Welcome to the "Sick Room"
The strong smell of vinegar and camphor emanating from the room at the end of the hall overtakes your senses... you open the door and peer into a darkened room...do you dare enter? Welcome to the "sick room"...a place no one wants to visit. A place no one wants to end up. It's August of 1793 and Philadelphians are in the middle of a hellish battle. The lucky ones have escaped the city, removed to their country homes or perhaps to stay with relatives. Coffee houses, churches,
The Present Day Pleasures of Gardening in Perforated Clogs
Polly Garnett and I were in the kitchen garden at Historic Waynesborough the other day, shoring up tomato plants in 90-degree heat, staking, tying, wiping away sweat, inhaling useless draughts of heavy, saturated air…and I got to thinking. What if I weren’t in this t-shirt and these beat-up cotton work pants, with these soft, perforated clogs on my feet? What if instead I were buried under a long-sleeved shift, a heavy linen skirt and a laced up weskit, my toes pinched by ill
