Showing posts with label gardens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gardens. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Driving to Digby






















Off and on inclement weather made for interesting cloud formations as we left Halifax and headed west to Digby and the fabled Bay of Fundy.

Along Harvest Highway.
We drove the Harvest Highway 101 which took us through the Valley of Farmers, Nova Scotia's bread, orchard and vineyard basket. Red clay soil reminded me of Georgia as we drove past gently rolling rises of fields and farms.

We passed Berwick, the Apple Capital. The sun played peek-a-boo, brightening the brilliant stands of yellow, white and purple wildflowers carpeting the roadside and pastures. As usual, the Good Girls wanted to stop and explore half a dozen times, but we had places to go and timetables to keep.

Hills grew taller as we neared the sea again and spreads of purple, white and pink lupines interrupted the more mundane wildflowers.

Nothing untidy allowed in Annapolis Royal.
We were ready for lunch when we rolled into Annapolis Royal, a charming, beautifully kept town, where peeling paint, weeds and errant grassy patches seemed to have been disciplined out of existence.

Bistro East was our destination and we continued our quest to deplete the lobster population.











The seafood chowder was one of the best and the lobster roll was everything one could hope for.










 Everything else served is tempting so it gets our A+ , spoons and forks up vote of approval.
















The Historic Gardens gave us an opportunity to walk some of it off. Annapolis Royal claims the title of oldest permanent European settlement in North America - 1605 vs. Jamestown's 1607 although much later than     than St. Augustine's 1565 - and this was designed to celebrate that long heritage.
As the land slopes down to a tidal river valley all varieties of garden design can be seen,

ponds,















woodland,




  a Governor's garden of the 18th century,
a Victorian garden of the 19th





















and the recreation of a pre-deportation Acadian settler's homestead.




















 Rhododendrums  were still in their glory,














                              peonies were just coming into theirs


Photos by Debi Lander.


and yellow laburnum draped the pergola.












Not a bad way to while and wander.

Monday, August 26, 2013

Oak Hill, Martha Berry and her college


Martha Berry when presented at the Court of St. James. Photo © Debi Lander.
We were first attracted to Georgia's Rome because of its Southern version of Paul Revere (more about him later), but our attention was captured by Martha Berry, her home, museum and the schools she founded to educate the rural poor.

That her older sister became a globe-trotting, art-collecting Italian princess didn't hurt. You wouldn't expect less of the offspring of Thomas Berry who had been a lieutenant in the Mexican War, a Forty-niner in the California gold rush, married the daughter Alabama's richest man and was a captain in the Confederacy, after which he moved the family from Alabama to Rome to become a plantation owner and partner in a wholesale grocery and cotton brokerage.

Their home Oak Hill was filled with children, eight of their own plus the three orphaned by Mrs. Berry's younger sister's death.

Berry College and its wealthy supporters

Boys Industrial School
Martha adored her father and followed him on horseback as he rode his lands, checking on tenants and collecting rents. She saw first-hand the poverty of the area. What began as Sunday school stories told to area children in her log cabin playhouse turned into a school for boys and a separate one for girls, a two-year college and finally, in 1926, Berry College, a four-year institution where students worked for their tuition and graduated debt-free. In those days, only students from poor rural areas were admitted.

Berry College today. Photo © by Judy Wells.
She put them all on 83 acres across the road from Oak Hill, part of the inheritance from her father. Apparently as astute financially as he, she amassed more acreage as an investment for the college which now has the largest campus in the world, more than 27,000 acres where the deer outnumber the 2,000 or so students.

The Berry children had been reared as American aristocrats; their parents' wealthy northern friends would make annual visits to Rome and Oak Hill so they grew up with the country's elite.

Contacts Martha made good use of with a college to support. Henry Ford donated several buildings and President Theodore Roosevelt put the school on the national educational map when he visited in 1910. Presidents Harding and F.D. Roosevelt were also "collected" by Martha whose good friend Emily Vanderbilt Hammond visited at least annually through 1963 when she was 92.

Martha's desk. Photo © by Judy Wells.
Ever the diplomat, Martha had two pictures for her desk. If expecting a potential Northern donor, Grant's portrait came out; if a Southerner, Lee's. 


Martha at her desk. Photo © Debi Lander.


















