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

Different Woods

How can splitting wood teach us about life?

October 10, 2018

Different Woods

Have you ever split wood?  As a child, I watched my Daddy split wood for a fireplace when we stayed at a cabin in the Smoky Mountains.  We camped all the time, so being in a cabin was a little different for us – we were actually going to spend that Christmas in an A-frame cabin with a big fireplace!  I was young, but remember being so excited.  We were praying for snow!

I’d helped chop wood a few times before this, but it was never splitting big round logs, it was always just cutting small roots or scrap wood from fallen trees discovered in the backyard so the scrap bits would fit in our firepit.  I’d always used this tiny ax. (Daddy called it a hatchet, and although he said “the Indians in Davy Crocket used weapons exactly like this,” we were warned NEVER to play with the hatchet.  We made “hatchets” out of wood to run around like Indians instead.)

At the cabin, Daddy was using the BIG ax, it had about a three foot handle, maybe four feet, with a weighted gleaming head.  Daddy would raise that ax up over his head, swing hard, and with a crash it would come down.  Most of the time, his blows would chop the round wood into three or four hunks.  Sometimes, the ax went thud and stuck.  Daddy would step on the wood, wiggle the ax, and go again.  Sometimes, the ax would take three of four cuts to split the wood.

My sisters, brother, and I were watching, fascinated at our Daddy’s strength, from what Mom considered a “safe distance” – I’m pretty sure we were inside watching through the window, but can’t be sure.  What I do remember, is what he said to us later.  It might have been a day or so later, but I remember the wood-splitting was fresh in my mind and we were sitting around the fireplace when he started talking.

“Did you see how it’s easy to cut one type of wood but harder to cut another?” Daddy asked.

We all nodded, my brother pointed out some “really tough woods” (oak).

“But I was using the same ax and I’m the same person, so it was about the same effort for each one,” Daddy said, “it’s the same with parenting.  God gave us each of you and you are all different in your own special ways.”  (The way he smiled at us when he said that made us look at each other and giggle.)

“We are the same parents, trying to use the same methods, but since each of you are different types of wood…” Here I’m sure someone yipped, “I’m this one!” (oak, of course) Daddy smiled but continued, “so we have to find different methods of teaching each of you so that in the end, we can tell God we’ve done our best.”

As I look at this memory, I realize that Daddy was probably encouraging my mom and himself (as we would have been about 8, 6, 4, 2, and almost here) and they were “early” in their own parenting journey.

This illustration of parenting is also an illustration of everything in life.  I’ve remembered this “different wood” lesson and applied it to most things in my life.  Teaching – each child is unique so it is understandable that they would each learn differently.  Friendship – each friend is different and  therefore has different likes and dislikes.  Parenting – YES, huge here, true.

Last Sunday, this memory was brought to the forefront because our pastor used chopping wood for his example of how we apply different metrics to each part of our lives.  If we judge ourselves by same metrics or measures when we strike a softwood (it shattered into perfect sticks) as when we are striking slightly petrified oak (crud, the ax stuck fast), we would be discouraged.  Just as we use different strokes and techniques when chopping different woods, we use different metrics or measures in evaluating ourselves in various areas of life.

Each area of life is unique, as we grow and change throughout our lives.  The measures we used ten years ago shouldn’t be the same measures we use today (we measure babies’ length in inches but adult height in feet).  We also should use different measures for different areas of our life.  For example: We may find challenges in using patience while trusting God is easy.  Just because patience is more of a challenge, doesn’t mean we are failing at being patient.

Thank you, God, for giving us easy examples to help us not judge ourselves too harshly.  Let us see our life progress through Your eyes.

Thanks for reading!

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~Nancy Tart

Crafting Cages

June 5, 2018

Crafting Cages

Last month we built two big mobile cages for our livestock

One is for the “teenager” chickens (those between just feathered and adult, about 6 weeks to 24 weeks).  Rebeccah bought the clearance Buff Orpington straight run (mixed males and females) from Tractor Supply at the end of their chick days and they are now a little over 12 weeks old – time for selling the males before we eat them at 24 weeks!

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The other was for Rebeccah, Kimberly, and Christina’s newest project: Guinea Pigs.  They had one named Jack, who, just like his namesake, was adept at getting out of cages (starting with a two-day excursion on the day she brought him home!).  On one of his excursions, he decided to disappear into the wild for good (I think he’d heard some Wild Kratts: free and in the wild!).

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But TobyMac stayed with his two girls, Taylor and Avery.

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The bright orange is TobyMac and the pretty one below is Avery.  Taylor is camera shy.

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Shop day had us designing and building the cages.  They are night-time predator proof and easy to move.  We discovered that Guinea Pigs are a perfect lawn mower: one day and they graze the grass to ½ inch height.  (Formula = 3 adult pigs to 32 square feet of grass.)

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Kimberly and Jaquline using the portable drill to make pilot holes and drive screws.

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Rebeccah tacking on the chicken wire.

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Notice the painted guinea pig on the door when it’s open.

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Even Lucas was helping!  He painted, held screws, fetched tools, and helped measure boards to cut.

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The best drill ever!  Plus wire cutters for the chicken wire.

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Three different lengths of screws and our poultry staples

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We precut all of the lumber for the second cage!

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The girls learned and practiced using power tools, critical thinking (this looked good on paper, but in reality it will cause this problem, how can we fix it?), planning, budgeting (looking prices up online and estimating our actual cost before we went), and applying this knowledge in a practical way to create a final product.  We painted the walls to help keep them from rotting, but Rebeccah, who is never satisfied with leaving something plain and functional, turned them into a work of bi-colored art.  (I only had white, so she had to mix dyes to get another color!)

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Although this was a “day off” from school, the girls learned and used various practical skills and developed two products for our family livestock.  They had a blast!  They learned a lot.  They had a very successful and memorable day creating and a huge surge of pride when they look out there now – something they made is being used everyday by cute little animals!

Thanks for reading!

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~Nancy Tart

 

 

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