Show us your vintage home!

[sheeplady]

Cylinder would be my choice (that's what I had growing up)... but honestly it's a discussion with the household.

Those are beautiful! Let me talk to my husband. We're moving right now (halfway across the country) but knowing you have inventory is a relief and a joy these things still exist!

 

[David Conwill]

We're moving right now (halfway across the country) but knowing you have inventory is a relief and a joy these things still exist!

Not that we've ever met, but I'm sorry to hear I'm losing the closest thing to a local lounger!

 

[sheeplady]

Not that we've ever met, but I'm sorry to hear I'm losing the closest thing to a local lounger!

Awww... that is very sweet! Heading south was a huge decision, but I got a job opportunity I could not turn down.

I live in the southern tier right now, but I grew up in the Adirondacks... much closer to Vermont in geography but also scenery.

The move is a big one (I've never moved this far, ever) and we have kid's in tow. It's been challenging! But exciting!

 

[David Conwill]

I grew up in Michigan, so this move (made in late summer 2015) was the big one of my life. I'm so glad we did it, though. Good luck with your relocation and your job!

 

[Stearmen]

I think the 1960s tri-leval I am living in know it's days are numbered with my Victorian almost done! Last week the washing machine went out, today, when I sat down at my office desk, I noticed the mouse pad was wet, roof leak! If it had to leak on my desk, it picked the right place, no big damage, only some papers I can reprint any time. Still, just a few feet back and it would have been wide open space! On the Victorian, there was one bulge in the foundation, where some one did a skim coat of concrete that had me worried. Well, today I went down stairs and found a big chunk of that concrete on the floor, turns out, it wasn't the foundation caving in, it was just an over abundance of concrete. So I need to repoint the granite foundation, but it will look a lot better, and it is only about 5' X 7'.

 

[Big Man]

Today is a milestone of sorts in the history of the house where we live. It was 100 years ago today, on 30 March 1917, that the Deed was signed buying this house.

Growing up, I often heard my Maw talk about the history of the house. She told me the house was built in 1907 by Mr. Howell, and that they bought the house from Mr. Gettys. She said they paid $1,000 for the house and 2 1/2 acres of land, which included a barn and chicken house. Every year my Maw would "walk the property line." When I was old enough, she would take me with her on this annual ritual. I remember her telling me that it was important and for me to never forget to walk the property line at least once a year, and to this day I continue to do that.

When my Maw and Granddad and my aunts Hazel and Sara moved into the house (my Dad hadn't been born yet), the house didn't have running water, indoor plumbing, or electricity. Around 1920, my Granddad put in running water and also built a bathroom on the back porch. He dug out a place under the house to make a basement and installed a gasoline-powered motor to pump the water from the well up to a reservoir in one of the upstairs bedrooms. From that reservoir the water was gravity-fed to the sink in the kitchen and to the bathroom on the back porch. The gasoline engine and reservoir are gone now, but the concrete pad where the engine sat and even the oil stains on the basement wall where the bearings threw oil remain, as well as the piping in the upstairs bedroom where the reservoir once was remains. It wasn't until 1930 that they got electricity in the house, and then it was just one light bulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling in each room. By the way, all the old oil lamps are still here "just in case" as my Maw used to say.

Other than the addition of running water, indoor plumbing, and electricity, very little has changed about the old house in the past 100 years the family has been here. My Maw did, reluctantly, do away with her wood cook stove around 1953 and concede to an electric range that my parents bought when they began housekeeping in 1948 (and that same old range is still the one we use here today). After my Maw passed away in 1983, my aunt Hazel added electric baseboard heat in two rooms and a couple extra baseboard outlets to get rid of the drop cords from the overhead lights, but other than that no other "modernization" has taken place.

Growing up, I spent a lot of my time here at "Maw's house." As a youngster, I always dreamed about living here one day. Finally, after I retired and all the children were out of school, we made the big move from our home in Oak Hill to the old homeplace in Nebo. We've been here almost six years now, and it is really good to be living amongst so many memories of family.

As I type this I'm sitting at the same little desk that has most likely sat in the same spot since 1917 (at least it has been in the same spot for all my memory), looking out the window that has the same glass panes that were here in 1917, at the same garden spot that my Maw planted that first year they were here 100 years ago today. I wonder who will be siting here 100 years from now and what they'll see and what they'll be thinking.

 

[dh66]

Today is a milestone of sorts in the history of the house where we live. It was 100 years ago today, on 30 March 1917, that the Deed was signed buying this house.

Growing up, I often heard my Maw talk about the history of the house. She told me the house was built in 1907 by Mr. Howell, and that they bought the house from Mr. Gettys. She said they paid $1,000 for the house and 2 1/2 acres of land, which included a barn and chicken house. Every year my Maw would "walk the property line." When I was old enough, she would take me with her on this annual ritual. I remember her telling me that it was important and for me to never forget to walk the property line at least once a year, and to this day I continue to do that.

