We are surrounded by boxes but we are very happy. There is room to stretch here and people are beginning to unfurl. This home was built in 1870 and was the farmhouse of a 65 acre farm. The floors are not level, the walls are not new, there are funny quirks about this house but there is a deep charm and hominess about it. I am in love with this place. I have taken a few photos of some of the interesting architectural details. Going to post them here and then get back to unpacking. : )
Under stair storage closet. The woodwork in this place is quite fabulous.
Bedroom doorknob
Closet hardware
That wall was patched and painted prior to our moving in. It is now quite a lovely stairwell.
Garage mandoor hardware. Can you tell I am a sucker for old hardware? Just something so intriguing about it. I like to imagine the person who made it, probably by hand or at a very small factory in those days following the Civil War. There is a house three doors down the street that has no door knobs but only lift-up latches because the man who had it built was a Civil War soldier who came home and lost both of his arms in an "exhuberant, post war celebration" (which most definitely must have contained fireworks). Can you imagine coming home well and healthy only to blow off both of your arms celebrating your homecoming?
An Amish buggy that is sometimes parked in our carport. The man who drives it is the maintenance man for the Historical Society whose grounds are in our back yard. Right now his horse is lame so someone drives him in a blue pick up.
Hope you enjoyed the photos! Time for me to get back to the boxes.
God bless,
Rebecca
