At the top of the stairs we have a velocipede. In the 1880's it was THE thing to ride bicycles - and you did it in your Sunday best. This, of course, is a tricycle velocipede. Even the youngsters rode in their best Sunday-go-to-meetin' clothes.
In the bedroom that CSA President Jefferson Davis slept in was a very pretty wash basin, pitcher, shaving cup, etc.
Most quality washstands had marble tops to protect against splashing water. There was a matching chamber pot. (As irreverent as it might sound to talk about, I suspect is was even more embarrassing seeing the president slip in and out of an outhouse...??)
Now, this really isn't a good photo, but there's a reason for that! Beth took a look at it and said, "That's awfully small, isn't it?" and my response was, "You would think a politician would need a bigger one..." At that we both started laughing again. Once we get started, Beth and I can't stop, and I never could get a good photo of this thing! (Though it really wasn't that funny.)
From here the numbers led us back down the stairs. It was an a-maze-ing visit! Next we went through the smoking parlor. Not that the parlor was smoking, but that's where the men retired to after dinner TO smoke. Later it was called a Study, and now it's referred to as "The Man-cave." (Are we regressing? A cave!)
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