I’d like to take a few moments of appreciation to comment on the work that Trish has done over the past few years on our big ol’ historical house. Keep in mind, this is a small, slender woman with attitude – a mom who has suffered severe heart trouble in giving birth to our daughter Katie, and has been largely on her own for the greater part of the labor involved in repairing and preserving our home. Last year alone she nearly single-handedly painted the entire house. There are parts we can’t reach, of course – and some that I can reach, and she can’t, that I’ll be painting this year, but we are talking about a 6-7000 square foot, three story house. It has columns all around, a porch (also painted – and which we repaired last year) – shutters, leaks…you name it. She is one of the hardest working, most talented women I’ve ever met, and I present, without further ado, the fruit of her labor (so far). This is a photo of the Historic William R. White House as of 2005…this is the first of the Market St. Houses we’ll cover here. Eventually I’d like to have links to photo galleries covering each street, along with some stories about each of the older homes, the families who built and lived in them, and how they all fit together to form the basis of the town we live in. For now…here is the first picture of many.
David
4 comments:
It sounds and looks like an amazing house. Hats off to Trish for being able to undertake the repairs and restoration on her own.
Yea, it's an amazing house...apparently it is currently under siege by storm - hail and downed power lines (inconveniently resting on our natural gas tank just now...) Hopefully all will be intact when I get home...more to follow.
D
What a beautiful house, and I'm impressed with what Trish has undertaken. I look forward to more photos!
Judi
It is so nice to see the place all spruced up and looking loved.
My father, Nathan Newby White was born in this house on September 22, 1912. He was the youngest son of William. His mother was Helen Newby.
I heard from my father that there was outrage in the town that my grandfather spent $6,000 to build the place, and exorbitant sum in those days.
I don't remember granddaddy very well since the last time I saw him I was 4, but my grandmother was a wonderful, witty woman who died when I was a teenager, well into her nineties.
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