Old Architecture – My Favorite Design

April 9, 2019

Old Architecture – My Favorite Design

I’ve moved around a lot.  My favorite house, architecturally, was this lovely old place in Holly Hill, South Carolina that was built in 1904 or 06.  It was amazing.

It was bright without ever turning a light on, even in the hallways.  It was two-story with an attic that had three hidden rooms in it!  It had three fireplaces, but the one in the kitchen had been closed off.  The upstairs had a landing that opened to four bedrooms and two bathrooms with a linen closet on the north end.  The bedrooms and bathrooms interconnected!  You could enter the bedroom on the far southeast end of the landing, that connected to upstairs bathroom number one, which then entered the northeast bedroom, which had a large walk-in closet that had a sliding door into the huge walk-in closet for the northwest bedroom, of course then you are in the northwest bedroom which connects to the second bathroom, and finally enter the southwest bedroom.  In addition to a door into the landing, this bedroom had a sliding door to a very hot upstairs sunroom full of screened windows that could be opened.  Daddy used it as a craft room but said it was supposed to be an upstairs conservatory for growing plants.   One such conservatory was also downstairs, but it was about three times as large as the one upstairs.

Downstairs had a large room that we turned into the family room.  There was also a huge, long room that Daddy said was supposed to be for entertaining and opened to the outside portico with a huge, heavy, beautifully carved wooden door.  There were also two dining rooms!  One was giant and long like the front “entertaining” room.  The three big rooms wrapped the front of the house, connected to each other with double French glass doors.  The entertaining room opened to the hallway at the base of the wide staircase with beautifully carved handrails and supports with the same double French doors.  Daddy said that was for “grand entrances” like for sixteenth birthdays and weddings.  The huge dining room connected to the smaller dining room with a heavy carved-wooden swinging door on double hinges that we loved going through because each way was the “right way” to open it.  The smaller dining room was my favorite; it was a long built-in bench around a sturdy oak built-in table that angled along the back wall and around the bright window that jutted out from the house.  It was warm in the morning and brilliant all day.  Unless you ate after dark, you never needed a light. Every room was brilliant with natural light that bounced off of the 12 foot high white ceilings and soaked into the warm wooden floors and trim.

Daddy said the house was made for entertaining.  His childhood house in Savannah, Georgia, was supposedly almost the same as this house, minus the three 6 by 10 rooms in the attic (I considered them “small” in relation to everything else in that house although that is the size of the girls’ barracks now!).  Daddy said those were servant’s quarters, and just like the interconnecting rooms and tiny, steep, circular back staircase; they were meant to keep the servants out of sight of everyone else.  Oh, yes, one of the walk-in closets had a sliding door that led into the linen closet which was large enough to have the access ladder into one of the attic rooms.  The main attic access was this giant pull-down folding staircase.  It literally started about two feet from the top of the stairs in the upstairs landing and was a full, sturdy, staircase.  Daddy said this was because the original occupants probably had heavy furniture to be moved up and down depending on the season.  There was a giant fan in the attic that sucked all the air through the house – you had to open the three outside doors and could have flown a box-kite in the wind it created!  This was likely to be used in the summer to get the warm air out before air conditioning was added, but Daddy used it in the winter to freeze the entire house.  (He liked the air cold.)

The remaining rooms downstairs included the conservatory off of the huge entertaining room.  This was Daddy’s favorite room because he and Mom filled it with plants and our birds.  It was Robert’s (a parrot) favorite room too – probably his favorite room from all of our houses.  It was about 30 feet long and at least 10 feet wide, more than half the size of the house I live in now!  There was also a small “study” with a half bathroom under the stairs. (It had an angled room and we kids would run downstairs just to use this “cool” bathroom’s potty instead of the two upstairs!)  Daddy turned the study into one Computer Room.  This study was the entrance into the grand master bedroom.  This bedroom was sprawling!  It had deep, lush carpet and spread 15 by 30 feet!  Daddy measured all of the big rooms out of curiosity, and I was just entering my “designing” phase so I measured everything and drew “plans” of that house.  This bedroom had double walk-in closets that reminded me of the ones in Princess Mia’s bedroom – the “lady’s” closet had built-in shoe racks for nearly a hundred shoes (Mom’s five or six pairs looked so lonely there), long dress racks, a fold-out ironing board, three tiered racks for shorts, tops, and skirts, cubicles for jeans and such, and dresser-drawers for underwear!  Mom used over half of her closet for box storage (there was plenty of partitioned storage space on top of the racks, Daddy said it was for luggage and trunks).  The “gentlemen’s” closet was a modest 5 by 10 feet, but still that was huge to me!  There was a giant bathroom adjoining.  It had double sinks, double cabinets, a shower stall, and a bathtub that looked like a small pool!  (We kids used it as a pool!)

And finally, the most important room in the whole house: the kitchen.  This kitchen was the first I’d even seen with an island.  The sinks were deep and wide.  The whole turkey roasting pan fit in one side.  But my favorite part was the custom cabinets – they unfolded like an accordion with perfect storage space for quart mason jars (which left regular pound veggie cans with a little breathing room).  The kitchen opened into the small dining room so the spectators would join in conversation with the kitchen workers or watch the show.

