Wednesday, April 12th, 2006
Last Friday the weather people did their usual panic-inducing Storm of the Century stuff, so all the schools in our area closed early in anticipation of tornadoes. Because the kiddies would be left to wander the streets and become drug addicts and prostitutes, many businesses in town closed early to let the parents go home. Whew, that was a close one.
Kids or no kids, I got off at 2 p.m. Since the sun was shining and the sky was blue with puffy white clouds (the storms didn’t show up for another 12 hours), and I remembered to bring my camera with me that day, I decided it was finally time for the Photographic Tour of Tuscaloosa I’ve been planning.
We live in Eutaw, but I work in Tuscaloosa. It’s the town where I went to high school and college. In college, I often spent my sunny afternoons riding around the historic districts surrounding the university, falling in love left and right.
The bulk of the houses in this area were built in the ’20s-’40s, I’d say. There are few Victorians and antebellums, many bungalows and English-style brick cottages.
No matter the style, one thing is consistent across the board. They are expensive! On the fashionable Deering Place, the tiniest, cheapest, beat-up-iest bungalow costs $110,000 more than our house. And then you get to live next door to a house rented to 6 college students.
Is it becoming clear yet why Eutaw was so appealing?
Still, I can’t help sighing a little over the houses. So pretty. So so pretty. It’s like shopping for handbags – you know the one you have is perfectly lovely, but so is that one over there and over there and over there. Only with houses you can’t exactly treat yourself to an extra one or five.
Here are a few of the cutie pies:
And of course I have to mention the hideous:
Tomorrow, a look at my second favorite house style: Tudor.