This year we ventured down to Beaumont, Texas and one of the cool things that we saw was the John Jay French House.
John Jay French was a trader and tanner from New York. He built this house in 1845 and it is the oldest house in Beaumont. It was built as a dog-run house - that's where there are rooms on either side of a breezeway but the breezeway is left open.Mr. French's wife, Sallie, didn't want the breezeway open so that animals could tramp through there. So, Mr. French put doors on either end of this breezeway.
Our historian was particularly proud of the paint on this ceiling. It's ORIGINAL to the house. That's right! The paint was made with indigo and buttermilk to create the color. Pioneers painted the ceilings of their rooms "H'aint Blue". The thought process here is that it looks like the sky so it discourages bugs as well as spirits from hanging around. Plus it was made with buttermilk which I would assume would have soured and kept bugs away based on the smell?
Immediately to the right is the French's master bedroom. The ceilings here are also blue as they are throughout the house but these have been repainted by the restorers and are not quite the same color.
This is the rope bed that the French's would have slept on. There was no box spring. Ropes were strung in a grid underneath the mattress. The more you slept on the bed, the more they would loosen and you would sag. So there was a tool they had that would tighten those ropes. The phrase "Good night, sleep tight", that's referring to the ropes on the bed. The mattress would have been stuffed with hay and other materials which would have attracted bugs, prompting the last part of that rhyme, "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
Like all pre-plumbing families, the pitcher and basin would be used to wash up.
Not a lot of the furnishings belong to the Frenchs as the house was owned by others before it came into the hands of the Historical Society. These photographs and the clock do belong to them. On the left on the mantle is John Jay French. The photo on the wall above him is his son, David. Then on the other side is his son, John Jay II and on the mantle is Sallie French, his wife. The clock belonged to Mr. French as well. According to our historian, Mr. French rebuilt this clock when it stopped working. His thought was that nothing on earth was perfect so he always left an imperfection in the things that he made. In this case, it's the numbers on the clock. He used a Roman numeral for 11.
When you walk through the door to the next room, you find yourself in the bedroom shared by Mr. French's two sons. There was quite an age disparity between the boys. One was a pre-teen and the other a young man. They had a daughter as well but she stayed behind in New York. Two other children were lost in childbirth and one daughter, Electa Jane, was stricken from the family bible for marrying a man of whom Mr. French disapproved.
Across the hall to the next room which was Mr. French's office and what appears to be a guest room of sorts. Mr. French was a tanner and was also a trader. He kept very meticulous records of who owed him what, including his sons. When patrons couldn't pay in cash, he took other things for payment such as animals, work, and other food stuffs. I love this desk.
This is the daybed that is in Mr. French's office. This is what makes me thing it could have been a guest room as well.
The door leads to the parlor which is where you would be led if you were a visitor. While this piano and stove didn't belong to the Frenchs, they had items similar to these. The stove was purely for heat. It wasn't for cooking.Like all pre-plumbing families, the pitcher and basin would be used to wash up.
Not a lot of the furnishings belong to the Frenchs as the house was owned by others before it came into the hands of the Historical Society. These photographs and the clock do belong to them. On the left on the mantle is John Jay French. The photo on the wall above him is his son, David. Then on the other side is his son, John Jay II and on the mantle is Sallie French, his wife. The clock belonged to Mr. French as well. According to our historian, Mr. French rebuilt this clock when it stopped working. His thought was that nothing on earth was perfect so he always left an imperfection in the things that he made. In this case, it's the numbers on the clock. He used a Roman numeral for 11.
When you walk through the door to the next room, you find yourself in the bedroom shared by Mr. French's two sons. There was quite an age disparity between the boys. One was a pre-teen and the other a young man. They had a daughter as well but she stayed behind in New York. Two other children were lost in childbirth and one daughter, Electa Jane, was stricken from the family bible for marrying a man of whom Mr. French disapproved.
Across the hall to the next room which was Mr. French's office and what appears to be a guest room of sorts. Mr. French was a tanner and was also a trader. He kept very meticulous records of who owed him what, including his sons. When patrons couldn't pay in cash, he took other things for payment such as animals, work, and other food stuffs. I love this desk.
