Private Museum Tour

May 1, 2013 — 1 Comment

I came to Rhode Island to visit the land of my ancestors.  Today we set out for Newport, where some of mine are buried, but we did not make it.  I wanted to explore Jamestown, a small island between the mainland and Newport.  I knew that Caleb Carr, my ancestor and the first governor of Rhode Island, was buried there with his family.  My friend Deborah from Boston was my companion on this day trip.  We drove through downtown Jamestown and followed the main road north just looking at scenery. We passed  Carr Rd, and I felt a true excitement which I noted to Deborah.  We had entered a designated historic district with beautiful stone walls and working farms.  I was entranced as I am everywhere in New England right now with the flowering trees and the architecture.  When we headed back toward the Newport bridge I turned onto Carr Rd and drove toward the ocean.  On my left I saw Carr homestead circa 1690, and I had a giant chill/thrill/goose bump kind of an experience.  I found a place to make a U turn to take a look.  The narrow road had no real place to park, but the lady in the yard next door saw me and beckoned me to park in her drive.  I felt lucky, but I had no idea how extravagant the jackpot was going to be.

I told her I had come because Caleb Carr is my ancestor.  She welcomed me and said she is a Carr also.  Then she blew my mind completely by asking if I wanted to see the inside of the house.  She and a group of the family still keeps the house in tact by taking care of it, then renting it in the summer months by the week.  The rent paid by these shareholders when they bring their families to visit pays state taxes and upkeep expenses.  It has never left the care and ownership of the family.  She graciously toured us through the house which was THE peak experience of all my museum/travel/adventure life up to this point.  I had an extreme love for all the rooms, and the trees in the yard which were brought from Japan.  I was guided to be there when by botany loving cousin, however many times removed, was outside gardening.  Although the farm had initially been a working dairy farm, at some time two lovely evergreens were imported from Japan to grace the front yard.  I wondered how much plant love we both might have inherited from the Carrs.  She said the land had all been cleared for pasture, but now the 10 acres that remain are wooded.  It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.  We stopped around the corner to see the family graves.  It was all much more than I expected.  Jamestown is a very special place for me.