Monday, February 09, 2009

My House

Some people have expressed an interest in my house - I don't understand why, but anyway, here's some pictures for you. This is my house in 1931.
This next picture is me and my 11 year old painting the house last fall.

This bit of loveliness is my mantle (pardon the blurriness). It's all that's left from the great keeping room hearth. When the house was turned into a post office they went modern and took out the old chimney and replaced it with a new one - bad mistake, the floor sags toward the chimney now because the original one was what actually supported the interior of the structure, but the new one is free standing and the new posts they put in have shrunken or sank or whatever, so it's useless. They bricked up the fireplace as well and put in outlets for stove pipe in all the old fireplaces. (Yes I made the quilt, Yes that's Moxie on the mantle - this is New England after all). This picture is a prime example of the rubble stone walls in my basement. This is another bit of stupidity on the part of the previous owners...there was a bulkhead here, which they filled in, so we have no way to get into or out of the basement except by the door in my living room. I think they may have done this in a vain attempt to keep water from coming in - it didn't work, the water rises from the floor.

I appologize for the crappy photo quality - my battery was almost dead and I wanted to snap the pictures quickly - this one's blury too. Anyway, here's a lovely tree post. It appears to be cedar. It has shrunk in the years it's been holding up the floor ablove and so it's married with another post now. (that's our old furnace in the background - we can't get it out because we no longer have a bulkhead - I suppose we could dismantle it and cart it out that way, but it's really not important enough for all the work that entails).
So you see, the house is OLD, it looks OLD, and just 'cause it's old doesn't mean it's pretty.








2 comments:

affectioknit said...

Oh my - it really is a lovely old house isn't it...

Francesca said...

I love the photo of you and your 11 year old out there painting the house! I also live in a old house and, yes, because it's old it doesn't mean it's pretty:) Or practical: we haven't been able to open fully our ancient wooden front door all winter!