Berry College. Photo © by Judy Wells.
The college's stone buildings are expansive and impressive and the campus "grounds" - if you can call 27,000 acres by so mundane a term - are spectacular and open to the public. In addition to the college there's a dairy farm, stable (riding can be scheduled), two disc golf courses, two foster homes, elementary through middle schools, a couples' retreat center and camp for kids. 

It's well worth the drive through to catch glimpses of the 20 miles of walking trails and the vistas across the Appalachian foot hills between hardwoods and the long leaf pines Martha was instrumental in reintroducing. Wild turkeys are about as flighty as backyard chickens and the deer all but ask for treats. A fairly recent tornado took out 5,000 trees but you'd never know it.

The Old Mill. Photo © Debi Lander.
Do take the road to see the Old Mill, one of Rome's top attractions.  At 42 feet it's the world's second largest and tallest overshot wooden water mill if that means anything to you. Enjoy it for its idyllic setting and quaintness, but you'd do well to avoid the first Monday in October. That's the only day in the year when the mill actually works and it's also Mountain Day when Berry alums and supporters gather. Expect a traffic jam.

Oak Hill. Photo by Judy Wells.

Oak Hill

A winding road flanked by mature oak trees makes the arrival at Oak Hill a dramatic one. The striking white Greek revival mansion looms large but welcoming atop - what else? - a hill. Built in 1884 to replace the Victorian home that had burned, the interior of Oak Hill was totally remodeled in 1927, adding bathrooms, central heating, rearranging rooms and updating the kitchen.

The elevator. Photo © by Judy Wells.
Martha had developed a heart problem and an elevator was installed, a gift from from Berry alumna. It would get stuck so Martha asked for a chair, a light and a book to be added.


















Dining room. Photo © by Judy Wells.
The house was truly a home and shows personal touches. Berry students, for example, made the dining room furniture; the coverlet on Martha's bed was made by her mother.
Martha's favorite room; coverlet made by her mother. Photo © by Judy Wells.

There is a portrait of Martha's African-American servant, Aunt Martha Freeman, supposedly the only person who could tell Martha what to do.






Princess Eugenia. Photo © Debi Lander.
Many of the furnishings are particularly fine. Martha's older sister, a wealthy widow, became Princess Eugenia Ruspoli when she married Italian Prince Enrico Ruspoli (17 years her junior) in 1901. With her money they purchased Castle Nemi near Rome from the Orsini family. Eugenia became a collector of good European furniture and art. She continued living in the castle after Ruspoli's death in 1909, but was able to get herself, her adopted daughter and the best of her collections to the U.S. before World War II erupted. The collections went to Martha for safe keeping and are now, like Oak Hill, part of Berry College.

Federalist mirror. Photo © by Judy Wells.
Chippendale, Federalist, Italian, Colonial, Berry student work all fits together and it takes a sharp eye to distinguish the extraordinary.

Outside the Colonial revival garden beckons. Walks, sunken gardens and ponds tempt visitors to explore and linger.

Bridal Walk, where Martha invited just married Berry students to make a wish at the wishing well in the gazebo. Photos © Debi Lander.


Garden photos © by Debi Lander.
It's a recovery in progress, says Oak Hill Director Tim Brown who hopes one day to have the lower garden cleared and pristine again.

Martha liked spires. Photo © by Judy Wells.
When I asked about the little white building with the cupola on top, Brown told me it was just a storage shed.

"Martha liked spires," he explained.

Martha's cars. Photo © Debi Lander.
There's also a garage with Martha's carriages and cars.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Martha Berry Museum

Photo © Debi Lander.





















Frieseke portrait. Photo © Debi Lander.
More of Princess Eugenia's art collection is on display at the Martha Berry Museum as are more of Martha's personal mementos and memorabilia as well as historical documents and accoutrements from the college.

Don't miss the art. There are some excellent Italian pieces and American portraits, plus Impressionist Frederick Carl Frieseke's painting of his daughter.
Some of Princess Eugenia's furniture. Photo by Judy Wells.

Deja vu

Oak Hill from the back. Photo © Debi Lander.
If, while you are wandering around the campus and Oak Hill, parts of it seem somehow familiar, it might be because scenes from the films Remember the Titans and Sweet Home Alabama were filmed here.




