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WEEPING AT A HOUSE MUSEUM

August 24, 2015

Am I the only person to have nearly melted down in the middle of touring a house museum?

Why would anyone do such a thing? Well…

I recently visited the Old Manse in Concord, the former home of the town’s Patriot minister, William Emerson, and literary luminaries Nathaniel Hawthorne and Ralph Waldo Emerson (William’s grandson).

The Old Manse

The Old Manse

The home was witness to the Revolutionary battle of the North Bridge, just a stone’s throw away. But it observed much more than that; its existence documents the lives of those that lived there, and a simpler way of life.

It was the usual tour, a sampling of a few rooms in the house, and I thought my state of mind was par for the course as well.

It was.

At least until we visited the upstairs study. My experience unfolded like this…

It started with a quaint story: The scroll top secretary was cut so the piece would fit in the room. I can’t imagine hacking into a lovely piece of furniture like that, but I do understand needing to maximize your space. I take a photo.

Top of the Scroll top

The room has a view to the battlefield across North Bridge, a battle in which William Emerson took part.

We are told that when Mrs. Emerson spied her husband on the field, through the window they normally enjoyed quiet sunsets, she shouted to him, “I need you here, sir!”

Study Window, Old Manse

Looking toward the battle…

Of course he didn’t hear her.

An anecdote conveying a historic moment, but more than that, love and fear.

The docent then directs our attention to another window in the room, to one particular pane.

This pane was the victim of graffiti, the perpetrator none other than Mrs. Nathaniel Hawthorne! It contains a two-part message, documenting moments important to her while her family rented the home.

Mrs. Hawthorne was an artist in her own right, a painter, and she used the study as her studio. She sold a painting named “Endymion” to cover the rent one year, which was $100—that alone is enough to make me cry! Completion of this painting moved her to inscribe the event in the window pane:

“Endymion painted in this room – finished January 20, 1844”

hawthorne paintings

Works of Sophia Hawthorne, though not Endymion.

The second inscription vividly portrays a moment in time, so sweet and special that she wanted it remembered always:

“Una Hawthorne stood on this window sill January 22d, 1845 while the trees were all glass chandeliers – a goodly show which she liked much tho’ only ten months old” (sic)

Cue waterworks!

Was it the lovely vision painted with words, the picture of a simpler life? Was I feeling the spirit of the lives lived in this space?

Baffled by my emotion, I was able to keep the tears in check.

Until the docent began talking of the writing, the great works that were written in the space. A special ratcheted desk was installed specifically for focused writing time (facing the wall!) Nathaniel Hawthorne. Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Ratcheted Writing Desk, Old Manse

The writing desk.

Now the tears are flowing…silently, but embarrassingly hard to disguise.

It all comes crashing down on me: my hectic 21st century life barely allows me to keep up with my blogging, let alone write the books I know are in me. I feel a deep longing, a need to escape my life if only for a while…do I need to escape or can I make changes?

How do I create a more satisfying, fulfilling life for myself?

All this from a visit to a house museum.

It’s the stories that things tell us.

We must keep the stories alive by preserving the places and things that tell them.

Garden at The Old Manse

Colonial Chevron, Old Manse kitchen

The Colonial Chevron pattern, applied with corn cobs, was used to adorn kitchen walls…to hide the grime!

Laundry at the Old Manse

Must be Blue Monday.

Many thanks to the Trustees for Reservations for caring for this amazing story-filled site that touched me so deeply.

Rebels!

Me and some rebels.

Please tell me…have you ever had an oddly stirring experience like this? Share in the comments below or over on Facebook!

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Comments

  1. Dennis Lupien says

    August 24, 2015 at 4:57 pm

    Admitting to weeping at a house museum is just one of the things that make you the beautiful person you are. Don’t feel bad – it’s happened to me too, believe it or not.

    Reply
    • Christina Branham says

      August 24, 2015 at 10:58 pm

      Well I’m in good company! Thanks Dennis!

      Reply
  2. cynthia bastion says

    August 25, 2015 at 5:24 pm

    Christina, I too have been moved by a house-specifically Carnton Plantation in Franklin, TN. Seeing blood stains on the floors and bedroom wall when the home was used as a hospital during the Battle of Franklin, hearing of the 10 yr old boy who looked out this bedroom window to see Union troops in the front yard and Confederate in the back. Thank you to Dave Farquharson for suggesting this stop on the way to visit them in Alabama. Been back twice with grandchildren, hoping they were as touched as us. (and I was a Field staff member from 1978-1988!). Thank you for sharing and causing me to remember.

    Reply
  3. Edith Ellis says

    July 10, 2016 at 1:42 pm

    Walking along the streets of St. Emilion in France and touching the walls of building so old that It brought me to tears.

    Reply

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