This is an example of ecstasy to a salvager. A cabin this nice doesn’t come around often enough.
I’m not certain of the story of this cabin, I just dropped in when I saw the work going on during one my drives around.
I wish it had been mine to work with. She was a honey.
Originally posted 2015-05-23 14:06:20.
I do love the homes from the Tidewater area of Virginia and North Carolina.
This photo was a “drive-by shooting”. I never did get around to tracking down it’s owner and seeing if I could peek inside.
I’ve heard the area in between the chimneys is for the oven… can any of you Tidewaterings confirm? or set me straight?
Originally posted 2015-05-23 13:33:01.
Masons never put out the effort to make the backsides of their chimney’s attractive. lol I have never seen the hidden side of a chimney to be as nice as the front. One day I’m going to be surprised… maybe.
Originally posted 2015-05-22 15:27:18.
Originally posted 2015-05-22 15:05:33.
I think it would be nice to come home to a red house.
That’s quite an addition to the backside isn’t it?
Originally posted 2015-05-22 14:55:33.
I know this is going to be hard for some to believe, but, at one time, things were made here in America.
Originally posted 2015-05-21 21:52:13.
Perfection.
It is possible to build a home that improves the landscape, imagine that. In a world where man seems to create one eyesore after another, he once improved the world with his efforts.
There is a log home buried underneath this siding.
Originally posted 2015-05-21 14:02:10.
This house stood in the middle of cornfield… with not a single tree in sight. Her yard was not much more than dusty Virginia red clay. And that same clay served as the cement between the foundation and chimney stones.
The house was so tall… I guess because of the ten foot ceilings on both floors, which sat upon an elevated English basement. Or maybe it just appeared tall as it was the only thing taller than the corn.
All that remained of this old home, other than the masonry, was the framing, siding, and metal roof. Everything else had long ago been removed. “Stolen” the land owner told me.
I’ve never seen a more parched structure.
She had baked in that field for a couple hundred years.
Her wood was almost brittle to the touch. It would practically crumble in my hand.
Old houses each have their own character don’t they?
Originally posted 2015-05-20 23:33:29.
When you work with old materials such as antique logs, it’s inevitable that you start to acquire piles, and piles, of misc materials.
Whenever a pile would reach a stage where I could build something out of it I’d put the crew on a mission to do just that.
I’d generally pick the newest crewmen… the ones with the least experience and the lowest level of confidence. I’ve always found that the best teacher in this trade is found in the act of “doing”.
I guess that’s true of most things.
I’d often sell these “odds and ends” structures at, or below, cost. I long ago lost track of the number of these that were built. But, here is one, under construction, to share with you today.
Originally posted 2015-05-20 13:31:57.
One of the greatest homes that I’ve ever seen. To me it was hollowed ground. I quietly looked around, took a few photos, and then left, never to return.
I know… I need help. 🙂
Originally posted 2015-05-20 13:16:32.
