Absent friends were always in mind as we traveled about.
I am just now on-line since last Monday night. I've never gone this long without posting in over 4 years! So if you were waiting, so was I!
We had arranged with Eugene and Doug & Marilou and Sherry/Steve/Stevie to first meet Wednesday at the Historical Society for the tour. It was good timing because Eugene just got into Providence in time to meet up. A tour boat was due in at 2 p.m. for a tour, which I was warned about ahead of time, so we avoided that crush. As we toured, another member would join us and so we really had a "reunion" in the mansion as we walked among the gorgeous furnishings. We were all together by the time we hit the Borden exhibit, which I now understand to be located in the "Library" of the mansion. There we were, all together! What a fine group of people! We were only missing Bob G and Kash as long-timers, who we met up with later.
Nancy gave the tour, and she was very professional, seeing as we were a bit of a handful- all excited to be there. But we behaved well, and were given reign of the archive room for a bit to solidate our greetings and plan our next move.
We decided to visit the B&B tour then and re-gathered at #92 Second Street. Ben was our guide and he really was marvelous! (And cute). He said he had been studying and we were impressed at how quickly he had adapted to the case history.
Of course, members broke off at certain points and examined more thoroughly the surroundings. Everyone had visited the house before except for Eugene, so I stayed behind the group with him so we could linger in certain areas and he could get photos with no people in them. I've still been house-trained by Bill Pavao, and so I give my own mini-tour as well, because I can't help it. Bill's expertise in this house is utterly amazing and I learned from him.
A member posted here once the picture of the little trap-door in the wall of Andrew's closet- and I thank you- because we were able to take care to see that this time. That was an artifact from when the house had originally been 2 tenements, where Andrew & Abby's bedroom had once been a kitchen.
Another member had posted here about Andrew's closet door- but my only point about that door is that it does close automatically, as I denonstarted to our group.
After the tour our group stayed in the cellar a while and Lee-ann wanted to show us the booty she had discovered while digging around the privy/barn area. That was an extra bonus and very charming of her to wish to show us these items personally. Very interesting stuff. One bit looked like small leather gloves which were ragged and disintergrating.
We were there a long time- hours actually. Once there it was very hard to leave!
Stefani was due to meet with Michael Martins and Dennis Binett and her electronic guy an hour before her speach, so we had just time to get to our hotel, get cleaned up, and eat some crackers and get to the venue, the First Congregational Church meeting hall. Eugene went with us to save us time, and we could leave his car parked without backtracking. He is such a nice southern gentleman, soft-spoken and well-mannered. He doesn't interrupt. [Like I do
The attendees names from our membership were already posted, but I will include them here: Harry, me, Eugene, Lee-ann from the B&B, Doug and Marilou, Mark A. and his wife and daughter, Sherry and Steve and Stevie, Kash, and Cynthia (our new member "nbcatlover"). Len Rebello came, and Shelly from the B&B and Bill Pavao. Michael and Dennis. And later I was told that I had been sitting next to Sally McGinn! I don't know her but I missed meeting her- but she seemed to be having a good time!
Everyone had a good time! The chattering racket after Q&A were over and everyone was standing was absolutely exciting!
Stef was a genius, if I do say so myself! Her presentation was remarkable and full of wit, wisdom, analysis and imbued with her unique personality.
Here is a pic of her afterwards with our friends we have made in Fall River. More stories later, I guess, as others report back and after storms are over in my neck of the woods.






