The part you can't see on the right is as big as the part you can see on the left. I took a closeup yesterday of the piece above the door for my Photo-of-the-Day.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
19th Century
It's hard to get a shot of the whole house because of that tree. Blasted tree. It made a mess in the fall, had smelly flowers in the spring, and blocked the sun in the summer. It's gone, but I didn't want to take another picture just to have the front unblocked.
The part you can't see on the right is as big as the part you can see on the left. I took a closeup yesterday of the piece above the door for my Photo-of-the-Day.
The part you can't see on the right is as big as the part you can see on the left. I took a closeup yesterday of the piece above the door for my Photo-of-the-Day.
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Wow, nice place.
It's hard for me to date it as 19th century! The style seems so fresh and modern... or rather, it seems the same as new houses I have seen in the states.
Apparently Americans like their new houses to look old.
You can really tell the age of the house from the inside, both good (a glass cabinet in the dining room where there used to be a serving window to the kitchen, the servant's stairs, the outhouse seats in what we always thought was a garden shed) and the bad (only 2 out of 8 interior doors close, the windows are difficult to open and may not stay up once you get them that way, the tiny bedroom because a larger room needed to be split to add indoor plumbing.)
Servants' stairs! You have servants' stairs!!!
One of the houses we lived in whilst in the States had servants' stairs. There was a trapdoor at the top which was in the floor of the rear bedroom, so they were known as the Trapdoor Stairs. There was a door at the bottom, so we kids used to go and hide in the Trapdoor Stairs, with the trapdoor closed above and the door shut below. It was most adventurous. The trapdoor had loose nails poking out of it. I still have a scar on my right knee from trying to go through the trapdoor (which was not allowed) and accidentally dropping it on my knee, thereby stabbing it with a sticking-out nail.
Anyway... that was an unintentional trip down Memory Lane. Ahem. That is a very pretty house, M&O.
Yes, but we'll be leaving it and the servant's stairs (currently called "the kids' stairs"-- not that the kids are servants or anything) in late spring. It's confusing talking about 2 houses like this.
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