I, too, love old houses. If I were thirty years younger, I would love to live in your town and work toward a self sustained lifestyle. At a certain age, you look around what you have and fall in love again every day. There are things to be repaired and a few irritations, but as I sit here, I truly could not be happier or more grateful!
I live in my back porch mostly. The house is small by today’s standards, but bigger than we need….but I couldn’t walk away from the location or the porch.
We live in a very rural unspoilt area of Virginia. Our tiny hamlet, current population 25, was established before the Revolutionary War and was a thriving town with its own bank and currency and an active river transportation industry. All that changed with the Civil War, the docks and most of the buildings were burnt by Sheridan.
Only our house and a few others survived, spared to use as hospitals and for housing conquering northern officers.
Construction of our home began with a log cabin built in 1750. In 1840, the bank president built another house on the property and the log cabin became the kitchen.
I love this house! I am in awe when I think of the conversations these walls have heard and the history that transpired on and around the property.
My husband and I think of our home as a loan, a trust, we are tasked with preserving. We know the hard work and financial responsibility necessary to preserve these places can be daunting but encourage others to have the vision and take the step. It is worth it for yourself and those yet to come.
I, too, love old houses. If I were thirty years younger, I would love to live in your town and work toward a self sustained lifestyle. At a certain age, you look around what you have and fall in love again every day. There are things to be repaired and a few irritations, but as I sit here, I truly could not be happier or more grateful!
Maybe just a little summer home.
I live in my back porch mostly. The house is small by today’s standards, but bigger than we need….but I couldn’t walk away from the location or the porch.
We live in a very rural unspoilt area of Virginia. Our tiny hamlet, current population 25, was established before the Revolutionary War and was a thriving town with its own bank and currency and an active river transportation industry. All that changed with the Civil War, the docks and most of the buildings were burnt by Sheridan.
Only our house and a few others survived, spared to use as hospitals and for housing conquering northern officers.
Construction of our home began with a log cabin built in 1750. In 1840, the bank president built another house on the property and the log cabin became the kitchen.
I love this house! I am in awe when I think of the conversations these walls have heard and the history that transpired on and around the property.
My husband and I think of our home as a loan, a trust, we are tasked with preserving. We know the hard work and financial responsibility necessary to preserve these places can be daunting but encourage others to have the vision and take the step. It is worth it for yourself and those yet to come.
If I ever sell my home I hope it goes to a young family but I am told it is illegal to choose a buyer off of such criteria.
Wonderful, I'd love to see it.