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Showing posts with label Greenfield Village. Show all posts

The Art of Edison


The most famous of Thomas Edison's patents (among the 1,093 US patents he holds) is much in the news of late. The poor incandescent light bulb is soon to be banned and replaced with the more energy-efficient and supposedly longer-lasting (though I have not seen this to be true in our house) compact fluorescent bulb. Whatever your position on the federal government telling how you are allowed to light your own home (I'm decidedly against it, despite my environmental leanings) the incandescent bulb, which for more than 100 years has lit our homes is on its way out.


Edison invented many more useful things, and improved greatly upon a number of others, bringing us recorded sound, the phonograph, movie cameras, the stock ticker, and even a battery for an electric car. He started more than a dozen businesses, one of which survives to this day—General Electric. He is the ultimate portrait of American inventiveness, ingenuity, and entrepreneurship.


His industrial research laboratory is part of Greenfield Village at The Henry Ford museum and makes for some beautiful photographs that even I, a lover of all things natural, can appreciate. I took these photos on my excursion to Greenfield Village last month.

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Glass Blowing, Giant Trains, Laboratories, and Chickens

Greenfield Village is part of the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn, Michigan, near Detroit. It composes 240 acres of pastures, working farms, historic buildings from all over the world, and craftworks.

The historical interpreters at some of the homes cook their own meals using period methods and foods. These ladies in a Colonial home from Massachusetts cooked over a fire in the hearth despite it being a very warm day and they also tend a large assortment of raised garden beds full of herbs, vegetables, and berries.

The time periods represented by the buildings and attractions range from the Colonial period in the early 1700s to the Depression era of the 1930s.

This 1930s home is wallpapered in newspapers and the ceiling is covered with cardboard. The small kitchen
is about the size of a walk-in closet and has a minuscule stove and canned goods lining the wall.
The chicken coop in the back is bigger than the kitchen.

Historic homes, a windmill, a covered bridge, the one room schoolhouse where Henry Ford went to school, a plantation house, a farmhouse complete with farm animals, and a Main Street populated by a general store, a milliners, a jewelry shop and more keep company with a working railroad, a tinworks, a glassworks, weavers, silk spinners, a sawmill, a pottery studio, and the fascinating laboratories of Thomas Edison, all handpicked by Henry Ford and meticulously moved to the site over the course of a few decades.

Bottles of minerals and plants line the walls of Edison's laboratory.

Ford was so precise and wanted the buildings to be so perfect that for some every brick and every nail were numbered and put back exactly in their original position when the structure was rebuilt on museum grounds.

Ladies working at the Eagle Tavern

Last year my friend Valerie and I went down in June and had tea at Cotswold Cottage. This year we ate at the Eagle Tavern and had chicken croquette, roasted potatoes, pickled eggs, muffins, and asparagus, all prepared as they would have been in 1831.

Interior of the Eagle Tavern

We strolled the grounds, watched the glass blowing, talked to people about chickens and quilting, and admired the sheep and their lambs.



A curious ewe.


We looked through Edison's laboratory and saw the huge steam freight engine (and I mean huge).

This steam engine was about two stories tall.

We soaked in some sunshine and talked about herbs and formal gardens and vegetable gardens. And chickens. Have I told you how much chickens occupy my mind lately?

This biddy looks pretty no-nonsense.

We had an all around nice day and great conversation.

This is the kitchen in the Maryland plantation home. Interpreters sew quilts entirely by hand but when I asked where the quilts went after they were finished, this interpreter said, "I don't know. We make them and then they disappear, taken to some of the other houses for the beds." This is actually a fairly accurate picture of what would happen to the things the plantation slaves would have made. On this plantation they made hundreds of pounds of butter every year but were never allowed to eat any of it.

Sometimes it's nice to just take a day off with a good friend and go back in time for awhile.

The glassblowers deserve a post just for them. In my opinion, this is one of the most interesting and
entertaining parts of Greenfield Village. Coming soon!

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