We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I said I'd grab a few more pics of my late parents' home before we hurriedly plan to empty it out this week. Here's their living room. I think it is very pleasant, airy and and simple. Cathedral ceiling. A serene feeling. My Dad designed the whole house, and he was not an architect.
Large, wall-length fireplace on the left, with a raised hearth doubling as a bench, and with a 4'X4' antique oil portrait of a prize cow hanging over it.
No TV of course, but a radio for WQXR and a CD player on a bookshelf. Plus a piano in case you really love music enough to try to make some.
Can walk from there to our country 1763 Congregational Church. A nice 20-minute walk in any season, any weather.
"Plus a piano in case you really love music know how to play.
Just loving music isn't quite enough. :)
Looks like a nice rig. Baby grand? I grew up with a Chickering baby grand. Far better sound than an upright.
Also, no offense, but I'm afraid it's time to buy a new camera. It looks like the trusty old Kodak Instamatic is on its last legs. Don't you think those blue 4-shot rotating flash bulbs are the most modern thing you've ever seen? Anyway, I'm sure it'll be hard to let go, but at least you got your money's worth out of it.
FWIW- when the real estate agency puts it on the market make sure they get some good photos, a professional photographer with a really good camera would be warranted, rather than a point and shoot type camera wielded by the listing agent. Good photographs make a big difference now that almost everyone gets their first exposure to a property for sale on the internet.
I think BD was trying to document his folks' place, not supply an Architectural Digest layout for us. It's a lovely home: music, plants, comfortable furniture worthy of long conversations and great light. What wonderful memories.
If your dad had been a Viking of property a millenium ago, everything in the photo would've gone onto the funeral pyre.
I often wondered why that custom arose --it seems to be a lose/lose solution to problems of division. Having been through the thing now, i think maybe it had to do with animism, or whatever the term is for the spiritual investment in inanimate objects, in conjunction with the natural melancholy of the far-northern tribes. Burning everything would certainly snatch up that melancholy --and turn it into fury, a well-known Viking investment property.
PS, just a crazy thought, but perhaps a modern analog to that Viking custom: what with those floor to ceiling transomed pre-AC windows, and that 11' top plate, and the perfect match of architrcture with the wonderful midcentury modern furniture and accessories, with a good video presentation well-marketed, with the offering including all furnishings, there's no telling how high the bids might go.
Speaking of no TV reminds me of the Donald Westlake novel, "Dancing Aztecs". Guy breaks into an apartment, and the chairs face a bookcase. No TV. He's stunned...and later thinks he kinda liked that. (I think this is the funniest novel I've ever read. About 20 years so far.)