I saw photos of this brownstone this morning. It is amazing to me that there are people who still do not appreciate these beautiful structures. My understanding is this building was purchased last year by an investor and is now being flipped. There is no way that I would sell a home like this. I would have to fix it and live in it myself.
If you have been following my blog for a while, then you know about my PASSION for historic preservation. Continue reading →
Above is an 1893 etching of the west sitting hall in the White House as it looked at that time. Continue reading →
Thank God that everyone got out safely.
Everyone was in shock.
I remember being at work at the time and receiving an email about it as it was happening. The force of the fire had blown out some windows of the house next door which is owned by a friend of mine.
Troy is such an architecturally beautiful place, so from a preservationists standpoint it is doubly devastating when we lose any building by fire or demolition. We are happy that no one was physically harmed in this fire and that the home could be saved.
Photos courtesy of Albany Times Union
Today I had the honor of conducting a home tour.
These lovely people were in town from Florida visiting their old childhood city. Coming back here brought back so many memories for them and I was glad to be of assistance.
I grew up in Brooklyn, and Troy reminds me a lot of my growing up years. I wish I could go back there and see the first two apartments that my family lived in when we first came to America. I am very sentimental in that way.
I had promised to give periodic tours of my home when I finished the restoration. It isn’t finished, but if you wait for the perfect time to do something it will never come. So I offered up the tour.
I found it a lot of fun, and I loved it when they asked questions as I took them from room to room. I would definitely do it again.
All of the photos are of Victorian home interiors in Brooklyn, New York where I grew up. This explains how I cultivated my love of older homes. I did not have this appreciation from the start though. It took me several years to cultivate my love for older homes. When I was a little girl, if I went to the house of family or friends and saw this kind of interior (which was often) I would think to myself how down right old-fashioned, and thank goodness homes were no longer built that way. It was not until I reached my twenties that my love of older homes started to take shape.
My first apartment was in a building that was built some time before WWI. The lobby was a work of art in itself with all the mosaic tile, brass and stained glass windows. The apartment that I rented was so spacious. The foyer was so big that I thought surely it qualified to be called a room. Every room was huge and the ceilings were very high. Even though I had grown up living in old historic buildings my appreciation for them did not come about until my very early twenties. When I would go to visit my friends who rented in newer buildings, I noticed how boxy and nondescript their apartments were. Then I would return to mine that had so much old world character and I noticed the difference. Today I am a staunch supporter of historic preservation.
Source of all photos above
Here is the interior of the apartment I lived in with my family from age nine to nineteen. I typed in the address a several months ago and was delighted to find photos of the very apartment we lived in. The three family house was built in 1901. I may have posted these pictures before.