It was moving day for us, so Auntie wasn’t walking today. After we packed our bags and car, we headed off to the Potato Museum. Mommy was determined not to miss this experience, because none of us could imagine how potatoes could be enough for a whole museum theme…were we ever surprised! Potatoes are fascinating!
We learned about all the different kinds of potatoes there are, and how potatoes are so nutritious, they are even used to help increase the weight of babies with malnutrition in Lima, Peru.
There are lots of superstitions about potatoes, too. In earlier times, Italian people believed you could kill a person by writing their name on a piece of paper, and then sticking it to a potato with as many pins as possible! And, 400 years ago, potatoes were banned in Burgundy, France, because they were thought to cause leprosy!
One of the things Mommy and Auntie liked best were all these little coffins, where potatoes with diseases were laid to rest underneath posters explaining how each disease had destroyed the potato.
What Vera and I liked best was seeing so many old farming things used to plant and harvest all the potatoes, and…
…potato chips! After we watched a movie about how potato chips are made, Mommy let us buy a bag of potatoes chips to take to our new cottage. It was really hard to choose which kind to get!
After a lunch of twice baked potatoes with cheese, we had a dessert of seaweed pie.
We had to go to the bathroom before we left for our next adventure, and guess what was on the wall in the stall we used? A picture of Marilyn Monroe dressed in a potato sack!
We wished Michael was with us so he could have gone in the boy’s bathroom and told us what picture was on the wall in there.
On our way to Cavendish where our next cottage was, we stopped at the Bottle House Museum. This is a place where a man designed and built three buildings, all from bottles. There was a house, a chapel and a pub.
To get to the houses, we walked outside through some cool gardens.
This is a cat we met.
There were surprises all along the pathways.
The first bottle house we went into was the chapel.
Every one of these circles is the bottom of a glass bottle.
Auntie and Mommy sat in the pews, but Vera and I chose to sit on the altar where the sun was shining through the wall of bottles.
The outsides of the buildings were as interesting as the insides.
Imagine how long it must have taken to choose which bottles to use, where?
We found this little village on our way to the next bottle house. There are just enough houses for each of us. Too bad, we couldn’t bring them home, but then, they are in the perfect location where they are.
The next building was the house. It took over 12,000 bottles to make it! Wow! That sure is a lot of bottles!
The house had a big old organ in it. Vera wanted to try and play it, but I stopped her. What if the noise made all the bottles break?
The last building was the pub. It had all kinds of beautiful bottles on its countertops.
We still had the drive to our new cottage coming up, so we rested here after we finished viewing the bottle houses. Mommy and Auntie insist that Vera and I fell asleep in the car on the way to our cottage in Cavendish, but we don’t remember that happening at all! Grown ups can be so silly. They are always teasing us.