Finding new life after more than two hundred years shows fortitude and resilience. Jo-Jo’s late 18th century home sat directly on the frozen earth, no modern barriers of protection, its only insulation the newspaper and sail cloth that lined the walls underneath the wall paper. Who knew wallpaper wasn’t all form, it was a big part function. I stand educated. Perhaps all these less technical methods allowed the house to breath. One’s survival depends on it, after all. I thought the old girl would crumble when she was jacked up, when that carefully preserved earth was shoveled from under her, when her old bones, which were crooked with age, were laid gently down on her new foundation, miraculously, they did not break.
She rested, and settled, and straightened herself out. When they say “built to last” this is what they mean. Like a surgeon at work on a poor souls scoliosis riddled back, when the builders were done, she’d grown taller. Nearly a foot of ceiling height was gained, a modest 6′ addition added to the rear of the house to accommodate another bedroom. She underwent eye surgery of sorts, getting all new windows, and a hair cut in the form of asphalt shingles. Her every day dress is shingled on three sides, but she’s wears her Sunday best, in the form of pale grey painted clapboards, and Nantucket Red painted doors, on her front facade, greeting Parishioners as they head to Holy Trinity just steps away.
She has been an excellent patient, allowing her team to work wonders as they fortify her skeletal structure, remove and strip the toxins – mold, lead, termites – that took up residence at 261 Main, and prepare to insert an entirely new respiratory system (Heat and AC where it didn’t exist before), and a sparkle in her eye, in the form of all new wiring and lighting. Somehow, even now, with not a light on, she manages to shine.
This weekend was all about the big push to outfit her. A gal can’t be expected to wear only one outfit for the next 200 years. Flooring, hardware, appliances, fixtures, paint colors, wallpaper, you name it. My head is swimming. We visited Stonewood Products . 15 Greatwestern Road. W. Harwich to look at flooring and interior siding options. Rough Sawn Fir, and Schoolhouse Oak, Shiplap in Pine. I looked at Smeg, Blue Star, Miele, Bosch, Fisher Paykel, refrigerators and stoves at KAM Appliances . 210 Yarmouth Road . Hyannis, MA. Martha Stewart, Woodman, and Kraft Made kitchen cabinets, and tile, Home Depot. Subway, penny, Carrera, fish scale, Tileworks . 705 Main Street . Harwich. MA. Vanities, sinks, color combinations. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
I’ve never seen the point of troubling too much over the decisions. You make them. Some are good, some are bad. You do your research and then take action. The amount of time you worry over whether or not it’s a good decision, doesn’t seem to impact the outcome for me, one way or the other. So, since time is money. I make them quickly. Jo-Jo does not. There will be a lot of coaxing to get her to commit. She makes me put together design boards with three options for every space. She insists that she is my Client, in the way only Jo-Jo could. In the way only the youngest in the family could get away with. Much love Jo-Jo – you’re boards are in the process of being assembled. Get ready to decide.
As I sit and look at the snow falling in the back yard, I envision a tiny house in its farthest corner. This tiny spit of land already holds two homes, but I feel strongly that it could accommodate one more. It would be tiny after all.