Happy Turkey Day, ya’ll! The missus is working, and so are the painters, so I count myself lucky to be able to enjoy my coffee at a leisurely pace before heading to the yard for some good old-fashioned raking. Weezie and I were in New York City last weekend for a friend’s wedding. It was a great time to visit, crisp but not bone-chilling, with holiday decorations just beginning to appear.
One thing that kept catching my eye were the “for rent” signs all over the city which used “pre-war” vintage as a selling point. In big-city parlance, I know this translates to: “pint-sized, but with craftsmanship and details not found in newer construction”. If I lived in the City, I would no doubt be among those people attracted to earlier apartment buildings. It reminds me, though, of my favorite old-house quote:
“It’s not good because it’s old, it’s old because it’s good.”
Most of New York’s colonial past is literally buried, with new buildings continually replacing older ones. This forward-looking attitude is exactly what one expects in the Big Apple, but it makes me appreciate even more how lucky we are to own a home that’s pre-Revolutionary war, with craftsmanship to match. Any Europeans reading this are snickering at the delight I derive from this 260 year old structure, but I really get a kick out of having a physical connection to that formative period our country’s history.
Today, I count myself very lucky and very thankful for our new home, and for all the interesting stories it will tell us over the years.