Wheelers … One More Time

Edit: Ack … I didn’t mean to hit the Publish button, but I’m not going to take it back now. You may (or may not) wish to peruse the connected and previous Wazzit post as well.

As you might already know if you were one of the three people who read the previous post, we went to Wheelers Maple Syrup place on the weekend. While we were waiting to meet up with friends, I took the photos in the previous post as well as this one through the museum window.

In and through the museum window. The museum is a separate building from the restaurant (not shown in this photo).

BIL was able to join us this time.

The friends we were waiting for weren’t friends at all. Well, they were that too, but they’re relatives — Cuppa’s sister and brother-in-law. The reason I was able to take so many photos before we met up with them is that the two couples suffer from alternate sides of the same disease — the inability to fathom how the clock works. What I am getting at is that Cuppa and I are always early and BIL and SIL are always late. It’s just the way we roll.

Anyhoo, the last time we met at Wheelers, BIL couldn’t join us for brunch because Elu the pooch was too distraught to let him out of her sight. The howling could not be ignored, so BIL walked Elu through the ample paths while SIL, Cuppa and I dined. This time they came sans dog so that BIL could join us, and a fine feast it was (above and below).

BIL is a photography fanatic, much more so than I. He had a lot of fun with his newest Nikon. The capabilities of the camera are amazing. My seven-year-old Canon is archaic in comparison.

After brunch, I snapped a photo of the boilers on our way out. It’s a heckuva an investment in equipment that sits idle for most of the year.

The maple syrup boilers

On the verandah

The ladies waited for the laddies on the verandah whilst the boys perused the various antiques or old, well used equipment and implements for sale on the lawn.

The only picture I took of the sale was of this ringer washer. When was the last time you used one of those? I am not sure if my parents brought ours with us when we moved in 1962. I am sure that it didn’t last too much longer than that. So, it’s been more than forty to almost fifty years since we had one in the family.

Now that I am in a recollecting frame of mind, however, I suddenly recall Cuppa using one at the cottage in the early 70s when Thesha was a baby and we had many diapers to deal with. Her dad exhumed it from some corner or other of his basement hoarding for the purpose. It was quite a basement, let me tell ya.

Despite the name, it really wasn't all that EASY. I know that I got my hand caught in the rollers once when I was a child, and it also happened to my mother more than once.

Of course, I have posted of Wheelers any number of times, but each occasion seems like a post-worthy event because it’s located almost an hour to the west of us near a small community know as McDonalds Corners. It, therefore, qualifies as a trip, and a trip qualifies for a blog post.