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What a million will buy you
Monday, 5:55 pm
By Kate
Jul
18
2005
Last year a number of people in town were upset and angry when a landmark establishment sold off a large chunk of property to a developer for new housing construction. No one could ask for a much better location, but it’s just not the done thing around here. This particular street is historic. It is lined with 200+ year old sea captains’ homes. Beautiful stately homes, three storeys high, with the requisite widow’s walks on their roofs. Many of them still have a clear view of the harbor and beyond from up top.
I have to admit that I was among those aghast at the idea of brand new construction in an historic area. We all watched to see what they were going to build. Slowly, but surely, a house began to take form. The big yellow house below is the finished product. It looks as if it has always been there. As fine a sea captain’s house as ever was built. All the way down to flowers and shrubbery and brick sidewalks. Except for the missing widow’s walk, it is an accurate reproduction of a period home and it is a beautiful house that, as of last week, was finally for sale. Asking price is one million dollars. I’m actually surprised that it isn’t more. The house is huge.
(Warning: The pop-up photos are quite large—approx. 100k. If you are on dial-up, you’ll need some patience to view them.)
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I noticed a couple of weeks ago that my favorite very old house (and one that is frequently photographed) had its summer wreath on the door. I have probably mentioned before that there must be an unwritten rule that says all residents should do their utmost to display wreaths on their front doors all year around. It is a lovely sight to see house after house after house bewreathed for every season. And, of course, there is an unspoken competition to see who can find the prettiest or most unusual wreath. Whoever chooses the wreaths for this house has an unerring eye. If awards were given, they’d win every year. I love this wreath.