It was built of sturdy concrete and red brick with real wood everywhere.  I used this house as a base for my dream house because it taught me three important designs I loved;

  • There is never an excess of light and distributing it throughout a house can be aided by windows, glass interior doors, dutch doors, and bright paint.
  • Having multiple stories rather than one increases the available light and allows for extra living space with less wasted yard. (A three story building is awesome.)
  • Sturdy, heavy-duty materials are better at keeping weather out (We went through three hurricanes and three or four tropical storms while we were in that house!) and loud sounds out. (This house was on a busy county road yet we rarely heard the 18-wheelers going by.)

One day, I hope to have a similar home either to restore or build – I hoped I’d be able to raise my children in a smaller house designed bright, open, and interconnected like my favorite house, but I have enjoyed everywhere we’ve called home.

Think back to your favorite architecture, was it a childhood home?  The home you are in now?  A place you visited?  Isn’t it neat to think about?

Thanks for reading!

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~Nancy Tart

Organization for Clothing

How eight months of one system taught the girls how to keep a neater barracks!

September 6, 2018

Organization for Clothing

I like things organized.

I also can’t stand washing tons of clothing.

One day I’d finally finished with 7 loads of clothing and walked back to the barracks (girls’ bedroom) to check on something… and walked onto a four-inch-thick carpet of folded clothing just dropped on the floor!  (Rebeccah’s and Christina’s bed were quilted with their clothing!)

Instantly, I was like, “come put your clothes in your drawers!”

Five voices replied with, “There’s no room.”

Lightbulb!  They have too many clothes.

We had just moved from a house where clothing storage wasn’t an issue.  We had two large closets, plenty of hanging space, and a full dresser for each girl.  Now the barracks had two dressers where three had three drawers on the smaller one and two had two on the larger one.  They had enough space for their play clothes in the drawers while the small closet had enough space for everyone’s hanging nice clothes.

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At least, it originally had enough room.

But we love hand-me-downs.  And my kids sometimes don’t want to admit they have grown out of something so it sits in their drawers.

Lightbulb!  I can do this and teach them organizational skills!

I already intercepted and tossed torn or otherwise destroyed clothes on their way to the washer (this led Christina to doing her own laundry because she LOVED certain clothes and keeps nighttime outfits until they literally fall apart), if anything no longer met the clothing modesty guidelines, it was altered, donated, or handed to the next in line, and shoes had to fit in the shoe compartments (everyone has two cubicles) – notice the flip-flops are community property.

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Rebeccah loves shoes, so do you see that polka-dotted sheet on one corner of her bed?  That hides a small cardboard box in which she keeps her special shoes! (It’s out of reach of the dress-up crowd & saved so the polish doesn’t get scuffed.)

We started doing what I already do to my clothes every month.  Purging.

For the next eight months, we used this system.  I have a list of “necessaries,” otherwise known as clothes they should have.  We would start on a day when all the laundry was complete.  Starting with the oldest, she’d bring in her clothes and go through them to make sure she still fit and wanted them, retiring destroyed stuff to the garbage, putting aside items she had outgrown, and packing away stuff she didn’t want anymore.  She’d pick out the necessaries, put them away, and fill the space with whatever else she wanted.  Anything extra went in the donate pile.

The next in line would repeat, with the option of augmenting her supply with otherwise “donated” items from previous big sister.

Necessities: Five bottoms (two must be jeans), five tops, one church outfit, one long sleeve “jacket,” seven pairs of underwear and socks, two nighttime outfits, one pair of sneakers, and one pair of church shoes.

All the above fit into one of the drawers and on two hangers easily, so there was plenty of leftover space for other clothes.

This system gave them inspiration to roll or fold their clothing in order to keep everything fitting well.   Lucas has only one drawer and he keeps everything neat!

This system lasted only eight months because by that time, all of them were purging their own stashes as needed.  We didn’t have to make it a monthly event anymore.  Even Lucas will put a shirt on and if it’s too tight, he will pull it off, say “time for someone else to wear you,” and lay it on my bed.  (His drawer is in my bedroom.)

Kimberly and Rebeccah love having lots of choices, so they utilize more of the hanging space than Jaquline and Jillian.  Christina’s hanging space is loaded with CAP uniforms, and a couple of dresses from her aunts which she claims “I’ll never wear, but I keep just in case.”

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Our system has only backfired once so far: when Christina was planning for encampment, she was required to have 12 undecorated t-shirts in two specific colors plus 6 “workout shirts” (additional plain t-shirts!).  We had to search every thrift and resale shop in Saint Augustine for enough tan, black, and white t-shirts!  When she got back there was the issue of keeping them stored – Christina didn’t want to hang them all or give them away since she planned on going to future encampments so she just rolled them in her luggage bag and hung it in the closet!  It took less space than 18 hangers.

Going backward: I was about 14, stood in front of my mobile closet (clothes rack), and spent almost fifteen minutes deciding what to wear!  That started me on the lifestyle of keeping necessities, only a few other items with specific purposes that fit into whatever clothes storage system I had, and routinely donating what I couldn’t fit or didn’t want.  Call it purging or minimalist, or whatever, it helps me spend less time thinking about clothing… and hopefully, I’ve passed that practicality on in some way.

Thanks for reading!

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~Nancy Tart

 

 

 

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