Last Friday, at the suggestion of Betsy Devine, who blogs at Betsy Devine: Now With Even More Funny Ha-Ha and Peculiar and lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts, we met up at a fascinating museum in Portsmouth, New Hampshire named Strawbery Banke. Yes, that spelling is correct.
The museum is a collection of preserved and restored homes built in the 18th and 19th centuries which was an ongoing community until 1960 or so, saved from urban renewal demolition then through the efforts of a local librarian.
The museum is so large – a small town in itself – that I will need to return one day soon for a good look at the oldest homes because on this visit I was magically whisked back in time to my 1940s and ‘50s childhood. The period was irresistible, at once both familiar and old-fashioned. Who knew one could live long enough that artifacts from one’s earliest years would become items of historical interest?
The Marden-Abbott Store looked like every corner market I remember when I was a kid and some things haven’t changed much in more than half a century:
But whatever happened to these brands of soap? Rinso. Oxydol. Fels-Naptha. “Duz does it”, as the radio jingle went:
I’ve been eating Cheerios since before I can remember, but didn’t know the cereal wasn’t always named that:
Even after World War II, women dressed up to go shopping. My mother always wore a hat when we went to the store.
Here’s Betsy at the candy counter:
Betsy and I spent a lot of time in a nearby small garage with a good collection of government-issue, World War II posters urging people on the home front to do their part for the war effort. I clearly remember my mother saving fat, tin and paper even for several years after the war ended:
One can’t help wondering how the current Iraq War might have been different if the people of the U.S. had been asked to participate in important ways as they were during World War II.
Many food items were rationed during World War II: meat, coffee, butter, sugar, tobacco, gasoline. (Sorry about the glass reflection.)
Every American regardless of age was given full rations each month so my mother, since I was born in 1941, had what amounted to a double ration allotment and used the extra at holidays to entertain friends.
The museum keeps period gardens from several eras going back 300 years including this World War II Victory Garden. [Photo courtesy Betsy Devine.]
So you don’t think I entirely ignored the oldest and largest parts of the museum, here is a shot of the parlor in the Aldrich House, built in 1797 and refurnished as it was in 1908.
Several times during our tour, Betsy and I ran into what is, apparently, the Strawbery Banke resident cat.
The last time we spied him, toward the end our tour, the cat was racing away from a museum worker carrying a baby bunny in his mouth.
[At The Elder Storytelling place today, kenju recalls her childhood from the 1950s in Old Friends, Camp and Kisses.]