Tuesday, May 27, 2008

A little more history

So, the house was custom built in 1913 for a local physician and his wife. It was designed by two architects, Charles Chromaster and Zeno Speer. Chromaster went on to a successful career in Fort Worth, Texas; Speer moved down to Milwaukee in the twenties and went into banking. The physician lived in the house until the mid-thirties, and willed it to his son, a dentist. That family lived in the house until 1972, when they sold it to a couple who owned it until last year when we purchased it. So, we're the fourth owners. Not bad for a 95-year-old home.
As I stated in my last post, we have the original plans, and they are a lot of fun to peruse. What we call the "small bedroom" was labeled as the "Maid's Room," the basement bedroom was originally Dr. Wahl's office and the basement bathroom was labeled "Laboratory". Mark and I had so much fun with that the first few days. "Take this down to the laboratory." she said in a haunting voice...
The house has undergone a few very minor changes. A wall dividing the "Reception Room" from the "Living Room" was removed, so it is now one large room. A second entrance into the living room was also removed. A window in the dining room was covered on the inside, but left intact on the exterior. The previous owners took great care that nothing was done to spoil the integrity of the exterior. What was a covered porch off of the living room was turned into an enclosed sunporch sometime during the 1970's. But when this was done, it was kept completely in character with the home.  

Saturday, May 24, 2008

A little history...

As I sit here typing this I wonder "Who the heck is going to care about this?" Everyone does home improvement. Everyone moves into a new, exciting house. But I want to stand up and scream "But I'm different! My house is different! I have the original plans!" So this little blog is my way of doing it.

By sparing most of the gory details, I'll hit a few of the highlights on how we came to own this most gorgeous of houses...

About a year ago, my husband came home from his a.m. walk with the dog and said "Hey, one of those big brick houses you like is up for sale." I smiled, because of course I knew what he was talking about. We both had been ogling two brick prairie-style houses since we moved into our neighborhood in 1999, and we both swore that if one ever went up for sale, we would go look.

About a week later, we made an appointment with the Realtor and walked through. Now, my husband and I are polar opposites about a lot of things. He's the ying, I'm the yang, that kind of thing. This is what I saw at our first showing: Pristine woodwork! Built in bookshelves! French doors! Hardwood floors! This is what he saw: Cracked panes of glass, lots and lots of wallpaper, a showerless upstairs bath, a seriously outdated kitchen. We left the property in completely different mindsets...

For the entire summer, I talked about this house. I told my family. I told my friends. I told people at the pool. Finally, after three months, we made a third appointment to go look at the house, and at that time made our offer. Hee hee, I did it. I convinced my husband that this was our dream house. And it was, it really was.

So we moved in the week before Christmas. Yes, I'm crazy. Yes, we have two children. Yes, I managed to have my husband's family here for dinner on Christmas eve. 

I love it. We belong here. This house was meant for us.