The house was, according to historical records, built in 1862 and described as the following: “with its its tall proportions, pitched roofs, dormers, gables, and multifarious porches appears to be a ‘summer cottage’ of the 1880’s but actually immured within it is a substantial Civil War era house.” ‘Multifarious’…how often do you see that word used today, but perhaps the Yellow House deserved such flowery language in its heyday.
A number of beautiful heritage homes have disappeared in recent years from the town on the St. Lawrence river where I grew up, and I mourn their passing. The owners and tenants were my friends when I was a child, and I have fond memories of birding and gardening with them, of learning about local history, drinking iced tea with them on their verandas on hot summer afternoons. It was magical.
Your comment reminded me of my childhood New England town and the loss of those heritage buildings. I was barely out of high school when the most beautiful library I have ever seen was razed for a bricks and mortar building and slowly the others disappeared in the name of progress.
What a fascinating story and I love your detailed descriptions of the Yellow House and its inhabitants. The bears on the fire escape is an amazing story, beats anything anyone could make up. It's long been a dream of mine to live in a third floor apartment of a Victorian. Thank you, Frances!
Some would say it is all in the name of progress! Thank you for writing the story about this house and hope you enjoyed writing it as much as much as I enjoyed reading it.
And thank you for your comment, Linda. I've talked about the house with people who experienced it but writing this was quite therapeutic for me. I'm so happy you enjoyed it.
A number of beautiful heritage homes have disappeared in recent years from the town on the St. Lawrence river where I grew up, and I mourn their passing. The owners and tenants were my friends when I was a child, and I have fond memories of birding and gardening with them, of learning about local history, drinking iced tea with them on their verandas on hot summer afternoons. It was magical.
Your comment reminded me of my childhood New England town and the loss of those heritage buildings. I was barely out of high school when the most beautiful library I have ever seen was razed for a bricks and mortar building and slowly the others disappeared in the name of progress.
What a fascinating story and I love your detailed descriptions of the Yellow House and its inhabitants. The bears on the fire escape is an amazing story, beats anything anyone could make up. It's long been a dream of mine to live in a third floor apartment of a Victorian. Thank you, Frances!
Thank you, Elizabeth. The irony of you reading this on the day I read of your trip to visit David hasn't escaped me. Ah, life.
Some would say it is all in the name of progress! Thank you for writing the story about this house and hope you enjoyed writing it as much as much as I enjoyed reading it.
And thank you for your comment, Linda. I've talked about the house with people who experienced it but writing this was quite therapeutic for me. I'm so happy you enjoyed it.
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