Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Finalment!


Finally, after 32 years, I was able to go inside The Old French House located in Vincennes, Indiana!

I attended Vincennes University and graduated in 1981 and never once was the little house open for a tour during my time at V.U. The Colonel and I drove through Vincennes and passed by the house and, Mon Dieu, it was open (I had called the Vincennes Visitors Bureau before leaving Florida to see if the house would be open at the time of our visit and had to leave a voicemail. No one returned my call before we hit the road so we did not know if it would be open).

I loved going to a college located in a very historical town. Vincennes is the oldest city in Indiana and was previously a French fur trading post. It was founded in 1732. Here in 1779, George Rogers Clark and his little army took the largest land conquest in the Revolutionary War away from the British. The British were inside Fort Sackville at the time and now the impressive George Rogers Clark Memorial stands on the site of the fort.


In 1800, the Indiana Territory was formed and Vincennes became its capitol for thirteen years.

Where does The Old French House enter into all of this?

The first owner of the house was Michel Brouillet (broo YET). He was born in Vincennes in 1774 and was the son of Michel Brouillet, Sr. who was an officer in the Vincennes militia under George Rogers Clark during the Revolutionary War.

Young Michel started in the fur trade at his father's trading post near Terre Haute, Indiana. In 1795 he was a clerk for a Detroit fur trader. About this time he married an Indian woman and their son, Jean Baptiste Brouillet, would one day become a Miami Indian chief.

From 1801 to 1805 Brouillet traded with the Miami and Kickapoo Indians. Indiana Territorial Governor, William Henry Harrison (whose house Grouseland is located in Vincennes, would became the 9th president and the first to die in office) used Brouillet as an interpreter in several treaties with the Indians. Later Harrison would use him as a spy against uprising Indians and a scout and messenger during the War of 1812. In 1819 area Indians sold their lands in central Indiana and moved west of the Mississippi. This was the end of the fur trade for Michel, so he took up tavern keeping in Vincennes. He died in 1838 and was buried with military honors in the Old Cathedral cemetery.


Grouseland
 
 
Old Cathedral
 

Old Cathedral Cemetery
 
32 years (that's how long it took me to get into Monsieur Brouillet's house) before his death, in 1806, Michel marries Marie Louise Drouet de Richerville. They build and move into the Old French House three years later, in 1809. They had ten children while living in the house.



By now you are probably saying to yourself..."Enough with the history lesson...I want to see the inside of this cute French cottage!"...now you get a tiny taste of what my long wait has been like.

Our tour guide was very cordial and full of knowledge. His pronunciation of French words was impeccable. He welcomed us into the main room of the cottage, the living room.


This was the room where family life centered around the hearth. Off the living room to the right were two bedrooms. The front bedroom had an enclosed bed.



Beds like this one were popular in the eighteenth century as a protection against drafts. This bed had a date carved on its doors of 1759. Later when these beds went out of fashion they were converted into armoires as this one was.

The back bedroom had a traditional bed in it. The bed is a trundle bed.


Those ten children had to sleep somewhere...which leads us to the next room we visited in the house...the loft.

Next to the chimney was a narrow staircase that led up to the loft. It probably served as a place for the older boys to sleep but now contains an exhibit on the fur trade, featuring a 150-year old "pirogue" (dugout canoe) made by Vincennes inhabitant Michel Bonhomme.




Here is a close up of the walls of the house. The French used upright posts and horizontal beams. The walls then were insulated with a mixture of mud and grass known as "bousillage". The walls were then coated with rough plaster then whitewashed.


We went back downstairs to the summer kitchen that was behind a door that was to the right of the fireplace in the living room. The living room and summer kitchen fireplaces were back-to-back and shared the same chimney.



Our guide told us that the dried pumpkin gourd pictured above could be considered French/Indian Tupperware. While we were in the summer kitchen two tiny, curious kittens watched us from the porch. They were very shy and even The Cat-whisperer (aka The Colonel) could not coax them out of their hiding place under the porch once they scurried beneath it. The kittens belonged to the neighbor lady living next door.

The Old French House was built (1809) in the heart of the former Piankeshaw Indian village of Chippecoke (from 1732 to 1786). The house sits on its original site alongside the first street in Indiana.



It was pretty neat to stand on and look down Indiana's first street. The Colonel and I enjoyed our tour of the Old French House. Well worth the wait.

On the grounds of the house there was also an Indian Museum that displayed artifacts from four periods of local Indian prehistory: Paleo-Indians (12,000-8000 BC), Archaic (800-1000 BC), Woodland (1000 BC -AD 1200) and Mississippian (AD 1000-1650).

