Originally posted by monochrome Our first house was where I came to the realization that I don't do plaster. It was 100 years old when I was thirty. And that was thirty years ago. If there was a horizontal, vertical or angled surface, interior or exterior, or water, gas or electricity ran thought it, I did something to it.
This house was young
When I bought it.
Old homes are really cool. They have history, and often you will discover some of it when working on them or poking around in the deep, dark crevices that time has forgotten. The house I mentioned had been my parents last home that they had bought before divorcing. Mom got it in the split, and when she remarried and moved out I took the place over. It was a small hobby farm, had a barn and other outbuildings, all very old, but nothing as old as the homes that are in your area.
Mom's house had started life as a chicken coop (or so they were told when they bought it in 1970). The property had been part of a large family farm and as the children grew up then the property was divided up and "homes" built for them. The coop was raised and a basement dug under it. Then it was finished off inside with the lath and plaster, a bedroom and bathroom added on the rear and a kitchen on one side, all the interior walls had been finished with wallpaper.
There clearly was no electricity when the house was first built, as the knob and tube cloth covered wiring gave a bit of a story there. The plumbing was lead pipes, and when the local water district brought a line down the road the house was connected, and the dug well was then turned into a cesspool (yuk!).
After mom divorced her second husband I moved out and she returned. There was some remodeling going on and a sliding door and a porch added to one side of the house. When we were tearing the wall apart we found newspaper had been used for insulation, and old license plates had been used to cover up holes in the inside of the exterior wall.
Mom finally retired and sold the place about 7 years ago. Her and dad bought it for $17,500 in 1970. It was 3.5 acres, and she had picked up a 1/2 acre piece on one side at a tax foreclosure auction sometime in the late 1980's.
The developers gave her $2.3 million for it, and bought up all the other property in the area. They came in with all manner of machinery and completely removed everything, even regraded the landscape, and built "Ticky Tacky Little Boxes" all with "Zero Lot Line" postage stamp yards.
It was sad to see the neighborhood I lived in as a teen and then lived in for another period in the late 80's and early 90's be completely obliterated, and transformed into the blight that is there today.
It is probably the work of the livE hociR!