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Friday, May 18, 2012

How The Other (Middle Class) Half Lived

I've been off the grid.
Sort of.


I've been mostly not near a computer for the past few weeks;
my hardware is still here, but nobody's home.

Except the servants.

Okay, not the servants.
Because the closest we come to having a servant is this:
And mostly we do his bidding.

The picture with the (faux, as in mannequin) servant was not taken in our house.
It was taken in this house, which is like our house, and yet not.
Their front hall stairs.
 This is our house:
Our front hall stairs.

What do our house and this other house have in common?

They were both built in 1832.
They have both been known to spook some people with what might be ghosties.
(Am I being vague enough?)
They were both built as prosperous middle-class family homes.

But while our house was built in the country as a farmhouse:

The other house was a city home for a successful merchant:

And, the other house is a museum.

So that's another difference -- we don't charge you $10 to visit us.
Except on holidays . . . .

But the Merchant's House Museum at 29 East 4th Street in Manhattan is well worth
checking out if you live in the New York area or are visiting from afar, or anear.

When our daughter Alida visited awhile back, she brought her camera.

I was interested to see if this very different house would echo our much more humble dwelling.
Well, it does and it doesn't.

There is a pie safe in the museum kitchen, which is the same shape and construction as ours.

Although ours has wire screening instead of punched tin.



 What's great about the Merchant House is that many of the items in it actually belonged to the Tredwell family,
who lived in it from shortly after it was built, until 1933.  Almost one hundred years in one family.
In 1936 it became a museum, decorated as the family would have done in the early years.
 I'm not sure I'd want to work in this kitchen, mostly because that stove would scare me to death,
but the kitchen is beautiful in its simplicity.  I am pretty certain that is a soapstone sink in the corner.
We don't have a soapstone sink here at That Old House -- we have practical modern stainless.
But our countertops are the less practical but beautiful soapstone, a time-honored kitchen material.
The stove is amazing, even if scary.  We don't have a wood or coal stove,
but we do have a very old copper kettle, rather like the one on the right.
Old picture; it is not Christmas time even in New Jersey right now!
The Merchant's House Museum has some lovely family bedrooms:  

Love the Empire furniture in this room!

There are fancy-schmancy pillars -- the house is Greek Revival style inside,
but more of a Federal style outside.

The entrance is graceful, with fluted Ionic columns
that flank the door, echoing the interior architecture.

Our porch columns, which are Doric style Tuscan columns, look pretty plain Jane by comparison.
As suits a farmhouse!

In the dining room, part of the double parlor, it looks like preparations are underway for a party.

The dining area fireplace has a stove inset,
what all the cool kids were using to heat their homes in the 1830s.


It's hard to see, but there's an insert in the parlor fireplace as well.

We think because of the shallow firebox in our
parlor fireplace that it, too, had a modern, cool-kid stove to heat that room.

Our mantel is painted wood; the Merchant's House has marble mantels.
Snazzy.

And also snazzy -- Poppies!
And ours have started opening and blooming, bless their little hearts.

Poppies have such a short season that I stare at them a lot.
Amazing, gorgeous, explosive silky color.

Okay, I'm done.
I got a kick out of comparing two houses, born the same year, some things in common,
but really quite different -- City Mouse and Country Mouse.

Grab your Friday and enjoy! -- Cass

Feathered Nest Friday makes its home at French Country Cottage.  Click here!
The Charm of Home features Home Sweet Home on Fridays.  Click here!
It's Vintage Inspiration Friday at Common Ground.  Click here!
At My Romantic Home, it's Show And Tell Friday Click here!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

The Life Of A House

Once upon a time, 
That Old House was a working farmhouse.


The family who built it owned most of the land at this end of Main Street.

From June, just after the painters finished.  The day before our daughter's wedding!
Bit by bit, the land was sold off, other houses built -- hundreds of them --
and a big sprawling high school built on the hill above.
On this side of the house, our property ends quite close to the sunroom.  There is more lawn on the other side.
The previous owners further parceled up the land, taking the last
intact 3 acres and dividing them into 4 three-quarter acre lots.
That Old House, in its new white coat, hosted an After Party the night of the wedding; I got no pictures of it!
That Old House sits on one of those lots.  Gone are the barns, the greenhouses,
the wells and pump house, but we feel lucky that the house is still here.
A Greek Revival country farmhouse, recognizable.
Well cared for by generations of families.  Yes, we do feel lucky!
Yup, that window on the bump-out IS that crooked.  You should see the others.
But we mostly live inside of our houses, so come on through
the newly-painted door.  They tell me it's yellow.
I had threatened to paint the door pink, so I didn't get too many arguments on the bright yellow.

A big part of the joy of living in an old house are the
echoes of past lives that you feel, or that you wonder about.

This past June, I wondered how many other brides
had come down those front stairs in the last 179 years:

How many sisters had stood together in that parlor,
with one fussing over the other's gown?

How many other bridal parties posed for their picture in the parlor?

How many other daddies have hugged their little girl on her wedding day within these four walls . . . 

. . . and then left from the old house for a last ride together, as that little girl begins a new life?

I wish I could say that in the month-and-a-half since these pictures were taken,
that we'd ordered and had installed the reproduction shutters for the house,
and painted all the porch furniture, and planted a few shrubs in the front bed . . . 
I wish I could say those things, but we haven't done much of anything.

Maybe it will take another wedding to get us off our kiesters and into gear again!
Oh please . . . not yet!
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I meant to show our mostly D-I-Y interpretation of a
farmhouse kitchen for this post.  But the post had different ideas.
Maybe next week.

Meanwhile, I'm linking to a few Linky Parties today.

LaurieAnna's Vintage Home is sponsoring a new meme -- Farmhouse Friday.  Click here!
At My Romantic Home, it's Show And Tell Friday.  Click here!
It's Feathered Nest Friday at French Country Cottage.  Click here!
The Charm of Home features Home Sweet Home on Fridays.  Click here!
It's Vintage Inspiration Friday at Common Ground.  Click here!

 Now one more thing ... if you are interested in those wire baskets -- or the little pumpkins -- that I blogged about yesterday, Thursday, I forgot to say that you can buy them online, have them delivered free to your local Dollar Tree, and pick them up there.  No running out of stock, and they will now break up case lots for most items.  No Dollar Tree near you?  They'll UPS it to your front porch.  No front porch?  Sorry.  Can't help you there.
Anywho -- check it out at Dollar Tree Online.
 To go right to the wire wastebaskets, click here!

I didn't get any compensation from Dollar Tree.  I mean, really . . . it's Dollar Tree, folks!  -- Cass