Here’s another one with just days to live. Don’t know exactly how this happened. Looks like it was loved, and lovingly restored, in the last few decades, yet here we are. I’m told it is to be dozed to dust in just two weeks’ time. But that was two weeks ago. Not sure I want to go back to verify. If we were younger, hardier, and less cynical than when we began, I would have called, would have pleaded, would have found a way.
But we’re in another age. One that has a lot more bureaucracy, regulations, and expense. One that cares more about the future than the past, as it is found in a few pieces of old wood, and wavy glass.
This one’s location is fairly remote, and a field of solar panels will inhabit its back forty for about that many years. It’s called progress.
I was never a fan of houses built into a hill, where the front looks like a two story farmhouse and the back, like a cape. The first level is essentially the basement and tends to be damp. It’s a bit confusing as to which should be the main floor, up or down? But this particular one retains a charm, at both levels. The last owners/restorers did a really nice job. The addition of glass and a door at the side of its basement/modern kitchen, I think, worked really well. They held the dampness and mold at bay.
These owners gave it good windows, a wood roof, and lovely clapboards. Inside they insulated, plastered, paneled, designed a charming kitchen, added nice electric sconces. It was obviously loved. As to what happened – it’s anybody’s guess. Since left abandoned, for all to enter, many have, and much has been lost. Vestiges of what was, fluted corner posts, exposed beams, lovely stone fireplaces, are all that’s left. The present (corporate) owners have no vested interest in having the house remain, and vandalism is their best excuse for erasing a history they previously pledged to preserve.
Another good old house, its owners and its history, become ghosts of our colonial past.