Door Knocker and Knob.

I had to open a screen door to snap the pic of that knocker.

#1. WHY was this knocker behind a screen door? It was a nice screen door, but still.

#2. What dumb painter smeared paint all over THAT knocker?

This is a nice knob and all, but with a knocker like that... The knob kinda gets lost.

Oh.....We were Here.

Parts of the boxwood garden date back to the 1840's.

This house was finished in 1916.

I know the guy in blue, however the man with the girl popped out from behind that bush right when I snapped this pic.

Won't You Be My neighbor?

Would you be mine?

(two doors down)

Could you be mine?

(National Register)

I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you.

I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

So, let's make the most of this beautiful day.

Since we're together we might as well say:

Would you be mine?

Could you be mine?

Won't you be my neighbor?

All of these beauties are 4 sale with in walking distance of ThirteenEleven.


I bake good pies, even if I don't have kitchen cabinets. I give away garden veggies. I have pretty flowers, but my lawn guy doesn't like to do lawns, so sometimes we have tall grass.
( He also kills lawn mowers. We went through 3 this season. Another post, another day.)

This earworm of a song goes out to..........Renovation Therapy. You'll thank me later.

Sunday Walk: Open House...

I saw the open house sign and I had to go since.....




I love this house. Remember. (click)





Original Fireplaces....check....





original windows and staircases.....check.

original built-ins.....check.

original butler's pantry.....check.....

but....

What the heck did they do to this KITCHEN....... YIKES........

OK......It doesn't looks so bad in this picture, but in the space it did not fit this house, and was poorly finished.

And they did it to the bathrooms too.

A Warm Colorful Day....

Golden and red trees

Nod to the soft breezem
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"

And the brown nuts fall

At the wind's loud call,

For this is the Fall of the year.

Good-by, sweet flowers!

Through bright Summer hours

You have filled our hearts with cheer

We shall miss you so,

And yet you must go,

For this is the Fall of the year.

Now the days grow cold,

As the year grows old,

And the meadows are brown and sere;

Brave robin redbreast

Has gone from his nest,

For this is the Fall of the year.

Verse from

A Fall Song

by Ellen Field

Photos from yesterdays walk.

Sunday Walk: Town Cemetery

I know.......today is not Sunday.....

but let us pretend that I posted this on Sunday after I took this walk...to the town Cemetery.

There was once a band stand and a school on the same grounds as this cemetery. Bands played, speeches were made, stories were told, and memories were cherished.

The school was established in 1826 and the cemetery in 1830.

I have been here several times, reading the headstones.

Not until this visit, did I realize so many of the homes that surround ThirteenEleven's original builders are here. If I could ever figure out who build our house....I believe he would be here with his neighbors.

The monuments are quite breathtaking and heart warming. These women were well loved.

Dora

Nannie

and Elizabeth.




Elizabeth stands tall gleaming in white marble with classic Greek form.

One hand near here heart and the other hand holding an anchor.

"Beautiful pure and noble...."

"She fell asleep to awake in the land of cloudless days and endless joy."

Nannie.

Her long hair is swept to one side, and she wraps herself in a cape. While one hand holds up the cape and dress, the other hand reaches down to a wood cross.

"This Memorial is a husbands tribute to a beloved wife who was the desire of his eyes and filled every want of his nature. Her life was a poem of beauty, rich in every womanly grace and virtue was by death anointed with all it needed Immortality. She is gone to the mountain of myrrh and to the hills of frankensense until the day break and shadows flee away."

Dora.

Dora faces east. The other monuments face west. With baby in one hand and a pleading toddler clinging to her leg Dora is reaching to the sky.

"Erected in the grateful memory of the beautiful character, the peerless excellence of my beloved wife Dora Ferrell Cody who was the gift of God to me the embodiment of his smile, the angel ministrant to my home. In the morning of youth and beauty he gave her in the noontide. He called her home. The world is fairer that her unselfish life bloomed with in it; it is richer because of her imperishable loveliness."

From the dates and names on the surrounding graves. Dora gave birth to a son, Thorton on 3.13.1896, she died on 4.11.1896 and Thorton died on 7.28 of the same year. From the sculpture I would guess she had a toddler at the time.

The Garden Lecture....

The Garden Lecture was at the big house's visitor's center. In the two years I have lived across the street, I have never been to the visitors center.






The big house has only been open to the public a few years. ( 4 I think)





Once, when I was working for a caterer I delivered there. The kitchen was sooo very early 1900's,

but HUGE! and COOL!







The lecture was based on the book Legends in the Garden, and was given by the author, Linda Copeland. Basically it is the stories about the people behind the names of plants and flowers,
such as the Nellie Stevens holly.

Several times during the presentation I was distracted because the drapes and valance in the meeting room did not match the carpet. I often wondered to my self.....WHAT IN THE HECK was the decorator thinking..... I sooooo wanted to get a picture of how bad the drapes did not go with the carpet. In scale of the very busy patterns or even color. The color was close, and maybe if there was a change in scale of the pattern it would have been ok.

My grandmother has a saying about being close if you are passing on a galloping horse is ok....Or something along this line. But I was not galloping on a horse, I was stuck in a 20x30 foot room with the drapes closed for an hour.

That being said....the display room and the rest of the visitors center was well done and quite nice. Wine, Fruit and cheese was served as a reception and everyone mingled a bit.

Since there was a no interior pics policy.... I did get a shot from the terrace of the visitors center looking onto the grounds of the big house's estate.

Sunday Walk

In town they are workin' on one of the old buildings. They took down the existing facade and this was revealed.
I hope it stays..



I have always loved this bungalow. Years ago, it was for sale and I went in and looked at it.
It had great classic bungalow detail with nice built in's and origional bath fixtures. It also has one of those old fashioned "ringer" type door bells built into the door.


Just some other nice details.

Have a great Sunday, folks.

A Walk from the Past...

In the mid 1930's some other alleged old house nut took pictures of the same houses I have snapped.

(Well, Actually...I have never posted this house...there are always cars parked out front. One day I will get a shot with out the cars. The house is a little different with part of the porch enclosed. I do still covet the door and side lights every time I pass it. And look at the dormer windows....Beauts!!)

But wait....
In the 1930's, these house's weren't that old. So this must have been just a house nut. Not an old house nut.

(This house was built in the late 20's. It replaced a grand Victorian. One of the magnolias is still there today. Just bigger of''course.)

(It is the magnolia on the left...Not in this shot.)

This person walked down the same street (our street)talking pictures. I wonder if folks looked at them weird, like they look at me?

(This home is 2 houses down from ThirteenEleven. It too was built in the late 20's. )

(I did not know it had lower windows to the left...)

See those trees in the back....That is our back yard. Yep! The Kudzu Jungle.

When I got to this house....I just could not place it.... I thought...."It looks familiar??...." Then I went to the front porch, and looked across the street. BLONDE MOMENT! Again.....

Well , Sorry to say....there is not snow in July in Georgia.

This picture is from January. It fit in....

Sadly...This photographer did not think much about an ol' bungalow. Our house was left out. The neighbor's house on our other side was not yet built.