I saw these intriguing photos doing the rounds on the internet and I had to look into them.
Here’s the back-story:
After a French World War 1 soldier was killed on the battlefield, his grief-stricken parents preserved his room exactly the way it was on the day he left for war. As a memorial to their fallen son, they kept the room in that state the entire time they owned the house. When they sold their house in 1935, they wrote a clause into the deed which stipulated the room must remain untouched for the next 500 years. Owners from that time on have honored their request.
The legality/viability of the clause is questionable, but wouldn’t it be amazing if it could be upheld for five centuries?
Recently, I took a stroll through some antique stores in Florence, Colorado – affectionately known as the “antique capital of Colorado”. I came across so many vintage dollhouses that I thought I’d throw a post together with the pictures I took.
The first image (above) looked to be a folksy, hand-made affair – possibly even modeled after someone’s own house. Which I find so endearing!
The huge beauty (below) was more of a pro/factory job…
For us, our house was not unsentient matter—it had a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence, and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we could not enter it unmoved.
—Mark Twain, 1896
This week marks the one year anniversary of the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown Connecticut. (December 14, 2012)
One of the stories of hope that came out of that terrible day was the story of the little yellow house down the street from the school.
This is where a group of first grade children fled after escaping the gunman and witnessing the death of their teacher (Victoria Soto) and many of their fellow classmates.
The small story-and-a-half historic home with green shutters is owned by a man named Gene Rosen.
Mr. Rosen is a 69-year old retired psychologist and grandfather.
Rosen told reporters that on the fateful morning, he had just finishing feeding his cats and was heading out to visit a local diner for breakfast. As he was going down his driveway, he noticed a small group of children huddled in a neat semi-circle at the end of his driveway. A school bus driver had seen them too and pulled over.
“We can’t go back to school,” one of the children cried, “Our teacher is dead!”
The kids recounted the unthinkable carnage they had just witnessed. This was the first time Mr. Rosen had learned of the school shooting – he told reporters he had indeed heard gun shots earlier but just assumed it was some hunters in the woods.
The school bus driver took down the names of the children and proceeded to radio their information to headquarters where the staff would try for the next several hours to track down the children’s stricken parents.
In the meantime, Mr. Rosen invited the children into his cozy home on that chilly December day.
On a sunny fall day not too long ago, I had the opportunity to visit Leadville, Colorado.
At over 10,000 feet above sea level, it is the HIGHEST incorporated city in the United States!
You feel up high in Leadville – the City in the Clouds – not only because of the thin air and high elevation, but because the sky seems even more brilliantly blue up there.
I can’t say enough good things about Leadville.
Okay, okay, I should qualify the above statement by telling you that Leadville has the most God-awful, brutal, punishing winters, so House Crazy Sarah could NEVER actually live there. Nonetheless, it is a fabulous place to visit (when the weather is nice).
Leadville was home to many legendary figures of the wild west (including: Buffalo Bill Cody, Baby Doe Tabor, Poker Alice, Texas Jack, Doc Holliday, Margaret Tobin Brown – a.k.a ‘The Unsinkable Molly Brown’) and the places they frequented like the Tabor Opera House in the center of town:
Leadville is small but it has a plethora of old house museums. Unfortunately, when I visited with a friend in October, it was ‘off-season’ (meaning not the short 3 month summer tourist season) so most of the old house museums were closed for the year.