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The Golden Wedding: Part 1


This past week I have enjoyed reading the beautiful book especially printed to commemorate the Golden Wedding of William Maxwell Evarts and Helen Minerva Wardner Evarts in 1893. The language of the book is amazing and I will certainly share more. One of their great grand daughters gifted the book to our family and thought it would be fitting to have it at the Inn. We are thrilled to have such a rich piece of family history. She also included a written account of the centenary of the wedding of William and Helen that took place on August 29, 1943. Both accounts give such insight and texture to the history of the building.

I was struck by both of these passages and the descriptions of Windsor weather and how it is still so similar today.

"Tuesday, August 29 1893, was an unusually disagreeable day, cold, rainy, and with a high wind. Those who went out to gather ferns and goldenrod, to be used in decorating the garden-house, found it very wet work. A number of people, with Louise at their head, were busy all day covering a screen with goldenrod, and making other preparations for the next day's decorations. At noon the weather began to improve, and by the middle of the afternoon the rain had stopped, and later a high wind, almost a tornado for a few moments, blew away the clouds and brought us fair weather."

We had an afternoon of rain just like this on Saturday. The description below is precisely how it is many mornings here in Windsor.

"The Sunday of August 29th, 1943, when thirty-six of us were in Windsor to celebrate the centenary of our grandparents' marriage, dawned in thick fog and seemingly overcast skies, and we who knew Windsor weather were then reassured: by nine o'clock the sun had driven off the mists, Mt. Ascutney stood out clear and serene, and all seemed the same as in the old days as we walked up the hill to the elven o'clock service in St. Paul's Church.