Anyone can vouch for us, from a distance, that “little white farmhouse on the hill” looks absolutely adorable. Who could protest a classic traditional home like that?
But there’s more.
Once you get a little closer, you begin to notice that it’s quite a historic piece. Once you try and enter, you’re reminded that it’s the centerpiece to a ghost town. When you’re inside, you’ll decide it’s not historic. It’s prehistoric. But you decide that after you’ve run past the yellow jacket nests, gotten over the sounds of rat tails rattling against old pots and pans that I hate to admit were used by my family less than a year ago… I really hope we washed those before we used them.
It’s true our little farmhouse has a very quirky bits of… character per say, but it still has a mostly functioning frame, and it *should* be mostly salvageable. At the beginning of this project, some of the siding was coming off, a few boards inside were rotting, a couple of generations of rats had been residing in numerous places, the plumbing seldom worked properly, the water was unsafe, and the electric wiring was more like a death trap than a functioning system. There was a water leak that was dripping into the front bedroom, and the entire house could use a good clean.
Not to mention that it was incredibly stylish for the 60’s.
Here’s some of these “character developing traits” in pictures:
Isn’t that pretty? The falling, green-tinted siding, along with some ancient exposed insulation, the old air conditioning unit, screens peeling off windows, and the many mysteries of the under-the house- world.
It’s going to be a long project, isn’t it?
This looks lovely! The picture doesn’t show the mud dobber nests, but you can see the elegantly draped electric wires strangling the entirety of the view. Now let’s get a close up to the entry to the mudroom…
This was taken shortly after demo-day, so the mess and the exposed leveling makes sense, but we really need to take a moment to appreciate this hand rail. My grandfather must have been the DIY king before the days of Pinterest. Are those re-used pipes? A wire of some sort? A PVC pipe? Classy.
And of course, we can welcome our guests into our [extremely] humble abode with those weathered concrete steps and the molding wood holding up the floorboards. How… lovely.
The porch actually has a lot of potential. It’s cute. Except for the random bug nests, myriad spiderwebs (with some impressive sized spiders that I didn’t even know inhabited Texas!), molding lattice, more DIY handrails, and spray painted concrete (!?). It is a sweet space though. The view isn’t half bad. You can watch the horizon setting over the main cow pasture with a few neighboring houses in the distance. And that one guy’s field of old car parts. Alright, it isn’t great, but I am still attached to it because I have countless memories of sitting on the porch with my family in the mornings as we feast on powdered doughnuts. Those were the days…
This was also taken after demo-day, so we can ignore the cinder blocks and the excavated siding. Once we rip off the electric (?) work, and reposition those windows, this can be cute.
And of course this. I posted this picture in my last post. I’m still mad about the roof line.
Sure, there’s a lot that needs work, but with something this meaningful to our family with this much history in it, we’re willing to put in any amount of TLC this little house needs.
OUT AND ONWARD!