Today my friend, Shirley, and I went to The Landing, in Skakopee, Minnesota. During December the various houses and other establishments in the village, are preparing for Hanukkah and Christmas. This is the earliest building at the Landing, 1845, French Canadian Fur Trading cabin.
Nativity scene in French Canadian fur trader's home. Notice the Indian visitors to the stable (on the left).
Early German settler at the kitchen table
Believe it or not, I had a school desk such as this when I was in second grade.
Straw was strewn under this Czech Christmas tree. I found it interesting to see the gold painted walnut ornaments on this tree. My maternal grandma had the same on her Christmas tree.
Norwegian woman checking for the doneness of a potato, sausage, cheese hot dish. She was baking this, and popovers, in a wood cook stove/oven.
Lefse, rosettes, fatiman, krumkake, and molded cookies in a Norwegian kitchen
A Norwegian Christmas tree. On Christmas eve, straw was brought into the living room to cover the floor. The entire family, guests, and hired help all slept on the floor that night to show equality. Special food was given to the stock to honor them.
This tree was in the English home. The English family was the wealthiest family in the village. They had electricity and radiators. Their maid told us not to bother going to the Irish home/boarding house, as the Irish were dirty people and their house was disgusting (We found this partly true.).
The dry sink and water pump in the English home reminded me of Great Aunt Ett's kitchen. Aunt Ett and Uncle Johnny lived in Butternut, Minnesota. We loved going to their farm! They had little, or no, electricity. Aunt Ett cooked with a wood cook stove and made delicious meals.
Skating pond
3 comments:
Looks like a neat place, I'm glad you were able to visit.
Gosh, I didn't know there was so much to do there...we always drove by the place on our way "somewhere else", but we never stopped! How interesting.
Sounds like a fun day! I still have one of the painted gold walnuts from Grandma Austin. It hangs on my tree every year!
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