I don’t like wind. Pretty hysterically funny given that I live on an island. I mean, I can tolerate it, but after three (or four!!) straight days of gusts to 60 mph, I get a little nutty. October 9-12, 2019 was a long, slow nor’easter. We lost power here and there, limbs came down. I, of course, can continue to work to some degree in the Mitchell House if it’s something not associated with power (and my work computer is a laptop). I always like to say I work in the nineteenth century after all!
One thing that is not so fun is actually hanging out in the Mitchell House attic. I don’t mind the sound but there is a large maple in the neighbor’s yard that always makes me nervous – especially when all the trees are still leafed out. The other thing, is that with the wind blowing at 60 mph, it makes you feel like you are on a ship and that you are rolling. I actually get a little nauseous! Makes me wonder what it was like for the Mitchell children when they were playing in the attic during a storm. The tree was not there in the nineteenth century but the winds were and I wonder if they pretended to be at sea on a whaleship like their maternal grandfather, Andrew Coleman (Note that Lydia’s and William’s first born and first born son was named after his maternal grandfather. He too would go to sea – at age 13 he ran off to sea). I could see that. Sadly, he was died at sea in November 1807 when Lydia Coleman Mitchell was a young teenager. But it was his bringing back pumpkin seed from Patagonia that brought William and Lydia together!
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