Monday, March 27th, 2006
I’m back home after several days in Louisville, Kentucky, where I got three massive blisters on my feet, saw snow for the first time in years, met Mikey from American Choppers, and was falsely accused of paparazzi-ism by a member of an aging country music star’s entourage.
I’m so glad to be home I can’t even express it. It took all my self-control not to fall down and kiss the hideous vinyl floor.
I rolled into Eutaw at about midnight Friday. Saturday morning we attended an auction at an antebellum house my parents are interested in here in town. It’s an awesome house with 16-foot ceilings (!!!!) and it’s on the National Register. Still, it needs LOTS of work. For example, the kitchen has a gigantic dip in the floor, there are big patches of plaster falling off everywhere, and it more than likely needs all-new plumbing and electrical.
My parents have never owned an old house before and are usually not the DIY types. However, they are approaching retirement age, and already my dad is bored. Lately, he has taken to gardening and going all out with the Christmas lights – things he rarely did when we were growing up.
Plus, Dad is a big history buff. He’s the person who taught me to appreciate history. Though I’m dubious whether he and Mom have the patience for this project, I can see Dad really loving owning a piece of history like that.
And the yard is 10 acres and gorgeous. My dad was a forester for years, so he is a sucker for a lovely piece of land with some giant old trees. Trekking through the tall grass with him on Saturday reminded me of the times as a child when he would take me for walks and teach me the names of the trees.
Also this weekend, we got to see inside another National Register house in Eutaw, this one in impeccable condition. It was so beautiful. Best of all, the house has only had three owners (like ours, but this house is much older) and several photos, portraits, books and even CLOTHES were left in the house by the original owners. They have a black mourning dress on a mannequin, and I almost passed out from joy when I saw it. *SIGH* I’m so jealous.
Speaking of National Register stuff, the owners of that house advised us to start the application process to register our house. I didn’t realize a house only has to be 100 years old to qualify. I thought it had to be “significant” in some way, but apparently just being at least 100 years old is significant enough, especially since we’re in a town that’s chock full of National Register houses.
I need to look into it some more. Anyone out there gone through the registration process? Seems like I’ve read it’s reeeeeally complicated and time-consuming. But these folks said it wasn’t too bad.