This is the daybed that is in Mr. French's office. This is what makes me thing it could have been a guest room as well.
Back out into the breezeway is a very narrow opening with a steep set of steps that leads up to this room. This would have been kind of an all purpose room. There was a bed if there were visitors, in fact one of the sons lived up here after he got married as he waited for his own house to be built. That knee-high railing on the left of the photo is all that keeps you from falling down those stairs.
This is a quilt. In the pioneer times, the women would gather (though with all the work they had to do, I don't know when they had time!) and all work on a portion of the quilt and chat. The ropes are attached to a quilt frame that adjusts to the size of the quilt as it grows. The ropes can pull the whole contraption up to the ceiling to get it out of the way if the space is needed for other things.
Spinning wheels to make cloth to then use for clothes. The historian was telling us that in order to keep the cloth uniform in thickness, the spinner would spin to the tune of "Pop goes the weasel". If you spun to that tune, the thickness would be perfect. Ugh! That's an ear worm if I ever heard one.
Storage for clothes, shoes, etc. I like the shoes.
There's a spot on the floor by the railing that is a bullet hole. That's where a robber called Charlie Yank was killed. Apparently, this guy would sneak into people's homes and steal their money or other stuff but they could never catch him. He wanted one last haul before he blew town. Mr. French got wind of the fact that he was the intended victim. Men waited upstairs for Charlie Yank to break in. When he did, he got a surprise and a bullet. There are rumors of hauntings. While we were there, the historian thought something moved on its own but I didn't see it.Back out the front door, under the covered porch to the kitchen. For safety reasons, the kitchen was not in the main house. What our historian is showing us is a tree branch broom that was used to "sweep" the lawn to prevent grass from growing, which would prevent bugs and critters from settling close to the house.
When you open the door, the first room is the dining room. So everyday, multiple times, the French family would come over here to eat. That would suck in the winter or if it was stormy.
This is the kitchen. It's kind of a dark photo but there are all kinds of implements. If they wanted coffee, Sallie would have to roast the beans, grind the beans and then boil the coffee. I would have to be a serious addict to go through all that for coffee. Hopefully she would roast enough to last for a while to shorten that process.
This stove was used for many things. Note that it's sitting in a sandbox. That is so that when embers come out that opening on the side, they fall into the sand and die out versus landing on the floor and catching the place on fire. I would imagine Sallie spent all of her time here unless she had help. The iron is there - there are two of them actually. The one in front would have required a glove or something to handle it. Right behind it is another iron that has a wooden handle. Those things are seriously heavy! They are cast iron. The two little things next to the iron are curling irons for curling hair.After the kitchen tour, we were left to wander the property. This building is a wash house where laundry was done. They would have had to boil water, use had made soap and a washboard to wash clothes. I hate doing laundry now. I can't imagine doing it the old fashioned way.
This little house is a smoke house where they would smoke meat.
The outhouse. I guess two people could go at the same time? No privacy!
These beautiful trees are in a corner of the property. I can't help but wonder if they are as old as the house.
As was mentioned earlier, Mr. French was a tanner as well as a trader. This is where he'd tan hides. It was well away from the house as it was kind of a stinky job. He also had blacksmith tools out here as well. One of his sons took over the business and Mr. and Mrs. French moved to another part of Texas. But both sons stayed here.
Their family Cemetery is on the property as well. Mr. and Mrs. French are not buried here. They are buried in Merkle, Texas, which is where they went when they left Beaumont. The little cemetery has an arch over the entrance that says "French". It's very peaceful. The house is on a dead end street in a quiet neighborhood.
Directly across the street is this house. It belonged to the older son, David French. It is now the office of the Historical Society of Beaumont. They don't show the house because it had been changed so much from the original that it would have been hard to restore it back to the time when David lived there. It's still cool, though.
The house is run by the Beaumont Historical Society. For $5 a person, you too can get a history lesson and check out this amazing house. It's well worth the price of admission.