The Mill

A week ago tonight I was permanently affixed to the fireplace at my grandfather's house. I kept that sucker going all through the night and day (no paper or lighter fluid!) and only left it to snap a few photos in between miserable rain showers.

The Mill
My grandfather's hiking pack, still full of gear, and my grandmother's sweater pretty much shifted my whole concept of clothes as a kid, from neon stirrup pants to wanting to wear exclusively barn coats and flannel. Here is where I first devoured a j. peterman catalogue.

The Mill


The Mill


The Mill


The Mill
Grandpa's car is basically the most beautiful vehicle ever made. I could just sit in the passenger seat in the garage all day long, pretending to be whoever would ride around in a jag in the late 60s. He really was a gentleman, the glove box even has his old driving hat and gloves with the holes on the knuckles.

PS- It just dawned on me a glove box is called a glove box because it's wear you stash your driving gloves. Am I right or am I right?!

22 comments:

  1. swoon. i heart that jag. i knew it was a jag just from the headlights!!

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  2. Such beauty in the everyday things you share. You, your family have an aesthetic I admire 'cause it seems so earthy, natural, and unpretentious.

    I came across your blog by accident, but relish every post. Thank you for sharing.

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  3. oh the jag. and the rucksack. and the decor.

    oh the people who know how to live...

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  4. last night i dreamt i was at the mill with you and you were showing me your grandfather's closet(again) with an entire rack full of j. peterman. and then i saw this contest http://www.petermanseye.com/contest i hope you enter and win!!!!! do it!!!!

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  5. Ho, you are so right! Thank you for solving a life-long dilemma for me! (Was it really that simple? Now I feel unintelligent!)

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  6. Grandparent's always have the best homes.

    BTW: Love the J. Peterman catalog! I would hold on to them forever.

    I love this entry!

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  7. White light, white heat Jag would look mighty fine transporting a certain lady from Williamsburg to Red Hook.

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  8. ...You my dear have some really cool grandparents! :o)

    ...Loved each and every one of these photos!

    ...Blessings...

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  9. I love when things mentally click into place like that! I never thought about the glovebox naming origins before, either.

    That's such a beautiful photo with the backpack.

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  10. You really ought to pitch the Mill to World of Interiors, or at least the Selby. It's so sad that places so perfect inevitably end up being broken up -- at best you can have beautiful records. I still lament my grandparent's house, with 50 percent of its square footage devoted to a vast greenhouse. Of course it's no longer there. Sigh.

    And your gandad's Jaguar ... how beautiful.

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  11. I think you're right. Your grandpa was very stylish back in those days! I love all things roustic.

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  12. Sigh.

    Even during a miserable, rainy weekend, your grandfather's house looks magical magical magical.

    Also, your public would pay good money to see visual proof of your neon stirrup pants phase. Just sayin'.

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  13. These pictures are exquisite! Love your blog, it inspires me to take better pictures to post in mine!

    Rose
    http://roseintheslowlane.blogspot.com

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  14. lovely use of light. And that car--I felt my eyes widen as I scrolled down.

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  15. WOW a very cool place to visit, so magical! The car is cool. xo

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  16. Whoa. Glove box. I swear I was just asking someone that recently, and they didn't know. Genius!
    I'm always slightly jealous when you talk about your family :)

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  17. Your photo of the XKE reminds me of a ride I had in another with a friend oh so long ago. What a beautiful car it was. Perhaps that's one of the reasons why I still like to read about cars...that and a ride in a Mercedes Benz gull-wing 300...but that's another story.
    You have a wonderful blog. Thank you for comforting people with your memories and encouraging them along the path of life as a result. Goodlife.

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