Adventures at Heritage Village

There aren’t too many things I really love about the area where I live.  I’m not a beach dweller by any means, and the heat is just downright awful.  But, the malls are top-notch and we only have to drive 40 minutes to go see a hockey game which isn’t too shabby.  But there is one place in particular that I just absolutely love about where I live, and that’s Heritage Village.

Heritage Village is a 21 acre lot of land, dedicated to the history of our area.  They’ve saved, procured, and had homes and different buildings donated to the land over the years which are all historic.  Heritage Village restores the properties on the land, and thus creating a living museum.  I went there for the first time in elementary school for a field trip, and fell in love.  Even as an adult, it doesn’t get any less beautiful and interesting.

During the year, they host different events and jubilees.  Last weekend was their annual Folk Festival, where they had different bands playing at each property, different food vendors and local shops.  I try to go every year, but some years, it just doesn’t work out in my favor.  However, this year – Andrew and I were able to go and even better,  there was geocaching to be had on the property!  For those who don’t know what geocaching is…it’s basically a huge treasure hunt where you use the app on your phone to find the coordinates and find caches.  You don’t have to take them, just log that you found it and put it back.  Andrew was a fan of caching long before I met him, but for Christmas, I gave him a membership for a year which means we’ve been full on caching ever since.   Our day at Heritage Village was set to be perfect because we had history for me, caching for Andrew, and we could top it off with pie over at the local pie shop right around the corner from Heritage Village.

The plan couldn’t have been more perfect.  And even better, it worked out just as planned!

The only downside to going during a festival day is that it gets really busy, and they do limit what homes you can tour during the day.  Makes sense, in order to keep everything pristine.  But, a total bummer for those who are experienced HVers and know what they are missing!

Despite it being so busy, I was able to snag a few shots of the property so you can get a visual.

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They’ve just bought this home over a few days prior to the festival. The Turner Bungalow was built in 1915, and recently donated to Heritage Village. The property will require a substantial amount of restoration, but I have a feeling it’ll be absolutely beautiful when it’s  done.

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A quite little gazebo, amongst pine trees.  The last time I went to Heritage Village, there was a lot more foliage around the gazebo to the point where you almost didn’t realize it was there. It’s nice that they cut back a lot so you can appreciate the how gorgeous it is and don’t walk right by it.

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Andrew and I snapped a few shots in front of the Harris School, which is the only replica building on the property. It’s to the exact specs of the original school house, built in 1912.

IHV3A final shot of all of the pine trees.  I wish we had brought our hammock with us that day, that way we could have set it up.  It would have been perfect to just relax, in the breeze, listening to some great folk music.

Do you have a place this like where you live?  If so, tell me where – because I would like to go there sometime.

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Under New Ownership

Andrew and I decided to hop in the truck today and make the 40 minute trek to St. Petersburg to hit up our favorite antique shop.  It had been over a year since we had been last, so we were definitely due for it.    Once we parked and were outside Gas Plant Antique Mall,  I knew something was a little off but I couldn’t put my finger on it.   Could it be the eBay sign outside of the shop?  Or the giant consignment sign?  Maybe it was the rap music coming from inside the building that was sending me a different vibe?   The further we dug around the 1st floor, the more realized this wasn’t the same Gas Plant we had grown to love.

Three dreaded words came to mind.

UNDER NEW OWNERSHIP.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

We couldn’t have been more devastated. All the original vendors jumped ship after the sale last August, and we were left with clutter, disarray, tacky pieces and did I already mention the rap music?

It wasn’t until we reached the third floor, that our heavy hearts were feeling some sort of relief. Coming up the stairs, I heard disco music playing and spotted fabulous patterns.    We had just stepped into a different era.  Praise the lord.   Furnish Me Vintage opened up shop on the third level.   Andrew was in heaven for all of the Danish furniture he was tripping over.   (Danish, hunny, not Swedish.  Don’t get too excited.)

In all of the awfulness that is now Gas Plant, Furnish Me Vintage was a breath of fresh air.

Then I saw these chairs.

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