When Bill and I were first looking for a house together, there were a few things that I really wanted. I didn’t care how many bedrooms or baths, and I didn’t care about the year it was built or the style. Granted, house-hunting is quite different here in New York than anywhere I’ve been. There aren’t “suburbs” and new construction means “double-wide” or anything after 1960. So, I adapted with a few requirements that stuck.
First, I wanted a place to garden. Pulling weeds is relaxing to me, so I need a place to plant things, that I may or may not kill in my own way and time. (I have started a garden of sorts here and the cherry tomatoes are growing!)
Secondly, I really wanted a fireplace. It is so cold here, and the snow makes that bearable. But, the fireplace is my winter therapy. The light even makes a room seem warmer than it is. We’ve adapted the coal fireplace here to a usable status; so we’ll show you that in a later post.
Lastly, I wanted a walk in attic.
Now, I didn’t realize that could be something that one could want, until we visited a glorious Federal home a few towns away. This amazing brick house was a consideration of ours, but the trailer park neighborhood across the street drove away our interest. However, it had a full walk up attic, where “I” could stand! And it had windows, and old trunks! Quickly, needing an attic became a requirement.
For most of the houses we visited, Bill looked at the attic and the basements first, to give me a full report. At 60 West Main, it looked promising when I saw the STAIRS that led up to the attic for this house. Bill shook his head and said, “Well, its a deal breaker, you’re not going to like this.” I couldn’t have imagined what it would look like.
The trap door opened to reveal a full walk up attic, with windows on all four sides and the original beams showing their hardy structure. I was in love, and ready to move my studio in right away. Apparently, though, I’m not allowed to put a wood stove up there, and its not safe to heat without changing the whole thing. We would have to put up sheet rock to cover the beams, and insulation and ultimately hide its glory in order to “use” it for living space.
So, instead, I visit it when I can, and I’ve put a light up there so that it shines through the three stained glass windows up there on winter nights. This year, I might even put a small Christmas tree in one of the front windows.