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Lily Dale

Each year, thousands of tourists flock to a small hamlet in New York with the hopes of witnessing something supernatural. Since its founding in 1879, the spiritualist settlement of Lily

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The Cabin in the Lane

Historic paintings often provide a unique perspective of the past. Unlike photographs, they are not perfect reproductions of a given vantage, but this imperfection doesn’t mean that such paintings cannot

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Lightning Rods

In rural areas like Doon, lightning rods were commonly installed on houses, barns, and other structures to mitigate the danger of lightning – the enemy of flammable structures everywhere. The

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The Williams Frames

When observing piece of art, a feature that is often underappreciated is the frame it is displayed in. A frame can hold a tremendous amount of information and can even

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The Hair Receiver

As trends and technology change, many once common household objects have fallen into obscurity. As a result, museums sometimes have difficulty identifying artifacts or their original use. This item is

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The Sandhill

A painting of a sandhill, with cows grazing near a small pond in the foreground under a pink sky. A figure sits under the trees on the right in the

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World War 1

In August of 1914, Great Britain declared war on Germany, ushering Canada, a member of the British Empire into the First World War. London requested 25,000 men for the first

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The Loch Doon area was memorialized in celebrated Scottish poet, Robert Burns piece “Ye banks and braes O’ bonnie Doon”

Ye banks and braes o’ bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu’ o’ care?
Thou’lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o’ departed joys,
Departed, never to return.

Aft hae I rov’d by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o’ its love,
And fondly sae did I o’ mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose,
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover stole my rose,
But, ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.

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