Main Street.  She's basically a quiet place.  Some have sub-divisions, some have acreage in the country.  Some have no lawn and some have a little.  Here, we have 3 lots. 

With Autumn coming...I hope we can have the lawn groomed by having it edged.  Weeds pulled from the flowerbeds.  This week, the porch decorations need to be placed outside.  Interior dusting completed.  Radiators dusted and ready for use in colder weather.

I know that this may not sound very exciting to you, but it helps gear me up to get it accomplished.

I sat in my overstuffed chair and began to cool off after I put a load of laundry in to wash.  As I type, the wind is blowing through the tree branches as to say, slow down and take some time to notice me.

Autumn is creeping in as the locust harmonize with the sound of wind swaying in the breeze.  Take a deep breath and see what the day has instore for me.  I have not had quiet moments like this for a very long time.

I will not worry.  I will not worry.  I will not worry.
d

Diamond Studs

I had misplaced my chocolate diamond stud earrings. I started to worry, because the place they were suppose to be, they were not.  I looked high and low and thought, "What did I do with them?  They're not where I put them last time."

I continued to look for them and replay in my head where I wore them last...did I lose them?  Where were they?  My Husband gifted me last year for my Summer Birthday. 

He wasn't very happy when I mustard up the nerve to tell him that I could not find them.  He'd look as well. 

I began to pray, "Lord, if they are here in the house, please let me come across them....please."  I continued to look  and pray.  What did I do with them?  I discovered that they were missing Mother's Day.  Here it is almost Autumn.  I said another prayer.

My friend Mary B. lost her diamond from her ring and I recall her sharing that God was interested even in the small things of our lives.  She prayed as she was sitting and noticed a small shiny object lodged in a crack on the floor.  It was her diamond.  She was sooooo very happy.  I can still hear her sweet voice telling this to a group of women at a Prayer Meeting.

About a year ago, Mary B. went home to be with the Lord.  She passed away in Colorado.  When I heard that she had died, I did cry.  She truly is one of my favorite Christian Ladies.  I miss her.  I met Mary B. 13 years ago when I went to a Christian Ladies meeting in Manhattan, Kansas.  She was in her 80s then and was chairing the club.  This had been her second time to chair this club.

Always so well groomed and clean in appearance.  She still drove her car all by herself, was active in her Church and walked a mile a day.  She said this was her prayer time.

She was soft spoken and very kind.

When she had surgery on her 80something leg, she showed our small group of officers the incision and stated that her young doctor's eyes bugged out when her saw her leg.  She chuckled.  We all chuckled.  Her 80something leg looked like the leg of a 30 year old's!  She may have been in her 80s, but her legs were that of a much younger woman's.  Her clean living, walking and God, preserved her body.  In fact all the more mature women in this club were youthful looking.  I said it must be in the water!!!  Another one of my new friends said to me that all of the elderly Ladies were like this.  And they were.

Funeral was in Colorado.  I was told that there would be a Memorial Service for her back in Manhattan, as she had lived there most of her life, but went to live with her daughter about two years ago.  I saved the letters and cards she had mailed me.  Coming across those letters that I had stuck in my drawer were tearfully read.

The Memorial Service never took place.  So I had one in my house all by myself.  You know when certain people cross your path and they have a quality that you admire?  Well, Mary B. had qualities that I admired.  She was so very graceful and polite, kind and friendly.  I admire this in a Christian woman.  Also when I was in her apartment.....clean, clean, clean and orderly.  Her gift of hospitality was apparent.  (Note to self and prayer to God: Lord, Help me to have qualities like Mary's....I need some help here.)

Last week, I decided to look for my earrings again.  You can imagine the surprise and excitement I had when I found my chocolate diamond stud earrings in a tiny baggy waiting for me when I went to look for them where they were suppose to be and they were there.  I stood dumb founded as I said outloud, "Where did you come from?"  I looked in this place several times before and you weren't there.  My husband had looked there as well.

I thanked God.

I decided I would surprise hubby by wearing them and seeing if he noticed I had found them.  Being too excited, I blurted out that I had found my earrings!  When I went to put them on....the back of one was missing.  I thought that I would go ahead and put them on.  Told my hubby that the back of one was missing, but I wanted to show him the earrings anyhow.  SEE!

Then when I took them off to put them away, the one that had no backing, had the backing on it......I thought hummmmmm.  I must be losing my mind or am I.  Simply didn't see it before?  Do miracles still happen?

Still dumbfounded.  Amazed.

I'm not crazy.
I'm not making this up.
I didn't dream this.
I'm not delusional.
This truly happened.

God bless you all!
TODAY......I am wearing my little chocolate brown diamond stud earrings. 
To God be the glory.
d

The Good Little Girl

The story of the good, little girl...

Once upon a time,

there was a good, little girl.

A pretty, petite child,

who by all accounts,

was sweet too.

She lived in a castle.

A home fit for a princess,

surrounded by exquisite and beautiful things.

But she was all alone,

or so it seemed.

Abiding

in this worldly kingdom,

where love was conditional,

the good, little girl

learned to obey,

conform,

and comply.

After all,

conditional love was better than no love.

Was there any other kind?

The good, little girl worked hard

so people would notice.

She was kind

so folks would care.

She aimed to be smart,

so they would be proud.

Being perfect was not so difficult...

Really...

And so it was

that the good, little girl

began her quest for perfection,

for love,

and for acceptance.

But,

it didn't work.

Try as she might,

it did not work.

Perfection was exhausting.

And no one noticed

or cared.

Love shouldn't hurt but sometimes it did.

Love shouldn't be conditional,

but it was.

The good, little girl was confused.

She felt used, insignificant and worthless.

Nevertheless,

God who created the whole world

and the good, little girl

noticed her,

and chose her for His own.

She was His princess and He loved her.

He nurtured, guided and cared for her,

because He was proud of her,

and in Him she was perfect

just the way she was....

The End

By Deanna Hiott

 

Post printed with permission of author.

This poem is written by Deanna Hiott

and posted on her personal blog

www.mopsandpopsplace.blogspot.com

 

Deanna, Thank you for allowing me to share this poem with my blog family.

I know that many have experienced trying to be perfect to please others and self or thought this is the way I am suppose to live.  Is it possible that we are being a people pleaser because this is how we taught ourselves to survive or get along with others in our environment, our family, our home, our community, etc.?

Have we discovered that this technique worked in getting people to like us or get along with us?  Was it used to disquise our true self?  Was it used to protect us from whatever? 

 

Having to please others in this very way and then to find freedom from this stronghold in Christ Jesus is life changing.  Being set free with Christ's help.

 

The goodness of God comes thru.

Whom He sets free, is free indeed.

d

 

 

 

Are you held captive by being a people pleaser? 

Is it something you do to protect yourself from others? 

It's an exhausting way to live. 

 

Dear Father God, I am miserable.  I need your help in getting set free from this stronghold that has a powerful hold on me.  Set me free from these shackles that bind me and hold me back from being who I am suppose to be in Christ Jesus.  Set me free, Lord.  Set me free.  Thank you.  In Jesus Name I pray, Amen.