The plaster was falling off walls and ceilings in the bedrooms so we removed layers of wallpaper and paint and tore down lots of plaster and lath. We leveled the ceilings and then put beadboard up.
The bathroom underwent a major transformation. We removed the front wall, made the doorway smaller, removed the tub and built a shower pan, chiseled out 4 inches of concrete from the floor and installed heat (it had none), then tiled the room.
When I was in PA recently visiting my family I told them I'd like to build a small home from scratch. My one sister seemed surprised that I'd like a new house. It's not that I don't love this old house. I do. I just wonder what it would be like to live in a lower maintenance house. I truly am thankful that our house is so solid and I appreciate the workmanship that went into it. I even like the way our stairs are worn thin in the middle of every tread from all the feet that climbed them in the past 140+ years.
It's fun to dream of a new house but I'd hate to leave this farm. I kind of like the idea that we're leaving our mark on this home for the next owners. Maybe they'll somehow stumble upon my blog one day (if there are still blogs then, or internet) and see these pictures and learn a little bit about the 3rd family to live here. I wish the Poindexters and Cashes had kept blogs or journals for me to read. Maybe I should print out these 6 years of blog posts and hide them somewhere for people to find.
I just killed an hour writing this blog when I could have been stripping paint. I guess it's not going anywhere -- And neither am I.