When I met Susan, my beautiful bride-to-be, we often talked about our future—career goals, family, and home life, and what the future might hold for us. It was then that I made a promise of sorts. I will build a house for us—a place of beauty, where our children will grow to be wonderful people, where family and friends will gather often, where the dog will sleep belly-up by the fireplace on cold and snowy winter nights, and where the summer nights in the garden will awaken our Druid spirits.
I envisioned, in my imagination, a woodsy house, with great glass windows and a beautiful entryway. The house would be like a palace, filled with art and artifacts from our travels all around the world. There would be a library for reading on those winter nights. There would be a great room with a cathedral ceiling that opened up to the moon and stars. The landscaping that would surround the house would have flowing fountains, sculptures, and quiet places to enjoy nature under a canopy of pines and maples.
These were the dreams, and dreams they were to remain. Or so we thought.
In 1981, our daughter Rachel was born. At that time, interest rates for home loans were hitting 18%. Housing was scarce and expensive. There would be no beautiful house of my own design.
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Stickley, HARLEY-DAVIDSON, and The Road Taken
LONG-TIME READERS MIGHT remember an article about my family’s house in the Adirondacks in American Bungalow No. 58.
NATURAL WORLD, DIGITAL LENS: AT HOME WITH WILDFLOWER GRAPHICS
FROM A SMALL STUDIO in Greenwich, New York, Wildflower Graphics creates stunning botanical illustrations with little more than a pencil and a computer.
PERIOD PIECES
The Hanifan residence not only exemplifies how to expand a modest Craftsman, but is a treasure-trove of vintage and salvaged finds.
LOSE YOUR HEART
JANIS HALL LOVES OLD HOUSES.
AND A FEELING RUNS THROUGH IT
Old houses and old people, their histories and their mysteries, are inscribed deep inside their old bones.
Lose Your Heart
Janis hall loves old houses.
Stickley, Harley-Davidson, And The Road Taken
Long-time readers might remember an article about my family’s house in the Adirondacks in American Bungalow No. 58.
Period Pieces
The Hanifan residence not only exemplifies how to expand a modest Craftsman, but is a treasure-trove of vintage and salvaged finds.
Natural World, Digital Lens: At Home With Wildflower Graphics
From a small studio in Greenwich, New York, Wildflower Graphics creates stunning botanical illustrations with little more than a pencil and a computer.
And A Feeling Runs Through It
Old houses and old people, their histories and their mysteries, are inscribed deep inside their old bones.