NESTLED UPON A ROLLING HILL that leads into Shelburne, Vermont, the Shelburne Museum serves as a ficture of my childhood growing up in Vermont. The museum is open from May through October, and invetibly, there would be a least one class trip to the Shelburne Museum a year. Or at least that is what I remember.
I stumbled across this Newsday.com photo spread of the Shelburne Museum that shows off some of the museum finer points. I remember the folk art sculptures in the Stage Coach Inn part of the museum.
It’s been many years since I visited the museum. I might have to plan an excursion to the museum before it closes for the season.