Those are great pitures, Sis. What a shame for a great old structure like that.
I don't proof read very well, do I?It should be pictures, forgive me, it's my age.
I will miss it. I sure hope no one was seriously injured, as far as I know they weren't. I stood there and started to cry when I first saw it. Steve said, "What are you crying about?" I didn't know why, but it truly made me sad.
Your like a reporter!! Great job on the pictures !!You shuld see if the newsspaper wants to print some of them...I haven't been into your blog for so long I alsmost forgot how !Your brother remembers your grandfather plastering some of the rooms in the INN.....he might of helped him BUT I'll have to ask him about that later.......krk
Oh wow! My brother might have helped plaster there too? I bet that was when he spent the summers with Grandma and Grandpa! Thanks for the nice comments:)
My husband and I arrived to visit with my Grandfather, who was plastering the main room of the Inn.It was the lunch hour, and we found him taking a noon nap on his scaffolding. Grandpa always took a 30 minute siesta every day. If it was at home, it would have been on a hard floor. By the way, he did a beautiful job, as he always did.
Oh wow! How neat! We're learning all kinds of stories about this Inn! Amazing! Yep, I remember Grandpa laying down for a nap every day too! He was a great plasterer:) Is that how you spell it? No spell checker on the comments! hahaha! Thanks for all the comments KRK and Sis! I love it!
I say "Oh wow" a lot, don't I? Sheesh!
By the way, sis...was he sleeping on scaffolding that was way up high? If I did that, I would have been smashed on the ground!
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