Monday, November 10, 2008

The Village of Southfield

I thought I'd take you on a scenic drive through the village of Southfield, starting at the beginning of Norfolk Road and on through town to where it all kind of peters out just south of Canaan Southfield Road. Blink and you'll miss it!
































































The grave stone of the gentlemen who built our house, Howard Augustus Cook.

























































































































































































While this looks like a church - used to be Baptist - it is now a private residence.























































































































































































































































Our mail is not delivered to our house, basically since we're essentially three doors down from the post office. So we come here to pick up our mail from our post office box. The post office is in the old Turner & Cook Buggy Whip Factory. The "Cook" in Turner & Cook is the man whose grave stone you saw earlier in this post and who built our house. The Buggy Whip Factory is now an antique center.




























One of the tenants of the Buggy Whip Antique Center is Farm Country Soup. When you go into the shop, no one is there. You simply help yourself. And as you can see from the notice below, buying soup from Farm Country Soup is on the honor system.



















This is the Church Hall next door to the United Church of New Marlborough, which is separated from us by a vacant lot, a lot on which used to be the James Cook house. James was the father of Howard Cook, the builder/owner of our house.














Built in 1794 . . .




























































This house used to be the school house and is catty corner across from us. Wouldn't that have been nice for Mickey?














Us . . .














The home of our lovely next door neighbors, John and Victor . . .














This house is across from our north lawn, but is nicely hidden by all the trees . . .










































And here we come to the inside end of the village . . .














And just outside the end of the village are these two houses. From here on, the houses are fewer and farther between.




























Of all the beautiful places in the Berkshires, I consider us fortunate and lucky to have found our house in this quiet little village.