Built in 1902, a decade before the Titanic sank, this house has endured for 96 years. It is one of the last homes to be constructed in Victorian design, before bunalos became the standard. My home is a window to a romantic time, before cars and electric lights existed, that now crowd its busy downtown street.
Features that endear this house to me are:
15ft ceilings, that served to releive its occupants of the humid unbearable southern heat in the spring and summer, long before aircondition.
Tall narrow Victorian windows, that almost stretch from the cieling to floor, for a remarkable view of the world.
Dark oak floors characteristic of Victorian fashion
Large Octogan shaped rooms
The original gas light chandeliers, now converted to electricity.
The most adored foyer hand carved staircase.
Great hand carved mantles, with hand painted tile and elaboate cast iron fireplaces and covers with scenes of angels, cerbubs and greek godesses of greek myths and legend.
Fron upstairs and downstairs porches, wonderful places to sit and watch the traffic over a cup of coffee and a paper.
And the side-back upstairs porch, a perfect setting for afternoon tea, so often I refer to it as "the tea porch".
Also an grand hedge of hydrangias that grow on the right side in purple, lavender, red, blue and pink.
Recently I have uncoved the original brick carraige path that led into the back to a burned building that was perhaps a servants quarters or a carraige house.
This house is owned by my grandmother who has lovingly restored it to its former glory over the years. Now it is undergoing more work, the refinishing of floors and fresh coats of paint for the interior. I have have taken the opertunity to take some pictures and record the progress and also let you see inside my ancestoral home, I take great pride in.