"I have just heard five pistol shots down the street.... The pistol did its work well...two of my friends were shot. Both died within three minutes."
-- Mark Twain describing Virginia City to his mother in a letter.
We only visited Virgina City a couple of times with I was a girl, and I loved it. A step back into time. It was the best place in Reno. A place for old fashioned fantasies... I could live out my life with Little Jo, or walk to school with big sister Laura. All I needed was a long skirt, a bonnet, and a horse.
But that's another story.
I find it odd that homes form this ear contain tiny beds, meant to hold two people, and short doorways, meant for regular sized people to walk through, but these door ways are tall enough for your average basketball player.
|(Say hi to my mom. )|
Now if the outside is oldish and original , what could the inside be filled with? Just tons of vintage, antique, historic and other of stuff.
There were plenty of things I wished I could buy, and plenty of historic treasures tucked into corners.
This old globe was worth quite a bit in it's day.
Something I didn't get any good pictures of were all the rusty vintage things used as decorations. Crates, glass, cans, just oodles of stuff.
Many glass cases held silver dollars. Hundreds of dollars worth of silver dollars. You have heard of the Silver Queen, haven't you?
You should go here to read about her and just how much she is worth. Also, the hotel she is named for, has apparently been featured on Ghost Hunters.
I would love to stay the night in a well cared for but creepy and creaky hotel, walk down the stairs.
And jump into Little Joe's arms.
As my bloggy Aunt would say.