A Visit To Winterthur

A Good Girl’s Soliloquy

by Anonymous

A poem about a visit to DuPont’s antiques-filled pre-museum home. 

 
I never break or mar antiques
Or drop the birds with China beaks:
An ash or spark I never let
Drop from my lighted cigarette
As others do.
 
I never touch or use the cards
When both by hands are stuck with lards
Or ever on a table set
A tumbler when it’s damp or wet
As others do.
 
My husband, too, is always neat
And walks about in stocking-feet
In order not to mar or bruise
The parquet floors in hob-nailed shoes
As others do.
 
When playing golf and when I pivot
I right away replace the divot:-
In fact I always try to do
Just what my parents taught me to.
 
So when I visited Winterthur
Most strange discomfort I endure
For ne’er I lie upon the bed
Or put my shoes on the Franklin spread
As others do.
 
Quoted in Quilts In a Material World
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About T.H. Gray

T.H. Gray is the self-appointed court jester and Dr. Demento for the history museum field. A lifelong museum professional and reenactor, he is a graduate of the prestigious Peale-Barnum Public History Museum Studies Program. Until 2011, when the AHS hired him away, he was on staff at the Benjamin Dover Memorial Museum & Swimming Pool ("Our History is All Wet!"). He remembers when museums were still about history, science, and art. BTW, all of these posts say they are by T.H. Gray because he can't turn off the byline. Credit, when due, is given. View all posts by T.H. Gray

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