Deja Vu

Since the reason I went to Quilting on the Square yesterday was to get back that feeling I had when I lived in a small town, I thought I’d share with you some of the pictures of our house in a small town in Indiana.  Our house was next to the county library and a block from our own town square.

The courthouse sits in the middle of the Town Square (photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)

This house was built around 1893.

And, this is what it looked like when we lived there a few years ago.  Needless to say, we had lots of Trick-or-Treaters on Halloween.

As they came up to the front doors, they found 2 very tall doors that would open wide for large items to pass through.

Just on the other side of that door, was a lot of original woodwork and the charm of the Victorian era.


Barrel (curved) walls and original parquet floors in the entryway…  You can also see 1 of the 3 fireplaces in the front parlor.

The other 2 fireplaces are in the dining room on the left and the back parlor (living room) on the right.

Old houses are not all glam and glitz.  There is a lot of work and expense with upkeep.  I stripped 3 thick layers of flooring off the kitchen and laundry room floors to get to the original pine flooring.  When we bought the house, it was in good condition, but we added a lot of work and money to put the charm back into the house.

The monster, killer rosebush.  I hated that thing.  It was beautiful, but its limbs and thorns were so thick – you certainly did not want to get caught in its “grasp.”  See the tree face up yonder?  That’s on one of those original “stick” trees in the black and white picture of the house above.

I had 15 rose bushes, several flower beds and lots and lots of Hostas.  Hostas lined the other side of the garage and the front porch.  We also had 3 arbors.  Clematis was growing on this one, and Wisteria was growing on the third arbor.  Little did I know how invasive Wisteria was!

I could get anything to grow in that black soil.  This sunflower was the tallest I’ve ever seen; it towered above my garage.

Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed your visit to my old house.  You never know what’s inside of those old, scraggly looking houses.  Like old people, old houses may be weathered, but you may find some jewels inside and well worth the visit.