New Year, Old Tricks

Earlier this week, I shared with you my love for all things Belsnickel. For the record, the lonely travelers I was talking about were rural Belsnickels. They terrorized children that lived down long lanes, in drafty old farmhouses. Children who had to milk cows and help can beans. Children who spent most of the winter … Read More

Glories of Christmases Long, Long Ago

Christmas itself is a time capsule, with a crumpled old green bow on it. Like…the ornament I bought from Charleston in 2002, the first time I had shrimp and grits (as opposed to the ornament I bought in 2005, which was the first time I liked shrimp and grits). The Christmas plates and canisters that my mother-in-law gave me … Read More

Playing Fort

When HTG was a kid, there was not much that I liked more than building a snow fort. One that was too small for grown-ups to even think about entering. Okay, I wasn’t going to live there long term, but the little bit of solitude was a delicious respite from the world. It wasn’t complete solitude, because … Read More

The Root of the Problem…

Many people have asked me just how I’ve gotten this way. And I don’t just mean psychiatrists, either. Normal, concerned individuals have asked: Why do you love historic destinations so much? Do the old portraits make you feel pretty by comparison? Do you think mustiness is a treasured perfume? Are you just against hotel chains on … Read More

Smile and Say “Trees”

At the risk of going all stand-up comedian on you, I have to ask: What is the deal with tree lightings? I mean, HTG is all about spiked hot chocolate. And I love a cute cashmere scarf as much as the next girl (assuming that the next girl is one who really really likes cashmere … Read More

Too Cool for School?

HTG hates Washington, DC. It has nothing to do with the Redskins, or whatever political party is in office (well, sometimes it’s the political party in office). It’s more the stupid layout of the city–the circles, the non-parallel roads, the inexplicable one-way streets. Pierre Charles L’Enfant, a French-born American architect laid the city out in … Read More

The Scariest House in America

Historic travel girl has been in some pretty scary houses in her time. The house she grew up in, where the cabinet doors were always open in the morning and sometimes the piano played at night (Seriously. It’s Halloween, folks, not April Fool’s). Then there was the second place my husband and I renovated, where a young guest … Read More

Travels with Grandma: Falling for George

My hub’s grandmother turned 95 in August (that’s her right there, next to my husband. He’s not seven feet tall; she’s just really really short). It’s a big deal, turning 95. Many of Grandma’s friends and family members celebrated this landmark by showering her with gift certificates to CVS, Walgreen’s, Giant Supermarket, Carrabba’s and Cracker Barrel. Which only … Read More

Adaptive Reuse is Hard to Refuse

Historic travel girl loves things that used to be other things. Like flip flops that used to be school bus tires. And shoppers with long handles Macgyvered from old license plates and toothpaste caps. In fact, when historic travel girl was really just a girl, she found a blacksmith (not easy to do before the … Read More