Jasmine’s background with the Somers Mansion

A Dream of Somers Mansion

I grew up just a few miles south of Somers Mansion, passing it every time I went into town. As a child, I dreamed about that Mansion — it was a place that seemed almost magical. I think every little girl in Somers has, at one point or another, imagined what it would be like to live in that grand house.

For many years, the Mansion was owned by a private family, and its interior remained a mystery to almost everyone. My curiosity was endless, and as an elementary schooler, I came up with a plan. I baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies — they’ve always been my secret weapon — and pictured myself arriving at the Mansion with a freshly baked plate, knocking on the door, and being warmly invited inside by the owner to say thank you.

In my mind, it seemed perfectly plausible. After all, I was a cute little girl with a plate of cookies in hand. But when I actually showed up at the door, I was met with a very different reality — the lights inside turned off, and I was left standing on the porch, cookies in hand, feeling a bit defeated.

That was the last time I ventured near the Mansion for many years. But even after all that time, I never stopped dreaming.