Ulster American Folk Park

One day we took what looked like a short drive but inevitably turned into a long drive to Omagh to visit the Ulster American Folk Park. This museum is dedicated to telling the story of Irish immigration to the US during the 18th and 19th centuries. It was really interesting and is located on the site of the Mellon family's ancestral home (Mellon as in Mellon Bank and Carnegie-Mellon fame). It was sort of Williamsburgish, but it was done well and was definitely authentic. Buildings were the original ones and some had actually been transported from America. The museum was divided between the "Old World" (Ulster) and the "New World" (America).
The luck of the Irish
Peeking up a chimney for Santa, perhaps?
Finn is maneuvering the heavy machinery.
I am fairly certain decor was not hung with thumbtacks, but I will let it slide - THIS TIME. The room is so hazy because it is filled with smoke.
A Victoria mailbox which is quite rare.
"Virol: A Preparation of Bone Marrow"
Uh, gross. If the window display was any indication, they must have sold a lot of this stuff.
To get from the old to the new, one walks through a dock area, enters the passenger portion of a sailing ship
and comes out onto an American colonial street scene. Very clever!
New World groceries
If you look hard, the box on the right and one up says "Lord Baltimore".
We used to drink Luzianne Chicory coffee in Baton Rouge. They have since given up on the Black Mr. Clean marketing campaign. I can just hear the slogan, "Coffee, chile?"
I think the highlight of the trip for Owen was the free-range chickens and feeding the horse and donkey. Finn liked the homemade flat bread in one of the Irish houses. Evan liked the exit. I liked the "sewing through the ages" exhibit. Craig liked it all.