…… instead of a blog.
Or so it seems.
If you get there early enough you can go see FDR’s house.
Or you can just stay home and enjoy these pics.
I just saved you a ton on plane fare, didn’t I?
This is actually a large dumbwaiter. FDR used it after he contracted polio and was confined to a wheel chair. It was already there and used by the servants. So you don’t have an elevator? No problem! Use the dumbwaiter.
I’m guessing that a smart one wouldn’t let you use it like that.
(Did you groan or smile?)
This is a sort of parlor for the guest room, which is through the white door on the back wall. If you look closely you can see what appears to maybe be a full sized bed (with a white coverlet), but it seemed smaller than that.
BTW, the King and Queen of England (Elizabeth’s parents) stayed there.
I hope she took the bed.
I don’t know about you, but I would’ve had a huge problem with my mother in law if she was remotely like Anna. She did NOT treat Eleanor all that well. Notice the size of the bed? Franklin’s was an adjoining room with a large bed.
On a happy note, Eleanor did end up with her own cottage place, not far from the main house. So at least she did have her own home there.
So for what I think is the first time ever, I’m going to have to do a three-parter.
Sorry, but I have about 35 more pics left to post (minus the ones I’ll edit out), and I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of FDR at the moment.
Let me know if you’re interested and if you are, I’ll post the rest.
I have to tell you that I got some pics of some pretty darn cute baby animals that seemed to live under the house.
Is that like a cliff hanger?!