History relocated...

On Sunday Norene and I travelled up Island to Irma's but first

we made a stop at the wool shop just north of there.

The Loom is a tiny little shop chock a block full of wool, roving and 

all things wool related. 

It's located within a tiny little town that was once somewhere else.

Whipple Tree Junction, just south of Duncan is made up 

of 14 buildings which were actually Duncan's China town.

They were destined to be demolished in 1969 and fortunately 

for all of us, one man decided to save them and relocate them here...

They have been a variety of different business' over the years

but the integrity of the buildings has stayed in tact, including the brightly colored paint...

Along with the buildings there are a number of artifacts and relics of the past

strewn everywhere you look...

There's even a teapot garden of sorts...

We were there on a Sunday so sadly, most shops weren't

open until noon, including our beloved wool shop...

 At least drooling through the window was free!...

LOVE this doorknob on the coffee shop...

In a corner of the courtyard there's an old rusting contraption...

Upon further investigation, I discovered it was an old printing press.

Made in Brooklyn, NY around 1920, this 'line casting' machine was capable of

printing whole lines of type at once! Wow! can you imagine?!

It was used to print newspapers.

As I look at pictures of this thing and watch my fingers typing

on my laptop, I can't help but marvel at how far we've come.

I couldn't even fathom how this type machine worked with all of its levers

and levels and cranks and buttons!

And the noise it must have produced!

Will someone. someday find one of our laptops in a field

and wonder the same thing a hundred years from now?

We continued our walk around Whipple Tree  loving

all the rusty bits and antiques...

This cute little shop would be a gorgeous studio...

 Speaking of studios...would love to come back sometime

to visit this weavers, spinners space...

So for now I leave you with a taste of this history

relocated in all its quaintness and beauty of the past...