It was about 6 pm when I rolled into Kingston on Thursday, May 31, 2012. I was there to attend the Ontario Genealogical Society Conference: Borders and Bridge 1812-2012. It was being held at the St. Lawrence College campus.
I had been touring in Hastings County to the west, visiting Mamora, Stirling, Trenton and Belleville and learning about their libraries and archives for research. This was regarding my Brown family origins on my mother’s side. I was not yet done because I wanted to visit the Anglican Diocese in Kingston for the Brown research. I have described that experience and visit in my other blog:
The Boardmans and Browns of Winnipeg: http://boardmanbrown.wordpress.com/
My lodging was in a bed and breakfast called the Briar Patch. Finding it was a little bit of trouble. I left Belleville taking Hwy 2 to Tyendinaga, Napanese, Odessa, Westbrook and into Kingston itself. I was a little disappointed because I had hoped to see more of the Bay of Quinte on Hwy 2. I guess you need to know where to go to see it?
I turned right and headed down Gardiner’s Road (Hwy 6) passed shopping centers. I came to Bath Rd (Hwy 33) and turned left. Then I got into trouble. Bath is a very busy road.
When I am tired it can get interesting. I pulled into another shopping center and studied my maps. I found Portsmouth which was to the west of this shopping center I had taken a break in. I got back onto Bath and headed west past Portsmouth and just as I went past I saw the three numbers for the Briar Patch and pulled in. It was shrouded in trees. It was on the north side of Bath St. and there were islands in the middle of the road so it was not an easy place to get to. They had a nice parking lot so I had plenty of room to situate my Caliber.
My room was like a suite. I had a foyer, a full bathroom, a sitting area and the biggest bed I have ever seen. It took a little bit of climbing to get into it. Sigh, no desk. It did have a washer and dryer. Yippee, clean clothes! It was decorated with care and all the artwork and crafts you expect in a B&B. There was an old door with a big flower wreath across from the bed.
I was greeted by Mark first and the Mary Jo gave me the tour. She also helped me to figure out where to get some dinner and I chose the Red Lobster down the road to the west. They accepted credit cards which was good. Some do not and I didn’t need complication.
I settled in for the night. The next day I was to get a full breakfast and great conversation. This is why I like B&B’s.