I love old houses. Give me a delicate Victorian, a simple farm house, or a classic Bungalow any day. Old houses have a charm and history that is so rarely found in new construction.
I grew up in two different houses built in the 1800s: an old school house that still had the bell tower on top and antique books and desks in the attic, outside of Lawrence, Kansas, and an old farm house outside of Holden, Missouri.
The one and only time I’ve seen a ghost in my life was inside the Missouri farm house. For reals.
We had a huge barn, and many other outbuildings to explore on our land. I very much wish I could give my son the wonderful experience of having nature to explore, and if I had extra money lying around, the first thing I would do would be to buy some land.
I drive by a few acres with a For Sale sign attached that I wistfully stare at every day. I wish I could buy the land and preserve the trees I know will be quickly cut down when construction begins on the inevitable ugly apartment complex or strip mall that will probably be erected there.
Despite my love of charming old houses, my husband and I knew that with character comes wear, tear, and repairs. We knew we were not going to have the budget to continually fix up a crumbling older home, so we had our house built new for us.
With this also came the option of having an open floor plan which very rarely comes with older homes, and for that I am grateful. My husband is also a tall 6’5″ man who simply wasn’t made to live in low-ceiling-ed older homes. My living room ceiling is 20 feet high, and the living room connects to the kitchen, which works great for a mother who needs to watch her young son.
I love the big windows and the natural light in my home. We save electricity because we don’t need to turn lights on during the day, we just open the blinds and curtains to let the light shine in.
But I still love classic older houses.
Recently, my husband, son and I attended “Rooster Days” in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. This is a little festival/fair sort of deal that I have been trying to drag my husband to since we’ve lived in Oklahoma. This year, I finally got him to acquiesce, so we caught the parade and took our son to ride some of the child-friendly attractions.
On the way back to the car, a hike of a mile or two, we passed some of the older houses in the neighborhood that I love. One is a huge Victorian that I later learned is a popular place to rent out for weddings. Which doesn’t excite me: I’m not a weddings girl. But the house looks beautiful from the outside. It is called the Stinchcomb Mansion, and here are a few shots I snapped as I walked by:
This is another house we walked past that I liked. Cool old farm house:
I didn’t frame the close-up very well, but you get the gist.
Aren’t they pretty?