Mumford

Back in June, I took Dyleva to the Hull House in Lancaster.  They were fascinated.  


After speaking to my sister, she reminded me of the Genesee County Museum in Mumford.



I went as a child, on some lame field trip.  But now, I saw it as a relevant and interesting outing for Dyleva.



We set a date to go together.  Beware; they are closed Mondays!





It's a little more than a hop, skip and a jump for us.  I swear I could hear the theme from the Beverly Hillbillies as I was driving down the backroads into the place...





We arrive.  

We pass the GIFT SHOP conveniently located at the entrance.  

We begin to explore.

  

Throughout the day, we made it to most of the sites/houses on the map.


There was some beautiful architecture.  There were interesting people willing to talk on end about the era.  There were school children (day camp$$)  frolicking all over the village.  

But Dyleva and cousins were bored as could be.

I didn't blame them.  


They would go into a cool house ( if it was open, and not chained off) and not be able to touch anything. 





 The "villagers"  were polite and knowledgeable, but did little to interest the kids in their craft.  

What a waste.

We went to the gun house.

(Yes, I let Dylan in a gun house.)

Some dude droned on and on about the accuracy and different types of weapons..blah, blah, blah.  Why couldn't he let Dylan stick the cleaner stick up the gun barrel?

We went to a residence.  There was a woman grinding corn.  Why couldn't she let the kids do that?  Or churn butter?

I was talking to Eva later.   She asked me.  "Mommy, which job would you have if you were in the village?"

"I thought the print maker was pretty cool."  (But again, we watched; why couldn't my kids participate in that process?)

"What about you?"

"Really, Mommy?  The pottery guy of course."  I couldn't get her to leave she was fascinated watching the old dude make a candlestick.  Imagine what would have happened if he would have put her on the wheel.