Monday, August 19, 2013

A Visit to Hills and Dales Estate in LaGrange

Hills & Dales and a play in LaGrange

Hills and Dales Estate in LaGrange, Georgia
Photo @Debi Lander

While we found crowds in Callaway Gardens, we encountered peaceful, serene landscapes at the Hills & Dales Estate, former home of Fuller Callaway and his wife Ida.  Oh, what a hidden gem!  The Hills and Dales homestead is tucked away in LaGrange, Georgia, some sixty miles southwest of Atlanta.

As always, we started with the short movie in the lovely the visitor center (never seen such elegant bathrooms in a visitor center) and then took the shuttle instead of walking to the three-story family home and formal gardens. With Judy's foot issues and July heat, that was a no-brainer.  

Boxwood PlantingsPhoto courtesy of Hills & Dales Estate
Actually the gardens pre-date the Callaways.  First came Sarah Ferrell who developed the plot from 1841-1903.  Her formal boxwood garden covered six terraces- former cotton fields. She designed plantings to reflect her religious beliefs and boxwoods at the entrance still spell out the word GOD, as she had planned. Sarah opened her gardens to the public and they were so lovely that even during the Civil War, Union soldiers who came to LaGrange left them alone.



The smell of boxwood is pleasing to me. If I had a spare million, I'd have a formal garden with lots of boxwood-- and, of course, a gardener to tend to the plants! To meander through Hills and Dales acreage is a delightful way to spend time.  Unfortunately, the Good Girls always have a packed itinerary, so sitting and relaxing was out of the question.

The Sun Ray Garden
@Debi Lander

Inside the Greenhouse
@Debi Lander

We did step into the greenhouse and saw the colorful ray garden, a much newer addition on the side.










In 1916 Fuller Callaway, who had known Sarah Ferrell, purchased the land and decided to build on the hilltop, the site where the Ferrell had been. This entrepreneur turned textile magnate had grand plans: his 13,000 square foot Italian villa features a bold two-story entrance portico, sweeping double staircases, many carved stone and marble fireplaces, vaulted ceilings and fabulous views of the gardens. Take the tour and see this fascinating home.

Entrance Portico
Photo @Debi Lander

Side Gardens and Estate House
Photo @Debi Lander
Fuller's wife, Ida, took over caring for the gardens adding fountains and statuary. When she and Fuller died, Fuller, Jr. and his wife, Alice, moved into Hills and Dales. Alice worked for over 62 years on the gardens adding the pool, ray and herb gardens and ornamental plants. When Alice passed away in 1998, the estate was bequeathed to the Callaway Foundation.  Now the home as well as the garden is open to the public.

Sun room Dining - Hills & Dales
@Debi Lander

Plan to spend about half a day here including a gift shop that will surely please anyone into horticulture. 
Boxwood Gardens and Fountain - Hills & Dales
@ Debi Lander

Delicious LaGrange

Lafayette Square
Photo @Debi Lander

Our visit to LaGrange also included an early morning stop at Lafayette Square, one of the most beautiful town squares I have encountered. General Lafayette traveled in this area after the Revolutionary War in 1825. He said it reminded him of his home in France; hence the name LaGrange comes from the name of his country estate. 

Taste of Lemon Salad Platter
Photo @Debi Lander

Dining in the Taste of Lemon

Exterior of Restaurant, now a Taste of Lemon
We had lunch at the 1892 Victorian Gothic former church now called Taste of Lemon.  I chose a salad medley which included broccoli salad, carrot/raisin combo, pasta salad, tuna salad, chicken curry, deviled egg and a lime Jell-O mold that I grew up called Under the Sea Salad.  All was yummy.






We also drove around the thriving campus of LaGrange College, the oldest private college in Georgia, and shopped in a few antique and boutique clothing shops. Later, we finished our evening with a dinner theater performance of Big River, by the Lafayette Society of Performing Arts  cast, largely high school students.  The dinner theater is a bring-your-own-affair; really a picnic style meal with many purchasing carry out from downtown restaurants (ours from Venucci was scrumptious. Thank you Laura Jennings). Some had pizza or homemade goodies along with the option to bring your own bottle of wine.  What a terrific idea and way to spend a Saturday night.

The next morning we feasted on breakfast skillets at Gus's Grill, a local's favorite across the street from the government center and courthouse. Then, we were off to see Georgia's Rome.

Shopping in lovely LaGrange
I'm sure Lafayette would agree: La Grange c'est magnifique.