| Our Background with Jacob’s Resting Place |
| It was always Marie’s dream to own a colonial house. We both love history and respect those generations who came before us for their contributions to our society. Although few skilled artisans remain today, those of yore have handed down the beauty of their work in the structures, furniture, and materials they built. They were skilled engineers and learned people. Over time we have come to honor their accomplishments, which we find embellished in our colonial home, its antique furnishings, and historical writings. |
| Marie fell in love with the house at first sight. We had been looking for the right place for over nine months. It spoke to her. It was near pure. Few structural items had been tampered with. Little had been torn out. Few renovations had been made. Cracks had been stuffed with paper, taped over, and painted. The plaster was still original. A knothole in the floor had been patched with what appears to be a Prince Albert tobacco can. Things were jerry-rigged but not removed and discarded. It had been on the old homes tour in Carlisle in the 1950s. The then current owner, Marcus McKnight, Senior had been the first president of the Cumberland County Historical Society. It was reasonable to think that he and his wife had taken due care of history. A realty information paper stated it was built in 1751, but we knew it was later---late 1700s we thought. We were told it had been a tavern named Jacob’s Resting Place. Well, that was almost correct. After three offers, we were successful in purchasing a piece of colonial history to be the home for our family. |
As family departed, rooms were converted to Bed and Breakfast bedrooms. Marie denies it, but I know it was her plan from the start. Here we stand today the proud owners of a piece of history for over seventeen years. Thirteen of those years have connected us to many travelers from most every state in the Union, a great majority of European countries, and an assortment of other countries from every continent and part of the earth. We have friends that would never have been possible but for “this old inn” and Marie’s foresight. So, join us in a historic trip through the eyes of “Jacob’s Resting Place 1790.”
--Terry Hegglin |
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