I love old things….old buildings, old people, old furniture, old books. They strike a chord, deep inside me.
This is where my son works. 99% of the buildings down Main Street are all well over 150 years old. This building is situated right next to the building I fell in love with the first time I ever went down Main Street.
This old, very gracious, very lovely, 125 year old Victorian mansion. Every day I go by this building and I see it’s old splendor I could just weep. It’s beauty is just dying to get out. I can feel it’s shame.
At present, it is a preschool.
If I were to ever get rich, I would buy this building and rescue it. I would rescue it from the little mermaid, I would wash all the grimy hand prints off it’s windows, I would restore the inside to it’s former glory.
Look at this glorious architecture. Look beneath the grime and imagine it’s once-upon-a-time splendor.
I wonder who looked out these windows. Were they happy, did they eat beef, did they long for air conditioning?
I would tear down this offending fire escape, and demolish the extra building they have added on. Disgraceful! I am sorry lovely house…they shouldn’t treat you this way. You deserve better.
I wonder who made these beautiful windows that are being hidden by all the dirt and grime. Were they paid well for their craftsmanship? Did the owner make them tea and crumpets?
No one cares for this house. Does it know that I do?
I would pay workers to strip off all the peeling paint, and repaint it all, I would have them scrub all the dirt and grime from each and every brick and stone.
I wonder how many servants lived up in the attic. Was there a butler named James, and a cook named Hilda? How long did it take to sweep the floors and polish the banisters?
See this lovely Veranda……oh the wicker that belongs on this porch….I could cry. Did they have lawn parties and barbecues? Did they drink mint juleps or have high tea?
Hold on just a little longer. I am saving my pennies. You need me.
What speaks to you?