We went to the Cappon House! A home that was built for Isaac Cappon – a man with a third grade education who became the richest man of Holland because he built a tannery in the 1800andsomethings. Needless to say, our tour guide thought that was one of the most interesting facts, ever. That a man with a limited education could make something of himself. And then go on to have 11 children, then 5 more and demand that each and every one have a college degree … which they did.
But we started our day at the coffee shop with a little time to play our energy out so when the time came to be still and listen to some one else we might be able to accomplish that with as little crying as possible.
I’m a thinker.
We walked 0.8 miles in 82 degree weather all wearing jeans. It took us a good 25 minutes because a two year old’s stride is limited … their attention span is even worse. So I was half carrying/half dragging them in 82 degree weather all wearing jeans to the museum only to find out that if all we wanted were Cappon House tickets … we could buy them at the Cappon House.
I was a good patron and combed your website before coming so I knew the hours of operation, ages and appropriateness of our visit. Way to mention that I didn’t need to buy the tickets from THE MUSEUM … would have saved me sweat equity in our day. But … whatever.
Our walk continued back to the car …
And then finally to the destination via 4 wheels of transportation.
It was fascinating. Even our 5 year old loved it.
This is the “main” entrance of the home if you’re not a child.
When a visitor “came to call” on Mr. Cappon – they would enter this door and give their “calling card” to the staff – the staff would bring it to Mr. Cappon and he could reject your visit or invite you in. There was a set of stairs and an entire hallway that children were not allowed on, including the parlor room – where the visiting would actually happen.
As a child, you could only use this door:
Which led to a “family” type room where the children did their visiting and playing with toys.
Imagine hearing all of this as a five year old in our culture. A door they couldn’t use? A hallway they weren’t allowed in? Stairs they weren’t supposed to touch? She was SHOCKED! It’s like we were telling her a fairy tale that she would later see on TV, one that would explain itself through and have a happy ending … but really – this was someone’s life. And not that long ago.
Another fun fact:
If you were under the age of 6 you ate in the kitchen with the “help” and other children. On your sixth birthday you were escorted to the formal dining room, given a new china place setting and a napkin ring with your initials engraved. You were then considered part of the family.
It was a great day and we had a ton of fun learning about some of the first families who lived in our town … come to think of it, 150 years later we’re really not that different.
We still play with tricycles and given the choice between sitting inside to do a puzzle or play in some water or the yard outside … we’ll probably all make the same decision …