Every holiday season I look forward to visiting the Durant House, a historic home in a forest preserve on the outskirts of St. Charles. To walk through the door of this house is to walk into another world, scented with woodsmoke and the smell of gingerbread baking, and I just love it. I almost titled this post, “If Only I Were a Mouse,” because if I were a mouse I could live at the Durant House, and who would know? So here are some pictures I took–a mini tour of this beautiful place. Here is a link to their website, if you would like to learn more: http://www.ppfv.org/durant.htm.
Here’s the old kitchen, where meals were cooked in the fireplace. Ginger cake was being served.
A cupboard in the old kitchen filled with beautiful china, and adorned with greenery.
A little side bedroom adjoins the old kitchen. By the bed was this little table with an old book and a butterfly cut from paper.
The Christmas tree was in the parlor. A young man was playing the violin–“Hark the Herald Angels Sing.”
All through the house are lovely vignettes.
An upstairs bedroom.
What a beautiful quilt–you can also see a bit of a woven coverlet.