When my Maw and Granddad and my aunts Hazel and Sara moved into the house (my Dad hadn't been born yet), the house didn't have running water, indoor plumbing, or electricity. Around 1920, my Granddad put in running water and also built a bathroom on the back porch. He dug out a place under the house to make a basement and installed a gasoline-powered motor to pump the water from the well up to a reservoir in one of the upstairs bedrooms. From that reservoir the water was gravity-fed to the sink in the kitchen and to the bathroom on the back porch. The gasoline engine and reservoir are gone now, but the concrete pad where the engine sat and even the oil stains on the basement wall where the bearings threw oil remain, as well as the piping in the upstairs bedroom where the reservoir once was remains. It wasn't until 1930 that they got electricity in the house, and then it was just one light bulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling in each room. By the way, all the old oil lamps are still here "just in case" as my Maw used to say.

Other than the addition of running water, indoor plumbing, and electricity, very little has changed about the old house in the past 100 years the family has been here. My Maw did, reluctantly, do away with her wood cook stove around 1953 and concede to an electric range that my parents bought when they began housekeeping in 1948 (and that same old range is still the one we use here today). After my Maw passed away in 1983, my aunt Hazel added electric baseboard heat in two rooms and a couple extra baseboard outlets to get rid of the drop cords from the overhead lights, but other than that no other "modernization" has taken place.

Growing up, I spent a lot of my time here at "Maw's house." As a youngster, I always dreamed about living here one day. Finally, after I retired and all the children were out of school, we made the big move from our home in Oak Hill to the old homeplace in Nebo. We've been here almost six years now, and it is really good to be living amongst so many memories of family.

As I type this I'm sitting at the same little desk that has most likely sat in the same spot since 1917 (at least it has been in the same spot for all my memory), looking out the window that has the same glass panes that were here in 1917, at the same garden spot that my Maw planted that first year they were here 100 years ago today. I wonder who will be siting here 100 years from now and what they'll see and what they'll be thinking.

Fantastic!

I certainly hope that there are still Browns living in the old place when the next centennial rolls around.

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[sheeplady]

I didn't know anybody still walked the property lines in the spring. We always did when I was a kid... caught squatters once this way.

It was my job to walk the (actively used) fences every 2 weeks or after a storm, with a hand saw and hatchet to remove anything that landed on the fence.

 

[BobHufford]

We are trying to spend most of our time at the "farm" that my wife's family has owned since the 1960s. I never knew where the property lines were for sure. Recently the neighbor to the west surveyed that line and our neighbor on the north and east (the US Forest Service / Mark Twain National Forest) marked trees for harvest. We thought they might have gotten over on us in one spot so we followed the bits and pieces of fencing up and down the hills and wrapped purple (no hunting / no trespassing) tape. The Forest Service surveyor is supposed to come out and mark the north and east lines at some point.

3/4 of a survey for free. Gotta love that.

The old fence has been there for quite a while. 75 to 100 years based on the size of this tree.

The use of this property as a farm goes back a few years beyond that.

Looking forward to many years of walking the line.

 

[sheeplady]

My family drove fence posta very deep because they had problems with survey pins being "pulled" on one section. Why I never knew... the adjacent land was never sold or anything. I think it might have just been "something to do."

A high school friend digs crystals on one of her colleagues' properties (with permission). The colleague has the property posted (no hunting or fishing) and my friend went up there one day and someone had built a blind up in a tree (without permission). So the friend and her husband set up a "dig" right under the blind, complete with flapping tarps and a gaping hole where the ladder was. The idiots even left some of their equipment. I would have taken the equipment and destroyed the blind if it was my posted property... but my friend thought it was more fitting this way.

 

[Fading Fast]

⇧ Without property rights, we are all just vassals of the state. Patents, your home, land, business, investments, cars, clothes, toothbrush - if you don't own it - and the rule of law doesn't recognize and enforce it as an absolute right - then there is no freedom.

 

[alanfgag]

c.1894

 

[Fading Fast]

⇧ that is gorgeous. Is that your house?

 

[Stearmen]

The tree we have been trying to cut down since last year, decided to give up one of it's branches! Took the city over 24 hours to disconnect the power! Lucky there was no fire, not to mention a fried cat or squirrel. Snow and electricity.

 

[BobHufford]

The tree we have been trying to cut down since last year, decided to give up one of it's branches! Took the city over 24 hours to disconnect the power! Lucky there was no fire, not to mention a fried cat or squirrel. Snow and electricity.

 

[alanfgag]

c.1894

⇧ that is gorgeous. Is that your house?

Thanks... Yes it is.

 

[Stearmen]

Got the power back on finally! When the guy from the city hooked the guy wire to the mast, he noticed it was pulling away from the house taking the siding with it! The electrician had already left, turns out he used way to small of lagbolts, with a fine thread. So I had to run to the other side of town and get some more tools, then a trip to the hardware store to get some proper lagbolts, then an hour up and down the ladder! Finally got the city guy back out to reconnect.

 

[Stearmen]

At least it passed inspection today! Called the electrician, he first blamed the last electrician, then he blamed me, I told him, he should have done it right and hung up!

 

[Fading Fast]

At least it passed inspection today! Called the electrician, he first blamed the last electrician, then he blamed me, I told him, he should have done it right and hung up!

This is one of my renovation pet peeves - how often the new electrician / plumber / carpenter / etc. tells you all the wrong things the last guy did and, then, the next electrician / plumber / carpenter / etc. tells you what that guy did was wrong and on and on.

 

[Touchofevil]

c.1894

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Exceptionally beautiful!