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Sleeping Indian Style

You all know by now that The Colonel and I like history and on a recent trip we were able to spend the night in a historical hotel.

 
Maybe it was fitting that we stayed in a wigwam (a tipi really) as we have portrayed Calusa Indians and I, a Seminole Indian.
 

 
We stayed in Wigwam Village # 2 located in Cave City, Kentucky.
 
 
Frank A. Redford designed the wigwams and was granted a patent for his design. He began building Wigwam Village # 1 in Horse Cave, Kentucky in 1933. He built seven villages between 1933 and 1949.
 
The other five villages were built in: Louisiana (#3), Florida (#4), Alabama (#5), Arizona (#6) and California (#7). Today only three villages remain in existence: Arizona, California and of course Kentucky.
 
The wigwams' bases are 14 feet in diameter and they are 32 feet tall. They are made of concrete. We stayed in wigwam number twelve (there are fifteen in all).
 
 
The large wigwam is now the office and a gift shop but in the early days it was a restaurant.
 
 
The semi-circle of wigwams faces a playground and beside each wigwam is a parking space for a single vehicle.
 
 
The Colonel and I were eager to see the interior of our wigwam. Upon entering, we were surprised that it was larger than it appeared from the outside.
 
The furniture was the original furniture from the time the village opened in 1937. It is rustic and made from hickory and cane. The bed was a double (we are used to a king) and it made for a close and restless night of sleep, but we forgave the bed because of the novelty of spending the night in a wigwam.
 
The ceiling was flat to accommodate a fan/light and not conical in shape. The wigwam was also air conditioned.
 
The main room: 
 
                                 
 
 
The bathroom (the shower was roomy):
 
 
 
 
There was no telephone in the room but there was wireless Internet access and a television.
 
 
The Colonel and I loved our opportunity to "Sleep in a Wigwam". When we made our reservations we were told that this was a heavily booked time of the year and many people wanted to experience a night in a wigwam. We were fortunate to have gotten the reservation.
 
 
This picture is from a postcard. The two small tipis flanking the large tipi were the restrooms for the restaurant in the early days. 



Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Eos, My Greek Slave/Goddess


I have a little area in my back yard that has not been kind to any plants I have tried to grow there, like banana trees and a corn plant (the pictures below are from the Web because my plants were mere shadows of these; what healthy banana trees and a corn plant should look like).



I finally decided to not torture plant anything there again. I began to think a statue set among the coral rocks that were still there would be a nice (and non-living) thing.

I had initially thought I wanted a mermaid statue. I saw one at a little garden shop across the river. The Colonel and I went to check her out. Up close and personal, she wasn't quite what I expected or wanted (or her big price tag either). We walked around the garden center and saw two statues that were possibilities: a lady with a flowing dress and flowers and a semi-nude woman with manacles on one of her wrists.

The Colonel and I were immediately smitten with the manacled woman statue. She reminded us of the "Bound Woman" that can be found upon a grave in the Key West Cemetery.



I asked the woman working at the garden shop what was the significance of the manacled woman and she did not know but would go and look her up in a catalog. She came back and said she could not find the statue in the catalog. Even without knowing "who" she was, I had to have her for my yard.

When we unloaded her at home we showed her to Yam. She said the statue reminded her of one called "The Greek Slave" by Hiram Powers. He sculpted his statue in 1847 and it created quite a stir during its world tour.


 
I have decided Yam is correct in her observation. This is what my "Greek Slave" looks like.
 
 
Here are close up details of both statues and see if you do not agree with Yam (no matter how loosely my Greek Slave is based on Mr. Powers').
 

 
My Greek Slave statue may not be as pretty or finely sculpted as Mr. Powers' but I think she is wonderful.
 

 
I have decided to name her Eos. Eos is the ancient Greek Goddess of dawn. I searched for a Greek goddess of sun/sunshine (because of living in The Sunshine State and I wanted a positive name...the woman is in chains...she needs a ray of sunshine) but I could not find one.
 
Helios is the Greek Sun God and Eos is his sister; the closest thing I could get to a Greek Sun Goddess.
 
I had thought of calling her Antheia, the Greek Goddess of flower gardens, but nothing grows well in that area of my backyard and I for one don't wish to court the wrath of a Greek goddess.
 
Who knows, maybe if I did name her Antheia, something might have half a chance at growing well there.


Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Wednesday, May 29, 2013