I don’t know if my love of Queen Anne architecture is a nod to nostalgia or something else. Like many things in my life, design-wise, I don’t question it. It just IS.
Back a few generations, this stately home was built by my husband’s family, right around the turn of the century…I mean the last century…1900:
My mother-in-law grew up there and on occasion, she would share sweet stories about secret rooms, hidden stairwells. Not in a spooky way, more of an old houses have history and reflect their owners/builders way.
She’s still standing, this queenly residence, and is often featured, especially this time of year, in seasonal newspaper and magazine stories about autumn. She was a pretty house.
Yet I never knew she was technically a ‘tower’ Queen Anne style. Interesting. Learning about that helps to bring the memory of my mom-in-law close. Little nuggets do that for me. 😊
Now? She’s been subdivided into apartments. We’re not sure what that’s like but we’re not altogether angry about it. The house fell out of family hands in the 60’s so it hasn’t been “ours” for a very long time. Still, we wonder if the developer kept as much of the interior as possible and wonder, if the secret staircases and tucked-away attic rooms, upon discovery, were kept or swept away. I imagine the latter, for practicality’s sake.
Could we knock on the door and say, ‘Oh hey there…may we come in…this place was special once, to the family who built it and we’re what’s left’. Sure. But we haven’t…and probably won’t. Hubby and I both agree that monkeying with good memories might be a mistake.
So, we’ll admire her from afar…once in a great while driving by but not lingering. The family pics and memorabilia hold the sweet stuff now – including old photos like this one of the family that lived there first – mom-in-law, her siblings and parents, circa 1926:
All of this reminds me of an anonymous quote that I adore:
“Be the things you loved most about the people who are gone.”
Yes, and yes. Generational love for a house…a way of staying connected.
Cheers to you — and thanks for reading.
xo,
Vicki ❤
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