Hi! Welcome to the first post of my first blog ever. My name's Jess and I am a resident assistant Innkeeper. That means I am lucky enough to currently be living in 200 year old captain's home that was turned B&B. I love it.
As a girl who grew up in Georgia, I am ever fascinated by historical homes. I don't say that because there were an abundance of them that I frolicked through as a child. The idealized plantation mansion with the white columns and porch is actually pretty hard to find thanks to Sherman's strange revulsion to Southern architecture of the 1800's.
We hosted a group of New Yorkers here at the Inn. Now, having also lived in NYC, I feel the necessity to clarify what type of New Yorkers came to visit. I'm talking 18 middle to late aged Long Islanders. They were wonderful. Full of character and life. They were mostly old ladies, but there was one lovely gentleman who wore track suits everyday.
Living in old homes comes with a few quirks. Like the beautiful original white pine flooring, that over the course of a couple HUNDRED years, has warped just a bit. One morning, as I was setting tables, people were trickling downstairs to get their coffees and I overheard one woman say, "When I got up this morning, I felt like I was on the ferry. They need to replace these floors."
I snorted under my breath and successfully turned it into a cough, so they didn't notice. As a side bar, the floors are nothing even resembling a hazard, and who gets rid of original hard wood flooring?! Seriously.
The next day, I was serving breakfast and I over heard this conversation at a different table:
Old lady #1 "What kind of jam is this?"
Old lady #2 "Well, in New York I would say grape, but here it could be blueberry or blackberry or something local."
Keep it classy New York.
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