Washington College Birthday Ball! Special rate!

February 20, 2018

Our rooms just opened up for the Birthday Ball weekend!

With the edge of campus right at the end of our street, the location is perfect! No need to drive the car or to figure out parking; just go out our front door, walk 100 yards, and you will be there.

Special 2 night Birthday Ball rate, (when both rooms are booked for both nights): $499 + 11% tax (3 – 4 people, breakfast included).


February 13, 2018

My mind is full, just now, of two back to back events from the past 2 days: the first, a weekly community dinner where I volunteer, and the second, our monthly visit to the neighborhood public elementary school for our ukulele program. I love both events, look forward to each, and have a ton of fun at the two different places. Last night: the same. Great. Today, with the 45 little ones, though, I bombed. I’d been so excited during my preparation that I’d planned way too many things and the kids were wild. Sheesh. For an early childhood educator like myself, that’s not a good thing. I knew better. So although last night’s dinner put me on a high, today’s became a low. Aw, it’ll be fine and next month will be better – I”ll just reign things in and be more careful, and the results will be different. This is not the end of the world. Most have waaay more things to deal with than some tiny, poor-baby-feelings, but still, for me, my normally intact armor has a bit of a crack in it. I was reminded of the words below. (And I don’t know what you call a sort of 3rd-hand quote (one who quoted another who’d quoted another), but this is one, originally from Thomas Merton):

We are bodies of broken bones. I guess I’d always known but never fully considered that being broken is what makes us human,….the source of our common humanity, the basis for our shared search for comfort, meaning, and healing. Our shared vulnerability and imperfection nurtures and sustains our capacity for compassion.
We have a choice. We can embrace our humanness, which means embracing…the compassion that remains our best hope for healing. Or we can deny our brokenness, forswear compassion, and ….deny our own humanity….
…each of us is better than the worst thing we’ve ever done….I am more than broken. In fact, there is a strength, a power even, in understanding brokenness, because embracing our brokenness creates a need and desire for mercy, and perhaps a corresponding need to show mercy. When you experience mercy, you learn things that are hard to learn otherwise….You begin to recognize the humanity that resides in each of us.
–Bryan Stevenson, Just Mercy, pp.289 – 290.

Anyway, maybe you, too, just need a small break in a hectic day; maybe you even could use a quick get-away! (This is a B&B blog, after all.) Or maybe just a reminder of what’s best and right in this time of history in which we live. Whatever. Hopefully, your day just got a little brighter. And now maybe you can pass it on. You are not alone.

Just January

January 6, 2018

Need a post-holiday get-away? Need some quiet? Need some healthy options for breakfast? No need to be afraid of going to a B&B b/c of fattening foods – (although that’s certainly an option, too, although we’d prefer the euphemism of “fab favorites”)! I love fixing what our guests prefer, so don’t let that fear stop you!

We’re open and we promise to be a place of respite. Come stay, if you’d like.

“…get close.” – Just Mercy, Bryan Stevenson

December 3, 2017

From p 14, Just Mercy, Bryan Stevenson

My grandmother was the daughter of people who were enslaved in Caroline County, VA. She was born in the 1880s, her parents in the 1840s. Her father talked to her all the time about growing up in slavery and how he learned to read and write but kept it a secret. He hid the things he knew–until Emancipation. The legacy of slavery very much shaped my grandmother and the way she raised her nine children. It influenced the way she talked to me, the way she constantly told me to “Keep close.”

When I visited her, she would hug me so tightly I could barely breathe. After a little while, she would ask me, ‘Bryan, do you still feel me hugging you?’ If I said yes, she’d let me be; if I said no, she would assault me again. I said no a lot because it made me happy to be wrapped in her formidable arms. She never tired of pulling me to her.

‘You can’t understand most of the important things from a distance, Bryan. You have to get close,’ she told me all the time.

A Dickens of a Christmas – in town THIS WEEKEND!

November 28, 2017

This Friday is First Friday in our little town, but it’s a very special First Friday….Miracle on 34th Street opens at the Garfield Center for the Arts. If you decide to catch opening night there, you can still go to hear the Chester River Chorale concert on Saturday afternoon. In between, you can stroll the streets and see Dickens-era costumes all around and also stop in to see the Festival of Trees. On 1 PM on Sunday, there’s the 2nd Annual Ukulele Christmas concert…. and these are just a few highlights!

Don’t miss this! There’s still room in the inn!

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