We visited the old Fayette train depot, which is now the home of Fayette’s Historical Society. I photographed a few things that caught my attention.
Someone donated their collection of campaign pins. Some of these are just cheesy. And one of these pins just doesn’t belong. If I’m old enough to remember it, then it ought not be in the historical archives!
Just about every town in Alabama has some Bear Bryant paraphernalia. We (by we I mean, “in my house”) even have a couple of these old Coke bottles. We don’t have the crotchet houndstooth hat, though. Gotta make me one, I reckon.
Fayette survived a terrible fire in 1911 that burned the courthouse and a large portion of the businesses in town. These dishes serve as visual reminders of that difficult time for Fayette’s ancestors.
Native Americans once thrived in the area now known as Fayette.
What’s the old south without her moonshine? Actually, this distillery doesn’t look very old. Probably a replica.
The depot still has a train…
They even feature a pencil collection, one pencil from each state in the US. Hannah would not stop making a joke about the pencil from Pennsyvania. Get it? Pennsylvania? “Pencil”vania? She’s a smart one, she is.
My boys loved the gun collection. Unlike gun collections in most museums, this one could be handled….as in, take one down and pass it around….as in, hold the guns.
By the way, boys and girls are very different…from the womb. They are not socialized to be a certain way. A world of difference lies within one little chromosome. XX = “Ooh, look! 50 pencils!” XY = “Ooh, look! 50 guns!”
This is a pet issue of mine. As a student of human development, I was taught that gender behavior is all learned and imposed on children by society. But then I graduated and started a family and woke up.
I’m going to wrap up this little adventure tomorrow with our visit to the Guthrie Smith Park and our nature study.